At the same time, Gielgud, known as the butler of the mansion, is in the back somewhere in the kitchen behind Franny sitting on a bucket of ice after some odd outrageous incident came across him while going out hunting. Hunting turns out to be one of his daily hobbies.
As Franny is cleaning up Spotty in the sink, Spotty just sits there in a very wound up mood as he feels like he as been through a lot during this day.
In such a pitiful emotion for the pup, Franny says to Spotty as she is washing him up, "Oh you poor littly puppy. Injured, and all dirty! You must feel sooooooooo lost!" Spotty in response just groans and growls like a normal dog at the bit of misconception from Franny as he continues being washed.
Gielgud says, "Oh no. He is not lost, Franny, he is a part of a big family of Dalmatians over in Topstown. He just happened to have crashed and burned through that storm while riding on that scooter bot that our own beloved Dalmatian dog, Beamer, of ours invented."
"Well it appears to me, honey, that training you did for this Spotty puppy over at the Gruetley Dog Track didn't quite pay off now did it?" Says Franny.
"Ah, come on now," Says Gielgud, "Spotty did the best he could with it, I gotta say. After all, I'm ever so trained myself."
Franny says a bit weirded out from Gielgud's remark, "Yeah, well generally speaking, darling, the only thing I've ever known you be 'ever so trained' for is inventing mechanical equipment. May I remind you of that one time back in London at that park when you were training Beamer to drive those bots?"
"Hey, he was was just getting started that day," Says Gielgud, "I mean sure that one time he ran into Coco while she was playing 'Fetch' with that frisbee of yours was a fluke, but Beamer did get better in time at driving those bots. Besides, Beamer and Coco are High-Class Dalamtians." "Well yes, of course." Says Franny.
Gielgud then adds in, "In addition, I even make the best Kibble cocktails for our beloved Dalmatian dogs too. You know, I try to do everything, Franny."
Franny points out to Gielgud, "Yeah, a little TOO much if I must say. Gielgud, I really think that you should just stop training those other puppies over at that park. It just seems that all you are doing is giving them all those strange methods. A dog digging a hole really isn't as hard on the manicure as you might think. Besides, its not like all dogs need a manicure in the first place."
Gielgud then says in response, "Well firstly, if you ask me, its something that I would like to call, a pawdicure. Second, all I'm just trying to do is train them to be high-class canines; very much like Beamer has gotten to be. I mean don't you just hate it when those certain animals go running out and chasing squirrels? Thats beyond their dignity I gotta tell you."
Franny then clears out to Gielgud on that matter, "Now sweetie, you must note that its very typical dog behavior. It is a common case for canines because of the playfulness and predatory drive. Besides, I'm sure Beamer had his own ways to have become the high-class Dalmatian that he is. So much so for Coco to learn from Beamer to become high-class among Beamer's experience while those two have been together."
Gielgud then reminds Franny, "Well if you must know, Fran, Beamer's accident from training on that scooter bot back in London is what got all of us together in the first place."
Franny remembers of course and says, "Oh yes. Within so much turning of events occuring on that day, it was then I realized that our knots were going to end up tied."
Gielgud then adds on, "For a good cause too. With my fortune to keep all of us company at this mansion, my desire of being a technician and inventing these kinds of things really paid off. Then after thirty-five years, my retirement is well in good hands too. So yeah, what else could you ask for?"
"Frankly though, hun," Says Franny in a bit of disturbance, "Sometimes you make me wonder what on Earth is wrong with you. Like seriously, do you really think its necessary to let the dogs over at the park learn to catch a frisbee by just having them observe you launching it in the air and then catching it yourself?"
"Hey, its another one of my best methods to train them pets." Says Gielgud.
"Well, you really should just stop with that. That sounds like less of training and more of just making a fool out of yourself" Franny says.
Gielgud sighs and then says, "Well, what are you going to do?"
Franny then points out to Gielgud, "Well I can tell you one thing, it seems like it can take lots of effort and skill to become a high class canine. Especially for Dalmatians."
Franny continues on as she then directs point to Spotty next, "And after what happened to this one here, I'm beginning to think it will take a miracle for a Dalmatian pup like you."
