103 31: CRUELLA'S HIDEOUT.
Meanwhile, back in the bayou, Cruella sped through the dark swamp part of the Jungle in search of the two runaway puppies as Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster were doing their very best to keep up with the vehicle, while at the same time, trying to keep out of sight.
Elsewhere in the bayou, Moose and Nicky were in the water, hiding behind some bushes, watching as Cruella's car came into view and slowed down. They also saw Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster as the four dogs caught up with the car from behind.
Cruella slowly drove through the area of the swamp, and as she did, she could've sworn she saw movement in some bushes out in the bayou waters. It could've been the two runaway puppies, then again, this was a swamp and a Jungle, so all kinds of things crawled out here. Like bugs and other small animals. But that could just be an advantage for the puppies to use to keep her from finding them, and after dealing with these kinds of dogs twice, she knew from second hand experiance that they were a lot of things...but the last thing in the world they were...was stupid. Actually, Dalmatians were very smart. A whole lot smarter than people gave them credit for. As were other animals. When she was arrested in (1996) for her involvment in the theft of the 99 Dalmatian puppies, the police asked her why she was all covered in Molassas, Hay and pig pen mud. When Cruella told them that the barn animals had did it to her, they all thought that she was either crazy or just making it up in the hopes of getting off scott free by reason of insanity. The same treatment was given in (2000) when she was arrested in Paris for stealing 102 Dalmatian puppies from London and smuggling them out of the country. They simpley did not believe her when she said that the puppies had baked her into a massive wedding cake and squerted her with frosting. But if she was hoping to get off by reason of insanity, it didn't work. And as a result, she spent the next six years behind bars, until she was released on March 3rd of (2007). She had been out of prison for 10 years. 10 Long years. A whole, entire decade. And she was not going to go back there. Not a third time. She was going to find these two runaway puppies and bring them back to the River Boat where all the rest of the Dalmatians were being held. And then, once the furrier arrived on the island, he would make the 103 Dalmatians into a spotted fur coat. Her Dalmatian puppy coat. The coat of dreams. The ultimant fur coat. The coat that she had been denied in the late 90's and again in the early (2000's). But this year, in the late 10's, after 20/17 long years, that coat was finally going to be her's. The year, (2017)...it was fitting for her to get the coat on this year...because it was the number of how long she had been denied it. Sure, it would mean killing off the whole Dalmatian puppy population of London, England, but that could be fixed. After all, there were many adult Dalmatians in the city, and they could easily produce a whole new population of puppies to replace the 103 that De ViL had stolen for her. No harm, no foul.
Cruella turned her car to face the water and shined her bright headlights on the bush just as the two Dalmatians fled from it and swam deeper into the swamp.
Unfortunantly, their escape hadn't gone completely un-noticed. At least, not by two certain Alligators, who were also in the bayou waters. See the two Dalmatians fleeing deeper into the swamp, the two Gators swam after them to capture them.
Seeing that nothing was here, Cruella drove off deeper into the bayou. And this time, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster were following from very close behind, but the dogs soon stopped persuing the car when they heard rustling in some near by bushes. The four dogs hid in some near by bushes and poked their heads out to see what was going on.
Out of another set of near by bushes appeared two Alligators, who each held in their mouth a Dalmatian puppy by the collar.
"Why did you have to go and spoil everything?" Asked the six week old Dalmatian puppy wearing the red collar. "Neo, don't you dare get my friend, Nicky's fur wet."
The two Gators walked off with the two Dalmatian puppies.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster instantly recognized the six week old Dalmatian with the red collar. It was Moose. Oh, how terrible. They weren't sure who the other puppy was, with the blue collar around his neck, but he was on this island too, there was no doubt that he was also one of the stolen 103 Dalmatians from London, England. The four dogs watched the two Alligators as they entered into the bayou water and swam off.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster rushed out of the bushes and the Border Collie ussered the others to hurry. They needed to follow the Gators back to the River Boat. The dogs soon reached the end of the land and saw that the rest of the area was just water and fog. Lots and lots of...fog. Wait a minute, that was perfect. The darkness and the thick fog was just what they needed to hide themselves from the enemy. This way, they could follow the Gators from behind without being seen and the big lizards could lead them back to the River Boat where the other puppies were being held captive. Rex led Lassie, Jake and Foster into the water and they all swam after the two Alligators from behind, while at the same time, trying to stay hidden in the darkness and the thick fog.
