103 28: THE FLIGHT TO MEXICO.
UK London, England
Later, back in UK London, England, Cruella zoomed through the night streets in her car, with her headlights turned on, and passing every vehicle she came in contact with, while unbeknownst to her, Clark's four dogs, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster, were following after her from close behind in hot persuit, trying to keep up with her while passing the other vehicles on the road.
"Out of my way, you road hog!" Said Cruella as she drove past a delivery truck and honked her car horn. "You too, old man! Learn how to drive!" She said as she passed a car, honking her horn. "Oh, i can see the headlines now! Spot's takes the place of fur at the House Of De ViL! Or better yet, The De ViL Wears Spots! Genius! Cruella De ViL a genius! G-E-N-I-U-S. Genius. I like the sound of that. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Cruella soon turned right and drove down another road leading to the airport and Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster followed after her from behind. The black and white haired woman drove past the building of the airport and to the back of the building where all of the planes took off.
As Rex and the other three dogs followed Cruella to the back of the airport, they saw that her vehicle had soon come to a stop in front of a huge, light blue air ship plane that was bigger than a 747 airplane and had four choppers on both wings. The dogs then saw the headlights on Cruella's car go out and knew that that was there cue to hide. The four dogs hid behind the left side of the car, which was the passenger side of the vehicle.
A man wearing a black suit and a black top hat walked up to the Panther De ville vehicle and opened the right door, allowing Cruella to step out.
"Good evening, miss De ViL." Said the man in a british accent.
Cruella stepped out of her car. "Good evening yourself. Is my flight to Mexico ready?"
"As it will ever be." Said the man.
"Good." Said Cruella. "Here." She handed the man her car keys. "Park my car inside the cargo of the plane." Said the two-face haired woman as she walked off.
"Yes, miss De ViL." Said the man.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster watched from the right side of the car as Cruella walked over to the front of the light blue air ship plane. The front then opened like an animal opening it's mouth and Cruella made her way inside and the front closed. A slope on the back of the plane then let itself down.
The man got inside the Panther Deville, closed the door, stuck the keys into the ignision, started the up the car and drove it over towards the back of the plane.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster followed the car from behind. The man drove the car up the slope, leading inside the cargo, and the four dogs ran up the slope after the car from behind, entering into the cargo. Once inside, the dogs quickly spotted the black and white car and ran over to the vehicle and hid on the left side again.
The man removed the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car, closed the door and exited the cargo. The slope then lifted itself up and closed, sealing off the cargo, with Cruella's car and the four dogs in it.
All four choppers on both wings of the light blue air ship plane began to spin really, really fast as the plane began to move down the runway. The plane drove down the runway until it lifted off the ground and flew off into the night sky, heading for Mexico.
Just as the plane had taken off, Lois, Mia and Clark arrived at the airport in Clark's white Jeep. The 21 year old parked his vehicle in the parking lot and he and the two girl's exited the Jeep and rushed inside the airport and ran through the place to board a plane to Mexico.
"All passengers please report for flight 614." Said the voice of a british woman on the PA.
Clark, Mia and Lois rushed through the airport as fast as their legs would carry them.
"Hurry, you guys. Cruella could be down at Mexico by now." Said Lois.
"(Gasping) I'm sorry, but my legs will only carry me so fast, you know." Said Mia.
Lois, Mia and Clark rushed up to an escalator and boarded it.
"Will Mr. Jenkins report to the ticket counter, please?" Said the woman on the PA.
Lois, Clark and Mia rode the escalater to the roof top of the airport where the helicopters landed and departed.
"All passengers, please report for flight 614. Now departing." Said the woman on the PA.
"This way, you guys." Mia led Lois and Clark across the roof over to a small shack, with a sign on the roof of it that read "LONDON HELICOPTER SERVICE." She opened the door and the three friends ran inside shack, but much to their disappointment, it was empty.
"There's no one here." Said Clark.
"Don't remind me." Said Mia.
"Let's see." Mia looked at a chalk board and saw the time for a plane that was bound to depart for Mexico. "Flight leaves as 8:45."
"Oh no. We missed the flight." Said Lois.
"Come on, Lois, you worry too much. You know that flights are always late." Said Mia.
"Then where is this person that you said could help us? Where is that person who you told us about? Cause i don't see him. Where is? He sure isn't here, that's for sure." Asked Lois.
"He'll be here." Said Mia.
"And just who is this 'HE?'" Asked Clark.
"You'll find out." Said Mia.