Spotty then gets a stern look on his face after hearing that statement from Franny, and then begins whimpering in an angry tone.
"Oh now, there's no reason for that long face, Spotty-wotty. Its not like you didn't give it your best shot. Once I'm done cleaning you up, you can do have your dinner with Beamer and Coco and cheer up. Or else, Franny will give you such a smack on your head." Franny says as she playfully does so with Spotty.
Spotty snarls and quietly growls in response. Franny then adds on to Spotty, "You know, any pup like you really should not be out there alone all by yourself. The police or pound is very likely to bring you back home, or to a kennal; and my brother is a cop. Now you wouldn't want to run into him, would you?" Franny finishes her sentence by way in motion of playfully rubbing and scrubbing Spotty's back in a cute wobbly fashion and leaning her head close towards his beneath the kitchen sink.
Spotty then just whines in response. Gielgud then informs Franny some interesting news that he came across while he went hunting earlier, "Say Fran, I must report to you that I did have quite an eventful day while I was out hunting." Franny mystifyingly says, "Huh, coincidence? I think not, Gielgud."
"Well with all do respect, dear, that while I was out and about so, I stumbled across a letter that coincidently was addressed to us from Widow Smedley."
Franny in a bit of surprise says, "Oh wow! Hmmmmph, I'll declare. What did they want?" Gielgud answers, "Well, it turns out that Smedley is on urge of selling his farm up north over in the corner, and that he is offering it to us. Might I ask, honey, would you be fond of that?"
Franny instantly takes a royal dislike to the idea and answers, "Oh, certainly not, Gielgud. I like it here at this mansion. I feel that this place was meant for us."
Gielgud gladly agrees and says, "Yeah, glad to say I'm right there with you on that one."
Gielgud then points directs to Spotty on that matter, "However, with that Spotty puppy being in a family with a swarm of Dalmatian pups, maybe we can contact Smedley and tell him that we can exchange the offer to Spotty's human pet owners."
Spotty perks his ears up in a bit of excitement to hear what is being discussed at the moment as he has had high hopes of moving into a farm like he had always wished for since moving from London.
Franny agrees in such delight, "Oooooh, that is a great idea, sweetie. A farm would be a perfect for a family all loaded with pups, especially Dalmatian pups!" "Perfect for a Dalmatian Plantation, I shall say." Gielgud says in much honor.
It is then that Franny finishes washing Spotty up in the sink, and then rinses him off with a rag while stating to Gielgud as she is all baffled at what he did while hunting that day, "I shall say, I still can't believe you actually went and attempted that when you went hunting, sweetie."
Gielgud in a bit of embarrassment responds, "Well you know, I just thought I'd give it a try and see if it would actually work."
Franny then says while closing her eyes in distress after hearing that strange remark from her husband, "Yeah, very wise move there!" She then rolls her eyeballs and shakes her head in dismay.
After Franny finishes rinsing Spotty's fur, she does the final part in procedure of drying him off with a blow-dryer. "Alright, got you rinsed out. Now all we need to do is dry you out, and then your spots shall look as good as new." Franny says while grabbing a blow-dryer to use to dry off Spotty's fur from that bath.
Franny turns on the blow-dryer and then blows it around Spotty's furskin. Spotty whimpers just a tad, then his fur fluffs a bit much to Franny's shock in that bit of a mistake she just did.
"Well, perhaps it wasn't a smart way to dry your fur. But no worries, little puppy, Franny can get you all trimmed back up in a jiffy." Franny says as she grabs a comb and scissors and start giving Spotty's fur a cut.
Just then, Spotty with his fur all well cut and squeakey clean, is now with his Uncle Beamer and Aunt Coco at their big dining room. They are finally having their pizza feast that Spotty delivered to them as the dogs are sitting on the chairs set on spot around the table.
"Ugh, doggone it! How I hate having to get kitchen baths!" Spotty says in a very cruel tone.
Coco with a very stern expression on her face tells Spotty in response, "Hey now, Spotty, watch your mouth! You know our beloved Franny washed you up for a purpose. You had such a big fall from delivering these pizzas! All that mud you managed to get splashed all over you from that accident was a bad sign for your fur. You know we Dalmatian dogs are supposed to be the kind of dogs that are clean with little to no "doggy" odor."