The Alligator, holding Moose in it's mouth by his collar, went under water to pass a tree root that was in front of him and he surfaced on the other side.
"(Coughing) You stop that, Bruce!" Said Moose.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster tried their best to keep up with the Gators, but the fog was so awful, they couldn't see a thing. And the fact that it was night time didn't help none either. The dogs looked around for any sign of the Gators, but could find no trace of them anywhere. They had to be around here somewhere. Sadly, however, the Gators were not around. They had lost them.
Jake then started sniffing and caught the scent of something. The Golden Retriever swam over to some near by bushes and looked through them. He signaled the others and they all swam over to the bushes where he was and looked and saw the two Gators swimming back towards the River Boat.
Rex led the three out of the bushes and they all swam towards the River Boat.
Dr. Pavlov stood outside on the entrance of the River Boat, holding a lit lantern. "Bring them right on in, boys. Come on."
Bruce and Neo crossed the bridged, walked onto the deck and carried the two puppies inside the opened entrance of the boat.##################################################################################
Dr. Pavlov walked up to Bruce and looked at the Moose, the six week old Dalmatian puppy the Gator held in his mouth by the collar. "So you tried to run away, huh? Well, it didn't work, did it?"
Moose and Nicky struggled, trying to free themselves from the Gators' mouths, but couldn't seem to do so.
"Nice work. Good boys." Said Dr. Pavlov to the two Gators.
Moose and Nicky then started barking at Dr. Pavlov.
"Now you two behave or i'll let Neo and Bruce have you for dinner." Said Dr. Pavlov.
Moose then bared his teeth and growled and snarlled at Dr. Pavlov.
"Don't you sass me!" Said Dr. Pavlov. He picked up Moose and Nicky and took the two puppies up stairs to the other room where all of the other Dalmatians were.##################################################################################
Cruella drove through the night bayou in her black and white Panther Deville car, looking for the two runaway puppies, but so far, she had no luck in finding them. She then heard the sound of loud crackling and looked up into the night sky and saw different colored fireworks spelling out the words 'GOT RUNAWAYS.' Cruella then slammed her foot on the breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt. She put the gear switch in reverse and backed the car up, turned around, and zoomed off, heading back to the River Boat.
Meanwhile, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster swam to where the River Boat was and walked onto the dry land, where they all shook the water off of themselves. They then saw headlights and spotted Cruella's car zooming in their direction. The four dogs quickly ran out of the way and his in the darkness of the bayou.
Cruella brought her vehicle to a screeching halt and the tail pipe released black smoke. Cruella got out of her car and ran across the bridge and forced the door opened. "Where are they? Where are they?"
"(Stammering) Where are they? I took them back up to the room where all of the other puppies are." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Why did you let two of them escape? What is your alibi this time, nitwit?" Said Cruella as she walked over to a purple furry sofa and sat down. in front of the sofa was a coffee table with an old black phone resting on it.
"Nitwit? Well, don't blame me, miss De ViL. Those leather-headed lizards of yours, their supposed to be patrolling the island. They let them get away." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Ha! Oh, i am so sure." Said Cruella in a sarcastic tone. "My precious pets. We know who caught those two runaways, don't we?" She said to Bruce and Neo.
While the two humans were chatting amongst each other, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster were now on board the boat and spying on them through a window.
Dr. Pavlov: "Well, it was your brilliant idea to steal all of the Dalmatian puppies in London and bring them over here to Mexico. And then you set up that silly contest over in America and made that Lois Richards girl the winner to get her in London just so you could steal her Dalmatian puppy away from her and add it to your collection to complete the number of 103 Dalmatians. I don't know why i spoke up on your behalf in (2007). You haven't changed one little bit. You're still the same woman you were in (2000) when you stole all of those 102 Dalmatian puppies and smuggled them out of London and over to Paris. And now, here you are, 17 years later, in (2017), making the same mistake yet again. You know...i never thought i'd say this to anyone's face, but...you're insane. I never believed in evil. But now i know i was wrong. You are truely a wicked, psychotic, sinnister, insidious, omenous, sadistic evil human being. You're the Devil incarnate."
"If i were you, doctor, i would not do any name calling." Said Cruella.
"Miss De ViL, i have a good mind to report you to the Mexican police." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"What about patient confidentuality?" Asked Cruella.