"Well i hope he gets here soon. The more time we stand here waiting, the more time runs out for those 103 Dalmatian puppies. And i'm really worried about Moose and all of those other Dalmatian puppies in Mexico." Said Lois.
"You know...something just occured to me." Said Clark.
"What's that?" Asked Mia.
"When we get to Mexico...how are we gonna find the puppies? And more importantly, when we do find them...what are we gonna do?" Asked Clark.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now we just need to worry about one thing: getting to Mexico in time." Said Mia.
"Oh, we don't have to wait around, i can just tell you where Moose and the other puppies are." Said Lois.
"Huh?" Said Mia and Clark.
"You know where Moose and the other puppies are?" Asked Clark.
"No, but i can find out." Said Lois.
"How?" Asked Mia.
"With this." Lois reached into her purse and got out a GPS. "Tada."
"A GPS?" Said Mia and Clark.
"Where did you get that?" Asked Clark.
"I've had it with since i came to London, England. My very own GPS. Never leave home without it." Said Lois.
"I don't get it. How is a GPS gonna help us find the 103 Dalmatians?" Asked Mia.
"You remember that blue-green bone shapped name tag that was on Moose's red collar?" Asked Lois.
"Yeah, sure, but what does a name tag have to do with anything?" Asked Mia.
"That's not what it is. It only looks like a name tag because i had it made to look like one." Said Lois.
"Lois, get to the point. Where are you going with this?" Asked Mia.
"Although it appears that the name tag on Moose's collar is just that and nothing more, it's actually a dusgised GPS tracker. When i first got Moose, i had the tracker made to look like a name tag so that in case he got lost or someone stole him, they wouldn't be able to recognize it and remove it from his collar. When Cruella gave me the car, Auto, i programmed the code of Moose's tracker into the car's GPS system so that i would know where he is at all times, just like with my GPS. So if i wanna find out where he is, all i have to do is type in the code of his tracker into my GPS and it'll reveal his and the other puppies' location." Said Lois.
"Their exact location?" Asked Clark.
"Yep." Said Lois.
"We'll go on, do it." Said Mia.
Lois turned on her GPS and typed in the code to Moose tracker. A blue-green bone on piece of land appeared on the GPS screen, with the words under the land that read "MEXICO, DEVIL'S ISLAND."
"Uh-huh. Gotcha." Said Lois.
"Well? Where are they?" Asked Clark.
"They're somewhere in Mexico on a place called Devil's Island." Said Lois.
"Devil's Island. Then that means they're on an island somewhere far out in the middle of the Mexican ocean. We've found the location of the 103 Dalmatians. Thank you, Lois. Thank you so much." Said Mia.
"Don't thank me, thank Moose. He's the one who's wearing the tracker." Said Lois.
"I'll be sure to remember that." Said Mia.
"Helicopter flight 13 to airport. Helicopter 13." Came the voice of an American man through a radio that was resting on a desk that was in front of the only window in the shack. There was also a microphone on the desk.
"See? What did i tell you? We are lucky, Lois." Said Mia.
"Luck? Flight 13?" Said Lois.
"Maybe we'd better take the train." Said Clark.
"There's no time for that. Miss De ViL is already on her way over to Mexico as we speak. If we wanna have any chance of getting there before she does, it's best we wait here for helicopter 13." Said Mia.
"I hate to say it, but Mia's right. If we are to have any chance at getting to Devil's Island before Cruella, we need to get there the same way she is: by plane." Said Lois.
"Wake up! Dab-drat it, somebody answer down there! Get off the dime! Hello? Hello? Is anybody down there?" Came the male voice from the radio.
Clark sat down in the rolling chair at the desk. "Hello?" He said into the microphone.
"Where have you been? Oh, you lazy knucklehead." Said the male voice.
"Well, we just got here, sir." Said Clark. "See, we're here because we need your..."
"Look, bud. Am i clear to land? The weather up here is thicker than..." The man's voice was then cut off by the loud sound of an airplane. "Wow! Dab-blast, you dirty road hog! You crazy...Look. What is...You stupid lug-headed..."
Clark then turned down the volume on the radio.
"What did he say, Clark?" Asked Lois.
"I wouldn't dare repeat it." Said Clark.
"Well, then give him the permission to land." Said Mia.
"Right. Uh...Captain? You have our permission to land." Said Clark.
"Well, it's about time, bud." Said the male voice.
"Look! Look! There he is!" Said Mia, looking out the window.
Lois and Clark looked out the window and saw a helicopter coming towards the roof top of the airport.
"Doesn't he fly beautifully?" Asked Mia.