"Your Aunt is indeed right there, Spotty," Beamer adds in, "Our coats are dirt-repellant too. I mean how do you think the soot that you pups go-"
Spotty cuts Beamer off as he knows where Beamer is going on that remark by saying, "Yeah yeah I know, Uncle Beamer, which is why the soot that we covered ourselves in back over in London upon avoiding being skin-coated was easy to come off with a feather duster. I know but-"
Beamer cuts Spotty off as he desperately needs the pup to understand something by stating, "But listen here, Spotty. If I must make note to you, I shall point out that one of my qualifications upon becoming the high-class Dalmatian that I am now, is having spotless skin."
Spotty raises an eyebrow at Beamer in response to his statement as Coco then says to the puppy, "Thats right, gingerbread." Coco does this typical thing of calling the Dearly Dalmatian pups some type of baked good.
Coco then says, "In fact, Spotty, you look all spotless now after that bath!"
Spotty gives an annoying and weird glare to Coco in response to that comment as he says to her, "Must you say that, Aunt Coco? You know I've got spots all over me, thank you very much! How do you think I got my name?"
Coco clears out to Spotty, "Now Spotty, darling, that was meant to be a compliment for how clean Franny made you. You know that wasn't meant in any rude way whatsoever."
"Indeed." Beamer adds on, "So there is no need for any of that back talk, young one!"
Spotty then asks Beamer and Coco, "Well, if I might ask of you two, that you please be so kind to encourage Franny to not blow dry my fur again? A such tool is bad for ANY dog's skin, especially mine. I finally got my spots the way I wanted them."
"Oh Spotty, darling, it looks perfect the way it is. I don't see how it has done any ways harm to you." Says Coco.
Beamer then adds on a good point to Spotty, "If you ask me, its picture perfect; hence your name too, Spotty. As a High-Class Dalmatian, I know this much that each and every one of us Dalmatians dogs' spots can vary in size from dime to half dollar, and can be evenly distributed over the coat. Elsewise as we know it, Dalmatian puppies are born pure white, and the spots appear as the age progresses. Of course you know, there are also some Dalmatians that are born with patches. Patches are solid masses of dense and brilliant black or liver-colored hair in a certain area of the skin that leaves no white hair. They are also appreciably larger than normal-size spots, and they have smooth, sharply defined edges."
Spotty then points out within getting a hint from that remark from Beamer, "Ah, just like how my brother, Patch, was born; with that large, black patch over his right eye."
Coco says in an amused manner after hearing Spotty point that out, "Oh my, you have a brother with a patched eye? Well that, sweetcake, sounds to me like he has this thing called, a monocle."
Spotty in a little shock to learn about Patch's eye condition says in response, "Wow! Well geez if that's what you are implying, Aunt Coco, then yes. I...didn't really know that."
"But now anyways, Spotty," Says Beamer, "I shall say that I am sorry to see that you have gotten yourself in a bit of a rut there, especially within the desire of your job. In addition regarding that scooter bot, I know was a great gift from me to you within your interest in going mobile; and your Aunt and I are happy for you on your ability to drive such things. Just be careful in the future when you DO consider driving those kinds of things."
"Yes, please do be careful using the decent machinery that your uncle develops. Our butler, Gielgud, pays good money for it." Says Coco to Spotty.
Beamer says, "Oh yes, absolutely! He is very well trained and does everything! So perhaps we can find and develop something way better for your mobility. I'm sure of it, young one."
Coco proudly adds in, "Indeed, shortcake. After all, you already are as great a driver as your Uncle Beamer on those sort of things."
Spotty then says, "Oh yeah, of course, as my brother, Lucky, even said to me once that I would be able to drive like the Thunderbolt 500."
Beamer in a bit of shock after hearing that bit of name that Spotty just pointed out, "Well...I don't know if I would go that route necessarily, but yeah you certainly have become quite the skilled and mobile dog, Spotty!"
Spotty then says a little dazed in hearing what his uncle just said, "Well gee thanks, Uncle Beamer. How I feel ANY better from hearing you say it like that."
Coco then points out to Spotty, "Fruitcake, your uncle really means it! I mean if you look at me upon my experience throughout life, I never grew accustomed to driving those things. Scooter bots just aren't my thing."