"I can only keep a patient's confidentuality if they haven't comitted a crime or done something illegal. And in your case, miss De ViL, you have gone too far. If i report you to the police, they're gonna lock you up and throw away the..."
"Doctor! You're not thinking." Said Cruella.
"I know, i know. If i call the police, you'll tell them how i kept quiet about the reversal effects of my hypnosis therapy and that my silence was the reason that you reverted back to your old ways and were able to steal those 102 Dalmatians." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"You're right, doctor. I can blow the whistle on you if you blow the whistle on me. Let's always remember that. Now, with that being said, where is that furrier husband of mine? Why isn't he here yet? What is taking him so long to get here and make those puppies into my Dalmatian fur coat?" Said Cruella.
"I don't know, but honostly, what's the big deal?" Asked Dr. Pavlov.
Cruella picked up the old black phone and used the tip of her red cigarrett holder to dialed a number and waited for someone to answer.
While Cruella and Dr. Pavlov were comunicating, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster had moved from the window near the open entrance of the boat and were listening in on their conversation.
"Hi, Paul, it's Cruella. Listen, how soon do you think you can get here from Australia?...Give you time? You idiot, you have been over there for three months!...I've got no time to argue! I'm telling you, it's got to be done tonight!...Do you understand? 'TONIGHT!'
"But they're not big enough, miss De ViL. You couldn't get a number of fur coats out of 103 Dalmatians." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Shh! Oh, sorry, Paul, not you. Dr. Pavlov was being rude again. So, what about it? Are you going to make these puppies into a fur coat or not?...They're not big enough?...I couldn't get a number of coats out of 103 Dalmatians?" Said Cruella.
"Told you." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Nobody asked you." Said Cruella to Dr. Pavlov with her right hand over the reciever of the phone. She then placed the reciever back to her right ear. "Then we'll settle for just one, we can't wait! The police are everywhere in London! I want the job done tonight!...How are you gonna do it? You're a furrier, figure it out! Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head! Got any cleaning fluid? I DON'T CARE HOW YOU KILL THE LITTLE BEAST! JUST DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!...You'll be flying in Mexico tomorrow? Now you listen here, Paul, and you listen good! I'm gonna tell you one last time. I am giving you till tomorrow to get here and not a day more! My patience is wearing thin! I want those puppies made into a Dalmatian fur coat as soon as possible! And you better be here tomorrow to do the job or i'll...i'll...I'LL CALL THE POLICE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" She slammed the reciever back down on the phone and slammed the phone down on the coffee table in front of her. Cruella looked at Dr. Pavlov and saw that the doctor was stairing at her. "What?"
"What was that just now?" Asked Dr. Pavlov.
"What was what?" Asked Cruella.
"The whole i'll call the police nonsense. I thought the whole point in doing this was to avoid the police." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"(Happy) Doctor...you don't have a way with business employees. You must tell them about the business...make them hurry." Said Cruella.
"Oh yeah? How do you do that?" Asked Dr. Pavlov.
"(Angry) You scare them into hurrying, idiot! I didn't mean a word of what i just said." Said Cruella.
"You didn't?" Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Of course not, you old goat. I didn't mean a word of it, but i had to say something to get him here as quickly as possible. When he gets here on his plane tomorrow, i'm going to have him load the 103 Dalmatians onto the plane and fly them back to his underground fur factory in the outback of Australia and let him keep them there until he makes them into the fur coat. Mark my words, that furrier husband of mine is going to make me that fur coat tomorrow...or else. And it is as simple as that." Said Cruella.
"Oh, it's as simple as that, is it? Well, you're the boss...boss." Said Dr. Pavlov.
"Yes." Said Cruella as she stood up from the purple fur couch. "(Happy) Now come along, pets." She and her two pet Alligators then exited the room through a doorless cordoor.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster were all horrified by what they had just heard. Did they hear right? Coats? Dog skinned coats? Is that what this was all about? Is that why this lady kidnapped the entire London Dalmatian puppy population? Is that why she brought them here on this island to Mexico? Is that what this lady wanted with all of these Dalmatian puppies? To turn them into a piece of fur clothing? She was insane. Utterly mad. It was far worse than any of them had ever imagined. The whole London Dalmatian puppy population was in danger of being whipped out. And they were all gonna be flown off to an underground fur factory in the outback of Australia tomorrow? No way. That wasn't going to happen. Rex and the others knew what had to be done.
They had to get the 103 Dalmatians off this island tonight. Because now...
the clock is ticking.
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