"And you wanted to take the train you fraidy cat." Said Lois to Clark.
"Fraidy cat? It was just that...No, i like trains. I mean, they serve Roquefort." Said Clark. He and the girls then saw the helicopter lowering itself down as it came in. "(Gasps) Pull up! Pull up!"
The helicopter pulled up to the roof and came to a screeching holt.
Lois, Clark and Mia rushed out of the shack and ran up to the helicopter.
A man then stepped out of the helicopter. He had black hair and brown eyes.
"Grandpa!" Said Mia as she and her two friends ran towards the male pilot.
"Mia!" Said the male pilot known as Roy.
Mia rushed up to her grandfather and embraced him with a hug.
"Oh, i've missed you." Said Mia.
"I've missed you too, Mi." Said Roy. He and Mia then released each other from the hug and he noticed the other two people that were with his grandaughter. "And who are you?"
"Who are you?" Asked Lois.
"Oh, sorry. Where are my manners. Everyone, this is my Grandfather, Roy Deville. He works here at the London airport as one of the helicopter pilots. Grandpa, this is Lois and that's Clark. They're my friends." Said Mia.
"Well, it's nice to meet both of you." Said Roy.
"Thank you, it's nice to meet you too." Said Lois.
"Same here. You sure do warm up to strangers real fast, don't you?" Said Clark.
"Ah, shucks, any friend of my grandaughter's is a friend of mine." Said Roy.
"Good to know. Are you hurt, sir?" Said Clark.
"Nope. One of my better landings, bud." Said Roy.
"Oh, great." Said Clark. "Come on, we're gonna take the train. (Whispering) Play it safe."
"Train? Safe? Listen here, buster. I'm as fit as a fiddle." Said Roy.
"And you look wonderful, Captain." Said Lois.
"Oh, shucks. Just call me Mr. Deville, young lady." Said Roy.
"Alright, alright. It's most important we get to Devil's Island in Mexico right away. It's an emergancy." Said Clark.
"An emergancy? What kind of emergancy?" Asked Roy.
"You remember that fashion mogal i told you i came here to work for and to dig up dirt on?" Asked Mia.
"Cruella De ViL?" Asked Roy.
"Yeah. And do you remember how i told you the Humaine Society sent me over her to investigate Cruella because they thought she was killing dogs and using their fur in her fashion line?" Said Mia.
"Yeah." Said Roy.
"Well, as it turns out, their suspicions were justified. According to the information that i downloaded off Cruella's computer and onto a flashdrive, she's been killing dogs and using their fur in her fashionline from (2007) all the way up to this year." Said Mia.
"What? You mean she's been killing dogs and using their fur in her fashionline for a whole decade?" Said Roy.
"Yeah. And i also have reason to believe that she's the one who's behind the disappearances of all of the Dalmatian puppies in London." Said Mia.
"But what makes you think she's behind it? And if she is, what is she planning to do with all of those cute little puppies?" Asked Roy.
"While i was looking for information on Cruella's computer i came across a drawing of a white, hooded fur coat decorated with black spots. And last i check, Dalmatians had white fur with black spots. What does that tell you?" Said Mia.
Realization then Roy and his eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh."
"I know. That's how i felt when i came across that information." Said Mia.
"Did you call the police?" Asked Roy.
"No sir, but i gave the flash drive, with all the information on it, to my friend, China and asked Amber to call the police. I told China to give the flashdrive to the police as soon as they arrived. As we speak, the authorities should be at the House Of De ViL right now, collecting evidence against Cruella." Said Mia.
"Well, that's good." Said Roy.
"No, it's not good." Said Lois.
"It's not?" Asked Roy.
"No. After the fashion show ended, Cruella hopped in her car...drove here to the airport, and boarded the first plane to Devil's Island, which is in Mexico." Said Lois
"I see. And just how do you know that, young lady?" Said Roy.
"I know because my dog, Moose, was one of the Dalmatian puppies that Cruella stole. As of now, the number of Dalmatians that she has stolen is of 103. And as for the reason of how i know where they are, i have a GPS tracker on my dog's collar disguised as a nametag and have the code of his tracker programed into my GPS. I've managed to find the exact location of where he and the other puppies are being held, which is Devil's Island." Said Lois.
"Smart girl." Said Roy.
"So will you help us?" Asked Lois.
Roy:"Well, i..."
"Please, sir. Please, you have to help us. My little brother and two other little boys are on their way there now. If anything happens to them, i'll never forgive myself...and Mom and Dad will never forgive me." Clark begged.