Spotty then asks, "Well what IS your thing, Aunt Coco?" Coco answers with very much delight in herself, "Ballet, sweet pie!"
"Oh come on, ballet!? Seriously?" Spotty asked feeling a bit flustered upon knowing one of Coco's apparent hobbies. "Oh yes, absolutely!" Says Coco, "You know your Mom and I used to watch those kinds of shows all the time when we were kids."
"I bet yall did." Spotty says suspecting the bit of obviousness on that part.
"Yep, and your Aunt even introduced me to those ballet shows too. They've been around even before... ya know, Thunderbolt became a show." Beamer points out in a weird expressed sudden emotion for a tad moment there.
"Well how nice for yall." Says Spotty. Coco then directs to Spotty for, "I must say to you though, shortbread; that generally speaking, it can be pretty dangerous for a small pup like you to be out and about by yourself in doing these things that involve driving around those scooter bots, especially out in the rain."
"Oh yes, of course." Says Beamer, "In fact, your Aunt and I were watching the news earlier today too. While we were upstairs having some of the other bits of pizza you delivered to us and Franny was scrubbing you in the kitchen, we saw on the news about how high the percentage of the amount of unwanted pets all around the country is. Those pets to which of whom include those that are abused, abandoned, and even those pets who are left with out a home. I gotta tell you, Spotty, the percentage is at crisis levels. Now your Aunt and I, as well as your parents and big family of ninety-eight brothers and sisters would hate to hear of you becoming one of them in the mix."
"Your Uncle is in the rights there, Spotty." Says Coco, "I find that it was bad enough that you and all of your ninety-eight brothers and sisters were duked into a disastrous fur coat catastrophe back over in London. Why I remember invividly, that during one summer night back in London, that your owner's employer invited your Mom, myself, and your owner over to this 'Hell Hall' manor of said employer. It was then that I saw how that evil that employer of your owner was. To see that your owner had your mother and I as pets, I had discovered that evil lady's sinister interest in Dalmatians by way of making dog pelt. So right away I went and told your mother that I was not going to take that risk upon encountering that evil lady for the first time."
"Well rest assured, Aunt Coco, this lady is out of all of our leagues now. So I really don't think that it is anything to worry too much about anymore. Besides, you know how highly active and intelligent we Dalmatian dogs can get." Spotty informs his Uncle and Aunt. "But you know someday, young man, you can still manage to get yourself down a rabbit hole if you are not careful about how you go out and about all by yourself, especially as a Dalmatian. Make a note, Spotty." Beamer directs warning to his nephew.
Spotty tries to make clear to Beamer on something in regards to that statement but he figures to just cut himself off, "But I-" then he just closes his eyes in awe, and then just shakes his head in the event thinking to himself, "Oh forget it!"
Beamer then gets up from his chair and walks to a shelf nearby and looks through it. He then grabs a load of medals and trophys he earned while serving in the Paw Patrol Military to bring over to the table for Spotty to check out.
As Coco notices Beamer bringing those couple of awards onto the table, she tries to push them off limits to the big table because she dosen't think that this is the time to be presenting those. Therefore, she directs to him, "Beamer Vandercreme, don't even think about laying those on the table!"
Beamer then just clears up to her by pointing out what he is trying to do, "But Coco, these are my Paw Patrol Military medals and trophies that I just want to present to the youngster here."
"Beams, sweetheart, really now! You can present those later! Right now, I think it is just the time to just enjoy our feast that sweetcake, Spotty, delivered to us." Coco demands to her husband.
Spotty then asks Beamer, "Wait, so you actually served in the Paw Patrol Military, Uncle Beamer?" Beamer answers, "Yes, of course I served in the Paw Patrol Military. How else do you think I became High-Class Dalmatian?" Spotty amazed and impressed then tells him, "Wow...what a way to go, I shall say."
As Beamer went back with the medals and trophies to put them back in the shelf that he got them from, he tells Spotty, "I tell you, it takes a lot of skill and effort to be able to join an armed forces community. One of the many out there that help serve this country."
Beamer then makes his way back to the chair and then starts eating along with the other Dalmatians around the table.
As they are eating, Spotty draws over to attention to the kind of pizza they are eating, as opposed to the kind of pizza that Spotty himself likes.
"You know, might I ask, why is it you two only like kibble cock tail on your pizzas? I mean wouldn't you have prefered a bit of variety of other types of toppings and ingredients? Like for example, Kibble Spice?" Spotty asks his Aunt and Uncle.
"Oh well with all do respect there, Dearly, I tend to get allergic to spice." Beamer answers. Coco then answers, "Oh, I just can't stand the burn on my tongue. Besides, honeybun, too much of it can lead to pretty bad cholesterol."
"Ummmmmmm...okay?" Spotty says about confusingly. Spotty then asks in regards to them sitting literally on the chairs instead of what dogs would normally do, which is eating on the floor with their type of food, "Now another thing I've just pondered to wonder and draw over to attention to is, why are we sitting on the chairs? Shouldn't we be eating in normal canine behavior like oh...I don't know..on the floor?"
"Well I shall declare, Spotty, that eating on the floor is tres gauche." Beamer answers to Spotty. Spotty confused as to what Beamer just said to try and get a clearing on what that word was, "Trey g-what?" Spotty wondered in confusion. "Tres gauche, meaning it feels awkward just to eat on the floor." Beamer clears out. Coco then adds in, "As High-Class Dalmatians in this estate mansion, we try not to get our floor spread with crumbs. It would be so unpedigree if we were to eat on the floor and leave a swarm of them laying all around."
"W-...well...okay, if that's how High-Class Dalmatian rules go, I guess I can buy that." Says Spotty all convinced on that matter.
Ultimately among the several strange stuff happening around the Vandercremes' mansion, Spotty then asks his Uncle and Aunt after much sudden and wonder, "But I would still like to know why Gielgud was sitting there on that bucket of ice in the kitchen?"
Coco directs to Beamer and asks him, "Beams, shall we spill it out to Spotty?" Beamer then says, "Yes, I'd be happy to...Well, Gielgud went over to the nearby forest up towards the north corner to hunt down animals. Which is one of the things that he likes to do in his spare time. Its a good way for him to find some good meats to eat; especially for me and your Aunt's meals." Spotty says in response, "Well how fascinating."
Beamer then continues on, "So yeah anyway, Gielgud went out and about around the forest today to hunt for animals. Then during his search, in what I would like to call a 'slashing' turn of events, Gielgud stumbed across some strange alligator named, LockJaw, in the forest. It was around that time in the forest when Gielgud had spotted Lockjaw, that he had witnessed that Lockjaw had snapped out a mailman as said certain individual was out on the job to deliver a letter to the owner of this entitled barn close by as well; which is labeled and known as the 'Smedley Barn'. The owner of said barn goes in granted by the name, Widow Smedley."
Spotty looks at Beamer with a wide-eyed expression on his face, as well as an open jaw as Beamer continues on, "Lockjaw then stole away the postman's bag of mail, and then Lockjaw just decided to wear it for the rest of said alligator's life! So in the case event to get back at Lockjaw, Gielgud prepared himself to shoot him down, and then have him locked up at the Grutely Pound on that island around the lake; which is about a couple of blocks up north. But then an enormous bit of a curve ball got thrown at Gielgud in the forest. Best to say that next thing, he tried to milk a horse."
Spotty then looks upward on a stunned and weirded out expression on his face and then says in response, "What in the mother of Thunderbolt?" Beamer closes his eyes as a bit of distraction among the fact that his nephew just brought up the name, Thunderbolt, again. Beamer then shakes it off and continues on, "Yeah, I know that all sounds strangely weird, but its true. As a matter of fact, lots of strange things happen around here in this mansion."
All satisfied on the certain stories being told within the conversations currently going on and on and on while the Dalmatians are having their pizza feast, Spotty says, "Well geez, what else is new around here?"
Beamer vaguely points out, "But anyways yeah, this said horse came from that Smedley Farm. It was pulling a wagon full of hay by way of giving some of it's fellow farm animals a haystack ride. Next thing, Gielgud wanted to impress himself to try and milk this said horse. Then when he turned around, that horse kicked him right in the toosh."