"Well, now will you just keep your shirt on? Helicopter 13 hits the wild night sky in five minutes." Said Roy.
"So you'll help us?" Asked Lois.
"Count me in." Said Roy.
"Oh, i'm so glad." Said Lois.
"Me too." Said Clark.
"Thanks, Grandpa." Said Mia.
"Any time." Said Roy.
Roy got back inside the pilot seat of the helicopter, Mia got in on the front passenger side and Lois and Clark got in the back seats.
"This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard, folks. Fasten your seat belts. Just sit back and leave the driving to me." Said Roy.
"You guys be sure to fasten your seat belts." Said Mia as she fastened her seat belt.
"No need to tell us twice." Said Lois before she and Clark fastened their seat belts.
"They're fastened." Said Clark.
"And here we go!" Said Roy. The pilot flipped a switch and the chopper began to spin around.
Lois, Clark and Mia felt the helicopter slowly levitate.
"I sure wish we'd taken the train." Said Clark.
The light blue helicopter rose up from the roof and flew off into the night sky.
"Oh, i just love flying." Said Lois as she looked out her side of the window at the lit city of London. "Captain, you fly beautifully. It's just like being on a roller coaster."
"It's hardly the same, roller coasters don't fly." Said Mia.
"Are you okay back there, miss Lois?" Asked Roy.
"I'm fine." Said Lois.
"Clark, you?" Asked Roy.
"I'm alright. Just try to get us to Mexico safely without killing us." Said Clark.
"Will do." Said Roy.
"Clark, come on, stop worrying. Just sit back, relax...and enjoy the ride." Said Lois.
Clark sat back and relaxed as the helicopter flew over the lit city of London.
With all of that said and done, the helicopter flew off with Lois and the gang through the night sky, bound for Mexico, to rescue the 103 Dalmatians and foil the deranged fashion mogal's sinister, insidious scheam.
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Back at the House Of De ViL, the building was surrounded by a great number of police cars. People stood outside and watched as officers came out of the fashion house with computers, laptops, fur coats and anything else they thought they could could be useful evidence. Among these people were Alonzo, Amber, Mia, China and Shanice. One of the officers then came out of the building holding a drawing of a white, hooded fur coat decorated with black spots, follow by officer Dan, who walked up the Amber and the others.
"Which one of you is the one who called us?" Asked Dan.
"I am." Said Amber.
"It would appear that you were right to contact us. According to witnesses, miss De ViL was seen leaving in her car less than 15 minutes ago. Where to, we do not know." Said Dan.
"I think i know where she's going." Said Amber.
"You do, where?" Asked Dan.
"She went to Mexico." Said Amber.
"Okay, why would she go there?" Asked Dan.
"Because that's where she has all of the London Dalmatian puppy population stashed away. It's likely that she's on her way there now to have them all made into a spotted fur coat." Said Amber.
"And you know this how?" Asked Dan.
"Our friend, Mia, told us." Said China. "She's with the Humane Society over in America. She came here to London to find out if miss De ViL had been using dog fur in her fashion line. And from the looks of things, i'd say she was right. According to the evidence she collected, miss De ViL has been using dog fur in her fashion line since her release from prison in (2007)."
"I see. And just where is this supposed evidence that your friend collected?" Asked Dan.
China handed the officer the flashdrive. "It's all right here on this flashdrive. Everything you need to know about Cruella, and what she's been up to these past ten years, is all on here. Mia gave it to me and told me to give it to you when you got here."
"Where's your friend now?" Asked Dan.
"She's on her way over to the airport with two of our other friends. Likely to catch a flight to Mexico to the rescue the 103 Dalmatians and those three kids." Said Shanice.
"Kids? What kids?" Asked Dan.
"Three kids, who were with us at the fashion show, stole our other friend's car and went off to Mexico to rescue the puppies." Shanice said.
"What were their names?" Asked Dan.
"Lucas, Brandon and Max." Said Shanice.
"Did you say Lucas, Brandon and Max?" Asked Dan.
"Yes sir. You know them?" Said Shanice.
"I met them at the carnival earlier today, they were with my friend, Clark, looking for a lost Dalmatian puppy." Said Dan. "Wait a second. You mentioned that there were two other people who had left for the airport with your friend. Who are they?"
"Lois and Clark." Shanice answered.
"I was afraid you'd say that." Said Dan. "Well, thank you all so much for answering our questions and providing us with this evidence. You've been a big help. I'll notefy the Mexican police and inform them of what's going on. I'm sure the officers there will be on the look out for the 103 Dalmatians...and miss De ViL. I only hope we're not too late."
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