Spotty looks at his uncle with a very disserted look on his face, and then urges to correct him, "Its pronounced, tush, Uncle Beamer." Beamer then tells Spotty, "Well, I say 'toosh'." Beamer then adds on, "But yeah like I said, I know it all sounds stupid; and even dangerous in some instances, but it is true." Beamer then directs the attention over to Coco as he asks her, "Coco, don't you remember how we used to be stupid and dangerous?" "Oh no, Beams!" Coco says rolling her eyeballs at her husband's sudden strange and unique discussion. Beamer on the process urged to continue on telling Spotty, "Oh trust me, we WERE!"
Beamer then adds on, "If you ask me, young man; before my time serving in the militay, I was a Dalmataian dog that was all naive and gullible. Then within my experience serving in the Paw Patrol Military, I became one of the High-Class Dalmatians in history!" Spotty having no words to describe how he is feeling after hearing these strange stories, just states to his Aunt and Uncle, "Well, upon behalf of your Military expeience, Uncle Beamer, it is all so good to know!" Spotty then says in thought, "I really don't wanna know what Gielgud and Franny do on the weekends!"
Coco then points out to Spotty, "From my experience though, cookie, how dogs like you drive those scooter bots? I will never know."
Spotty says, "Well from my experience thus far living with my big family, the last thing that I need is for us to be one big happy family."
Beamer responds in question to Spotty, "Oh really? What's not to your liking in your family?" Coco then adds in response, "Yeah, shortbread, I mean you all are the big Dalmatian family of a hundred and one. You know, your Uncle and I were very happy once we discovered that yall became that big kind."
"Well I hate to break that to you two," Says Spotty, "But if yall must know, I'm actually part of the bigger mix of the eighty-four Dalmatians that were bought and paid for up there at some pet shop in Suffolk. Bad part about that is, that same evil woman you just referenced, Aunt Coco, was the one who bought us."
Coco then lifts her eye brows in a bit of sudden shock and Beamer does the same, and then the two look at each other and then back at Spotty as he continues on, "She then sent us over to a house of her two nitwitted idiot henchmen; only to discover that there were fifteen of the other Dalmatian pups that were unlikely stolen by her. Disappointingly enough for me, my two favorite brothers; one whose name I already mentioned, Lucky, the other named, Rolly, and my favorite sister, Cadpig; were a part of them."
"Oh my!" Coco says expressing concern on that case. Beamer then points out, "Well the important thing is, Spotty, is that your newly adopted father and mother got to that place when they did to help all of you pups escape yall's way to becoming fur coats."
"Well, yeah," Spotty says, "It was a bit of a hassle on our way back home to London as we crossed upon a blizzard, but at least we managed to survive through it elsewise. On our journey, we got sheltered from that blizzard in a dairy farm thanks to some rough collie. We then make our way to Dunsford. While there, we entered in some blacksmith's shop, and discovered that evil trio caught up to us. So while we were in the shop we had this plan to cover ourselves in that soot to disguise ourselves as Labradors by way of escaping them. We then made our way past them, and then jumped aboard a truck that was headed for London. Finally, we reach London, and then we return home to our owners and start flooding the house while still covered in that soot. Afterwards upon having the soot removed and our owners counting the massive number of us Dalmatians, they had this plan to by a house in the country. We shortly ended up moving here in America in the event."
"Hmm that's some eventful journey I shall say, sweetcake." Says Coco. Spotty then says, "But to be honest, when our owners mentioned about moving in the country, I was kinda expecting more like a farm. Cause you know were a big family of 101 Dalmatians, and a farm around the countryside is a good fit of a portion of land for a family of that many dogs."
Beamer then points out, "You know, Spotty, it is funny you should bring that up about living in a farm. You see the thing is, we were actually supposed to receive note from Widow Smedley that he was on process of offering us to move over to that barn, as he is getting ready to have it sold and move to some retirement home."
Spotty says, "Yeah in fact, while Franny was washing me up in the kitchen after that accident outside, she and Gielgud were discussing about it. Gielgud pointed out that while he was out hunting, he stumbled across a letter that was on process of being delivered to you all from this Smedley farmer."
Coco then points out, "Well rest assured as a High-Class Dalmatian, I feel it wouldn't be necessary to flip side like that. This estate mansion is perfect for our type. Isn't that right, Beams?" Beamer answers to Coco, "Oh yes indeed, honey, I feel that moving to a farm from this mansion would also be a state of tres gauche."
Spotty then points out to his Aunt and Uncle while gaining a bit of happiness and wagging his tail in a bit of excitement, "Well, that was kinda another thing yall's owners were talking about in the kitchen. They were discussing about rearranging the living situation over to my owners. They said this thing that in light of the fact that us in this big family with a swarm of 101 Dalmatian dogs, that they would contact Smedley and tell him about exchanging the offer to my human pets."
"Well I shall say that sounds like a plan to me, young one." Says Beamer, "Though I will tell you that shall you all move over to that barn, if you or any of your brothers and/or sisters or Pongo and/or Perdy make visits here during your time living at that barn, to just be sure not to put any rough spots around this estate from any farm damage. Meaning to not perform any kind of behavior that any pet or farm animal at a barn would perform. I've already explained to you how the rules of High-Class Dalmatian behavior works, especially in this mansion, young one."
Spotty closes his eyes as he is starting to get a bit annoyed with these High-Class Dalmatian rules that Beamer and Coco keep bringing up as he then says, "Yes...so I understand, Uncle Beamer."
Switching gears, Coco then asks Spotty, "So cupcake, with having all of your ninety-eight brothers and sisters in your family, why are Lucky, Rolly, and Cadpig your favorite siblings out of all of them?"
Spotty answers, "Well they seem to be the only ones who care to play with me and not make me feel lonesome. I mean I know that with having to live with all those siblings in that big a family, it sounds sad to know only a few seem to get along with you."
Beamer asks in response, "Hmmmm, and so this Lucky puppy brother of yours, why is he named Lucky?" Spotty answers, "Well, it might sound scary but when my Mom gave birth to what seemed like fifteen puppies, my human pets' live in maid had thought that he had just instantly dies just seconds after being born."
Beamer and Coco both gasp in response to such a tragic case. Spotty then continues, "But buuuut then one of my human pets, whom is my Dad's original owner, rubbed him to life and then he popped his head out from the cloth in my pet's hand; and thus he was Lucky to survive. So that's how he was named Lucky." Coco says in such a relief, "Well, what a miracle for you, sweet pie."
Spotty then says, "Yeah, but the annoying thing about that is, Lucky also has this horseshoe mark on his back." Beamer jumps in to verify, "Wait, so if its a 'mark' you speak of thats on Lucky's back, it sounds to me like its something like a birthmark. Is that correct?" Spotty answers in a bit of an irritated manner as Lucky has his ways on that horseshoe mark, "*sigh* Yes, Uncle Beamer, it is. But the thing is, he tends to be on this thing that its his symbol for luck. The only theory I can think of on why he is named 'Lucky' is because of that horseshoe mark. I've had to tell him over and over and over and over again that it's not a symbol of luck, but his birthmark."
Beamer says, "Hmmm, sounds like that Lucky is just full of himself." "Psh, I guess so." Spotty says while rolling his eyeball and shaking his head.
Coco then asks Spotty, "So what about Rolly, why is he named Rolly?" Spotty answers, "Well he is named for his what is called, Rolly-Polly physique. Best to say of how fat he is due to how much he eats and how hungry he often gets."
Beamer asks Spotty, "So why does he get hungry all the time?" Spotty starting to get a tad annoyed by the set of questions Beamer and Coco are throwing at him, "Ummmmmm, its his appetite. Or maybe his metabolism, I'm really not sure what exactly it is."
Coco then asks Spotty, "So then what about your sister, Cadpig, how did she get her name?" Spotty has a stony look on his face for a milisecond in annoyance before answering, "She was born a runt in this litter of the first fifteen born puppies. Meaning she's the smallest of all of us Dalmatians in the family. Her name is also a parodic form of her full name Cadley Peggy."
"Oh very nice," Says Beamer, "So since you say that Cadpig is your favorite sister, might I ask this Spotty, is she the puppy who you would want to mate with?" In a stunning shock after hearing that question, Spotty responds, "Uncle Beamer!" "No, I really want to know, young one." Beamer says desperate to know.
"Well I mean, maybe. I mean she does think I am the sweetest dog in the family. But I'm honestly not sure I'm actually ready for that yet." Spotty says in a bit of nerve-wrack. Spotty then adds in, "Besides, shes really not my only favorite sister out of all in my family. I forgot to mention theres another sister pup of mine named, Two-Tone."
Coco then asks Spotty, "Oh, does she often play with you often as well." Spotty answers, "Well, yes and no." Beamer asks, "What does that mean?" Spotty responds, "Well for starters, she seems to have feelings more for Lucky. However, since we moved to Topstown, she has actually been spending a bit more time to herself every now and then."
Beamer then theorizes, "I guess maybe she is taking the time to herself to determine if she should mate with either you or Lucky since you know, you yourself arent sure if you are ready to mate with Cadp-"
As Beamer points that out, Spotty then gets a very disturbed look on his face as his Aunt and Uncle keep questioning these things out to Spotty as he cuts Beamer off, "Yall ask a lot of questions, don't yall?" "Well, young one, we couldn't find stuff out otherwise now, would we?"
Coco then jumps into point out, "Oh let's not be rediculous. Any girl that tries to mate with a boy is just asking for trouble." Spotty spits out, "Aunt Coco, don't say that! There is absolutely nothing wrong with a girl trying to mate with a boy!"
"Shortbread, I just think its terrible! I mean girl puppies mating with boy puppies! When I was your age, Spotty, I never went out chasing a boy or mated with a boy." Says Coco.
"Then just how in the Mother of Thunderbolt are you supposed to meet anyone in that case, Aunt Coco!?" Spotty exclaims.
"Well, it will just happen," Says Coco, "Like the way I met your Uncle. Beams, would you care to spill it out for the young pup." Beamer gladly in a joyful expression on his face says, "Oh sure, I'd be happy to, sweetheart. Well, it was meant to be. I can start off my saying that if I hadn't ran into your Aunt, Spotty, while Gielgud was training me to drive the new scooter bot that he invented throughout his career, then none of us would be living here in this mansion. I still don't understand what exactly what you and Franny were doing at that park over in London, Coco"
Coco answers to Beamer, "Oh we were just playing 'Fetch' with a frisbee. Franny just tossed it over towards the air, and then I caught it. Suddenly you come bumbling towards me and then I fell towards the pond."
"So I see." Says Beamer, "Anyway yeah, Gielgud was very wealthy. He was also a well trained professional at developing technical equipment throughout his career. He had this job for thirty-five years. He had this idea of making a scooter bot for me to drive, as he knew me well of being a High-Class Dalmatian. During that time on that day I ran into Coco, I was in training on driving that bot, but at least I got better in time. But in a surprising turn of events, my time learning how to drive those scooter bots was a bit lackluster as I managed to run into your Aunt while doing so. It was at the same park that your adopted Mom and Dad met as well. This was by way of Gielgud and Franny meeting also. So it was then that Gielgud brought Coco into his house along with Franny, and I must admit, Spotty, your Aunt Coco looked so helpless. She looked like a little lost puppy and my heart just went out to her."
Beamer says that last statement in such a bubbly fashion as Coco says in the same mood, "Oh yes, as so did my heart did so to my sweet Beams."
Beamer gladly continues, "So yeah. Man, Spotty, how I felt sorry for Coco in the case event. But we then fell in love, as so did Gielgud and Franny. Your parents were so thrilled to hear about it all, young one. Soon, we all then got married. We then soon moved here in Grutely in this mansion estate to live our happy lives altogether. With Gielgud on his career of being a mechanical inventor and technician while Franny was a stay at home wife. And so yeah, once Gielgud had me well trained at some point on becoming as mobile on those scooter bots as I am now, he had went and released that kind of equipment for all canines to be set to be trained in to drive."
"Well," Says Spotty, "What a sweet story!"
Stay tuned next chapter with Beamer taking Spotty over to the Vandercreme's park nearby, and then Spotty leaving that area after observing Gielgud's nonsensical dog like behavior there and thus coming across Swamp Rat and Spot among the nearby path towards the Dearly Farm. There we will learn how Swamp Rat and Spot comes about with meeting the gang in the series' show.