The moving truck had made it to Ohio. Bolt was sitting on the middle of the couch, Lucy was laying down on the truck floor, having her front legs in front of her and her back legs were tucked beside her, her tail was beside her. She laid her head down between her forelegs. Mittens was behind the couch, looking for something.
"So, if you got superpowers, I guess that makes you what, like some kind of superdog?" Mittens asked, rummaging through the boxes that were already in the truck.
"That information's classified," Bolt said. Lucy rolled her eyes at this. "Typical," she said aloofly. "Aw, c'mon. Like what's your best power? Your go-to move? How about flying? Can you fly?" Mittens asked him.
Bolt rolled his eyes and exhaled. "Don't be silly. I can't fly," he said. Unlike Mittens, Lucy wasn't at all interested with what his 'powers' were. She just wanted to sleep and that's all.
"Okay, if you don't have any powers, then you don't have any powers. What's it to us?" Mittens asked. Bolt thought for a moment. "I have a superbark," he said a bit nervously.
Lucy looked up at him without raising her head. "A superbark?" she muttered in disbelief. "Wow, you're kidding me! *Looks up and sees a bat* What does one do with a superbark?" Mittens asked, climbing on the boxes to get to the wooden.
"I really can't talk about it. It's classified. So I suggest you two pipe down and take me to Penny," Bolt strictly said. Lucy lifted her head and glared at him. "Do you have to be such a bossy tyrant?" she spat at him.
Bolt looked at her for a moment before looking away. "You're awfully attached to this Penny character, huh, Wags?" Mittens asked, pulling the wooden bat down. "She's my person," Bolt answered.
Lucy rolled her eyes again. "Your person? She's a person. Like every other person I've ever met," she tells him. "Do you have a person? You're a dog too so you should know how it is to have one," Bolt replied. Lucy growled a bit and looked away.
"That's for me to know and for you to stay out of," she spat at him. She didn't want to talk about her past. It wasn't any of his business. "Yeah, if you ask me, the only good person is a-" Mittens started, raising the bat to hit Bolt on the head but she falls over behind the couch, knocking over a box with styrofoam in it.
The box landed right on Bolt, making him freak out. "Styrofoam!" he shouted, leaping off of the couch and went to the door. "What the heck are you doing?" Lucy asked, quickly jumping to her paws. She saw Bolt unlatching the door, letting it fly open.
"Tuck and roll!" was all he said. "Tuck and what!?" Mittens exclaimed before being pulled out from behind the couch. Bolt had leaped out of the moving truck with Lucy and Mittens behind him.
The group land in a field with long grass, rolling roughly down the hill. They all cried out from the impacts of the hard ground. When they landed at the bottom, Lucy struggled to her paws and shook her red and white fur.
"Owww," Bolt moaned, sitting up with his paw raised. When he recovered, he stared at his paw, confused. "What? What is this red liquid coming from my paw?" he asked. Lucy stared at him again in disbelief.
"Are you serious? It's called blood, you braindead idiot," Lucy scowled, finding it hard to believe that Bolt was this naive. "Do I need it?" Bolt asked curiously. Lucy facepalmed again and sighed out of frustration.
'He really is stupid...' she thought. "Yes! So if you want to keep it inside of your body, where it belongs, then you should stop jumping off of trucks doing 80 on the interstate!" Mittens shouted, shaking a thorn out of her front paw before jumping up to her paws.
"Yeah, well, normally I'm a tad bit more indestructible. Must've been the, uh-" Bolt said, setting his paw down before seeing a styrofoam packing peanut laying on the dirt a few feet away from him. "Styrofoam! That stuff, it weakens me!" he said, cowering in fear.
"You're scared of that little thing?" Lucy said, finding it amusing that Bolt found this packing peanut to be his kryptonite. She walked over to Mittens, giving her the 'do it' look. Mittens nodded and quickly picked it up, holding it out in front of her.
"Ah-ha!" she shouted. "What are you doing? Put that down!" Bolt frantically said. "Looks like that ain't gonna happen," Lucy said irritated. "That's it, we've had it with you! Untie us, you crazy pooch! Or I'm gonna... seriously wound you! I'm gonna seriously wound you with this styrofoam!" Mittens threatened.
"Are you mad? You don't know the power of styrofoam!" Bolt said as him and the cat were circling each other. "Oh, you bet I'm mad, baby! And I'm about to unleash it! The power of the styrofoam!" Mitten taunted him, holding the packing peanut up to his face. Bolt backed up a bit, holding a paw up.
"Whoa, alright, cat! Okay, you win! I'll untie the two of you," he said. He then looked up passed Mittens. "That's a weird place to put a piano," he said, distracting the cat long enough for him to knock the packing peanut out of her paws. He then pins her down to the ground.
Lucy jumped back when she saw this, know what that move was. She recognized the move from when she was in the dog fighting ring. "Are we going to have anymore problems?" Bolt said to Mittens. "No, no, no! No more problems! We'll take you to Penny!" Mittens stammered.
Bolt sniffed the air for a moment before feeling his stomach growling. He jumped back in shock, holding his abdomen. "What is that?!" he exclaimed.
Lucy shook herself so she could come back to reality. "What?" Mittens asked, cocking an eyebrow. His stomach growled again. "That! Okay, you have two seconds to tell me what you've implanted in me! Poison? A parasite? Poison? Oh no, I just said that, didn't I? See, I'm all discombobulated. I can't think straight," he said, paranoid.
Lucy walked over, ready to hit him over the head, but she contained herself. "I don't believe what I'm hearing. You're hungry," she tells him, looking right at him. How could he not believe that he was hungry.
His stomach growls again, making him freak out again. "Where is the antidote?" he demanded. "Oh, for the love of..." Lucy whispered, dropping her ears a bit.
"He wants the antidote, we'll give him the antidote," Mittens said, knowing that food would satisfy him.
(RV Park)
The trio walk up a hill and saw a group of RVs sitting at the other side. A majority of people were outside, cooking for their food. "There's your antidote. Food," Mittens said.
Lucy felt her stomach growling too, feeling a bit reluctant to go down towards the humans just to get food. "Go on, do the dog face. This is going to be beautiful," Mittens continued, sitting down. But Bolt stood there, clearly confused.
"Do you not know what the dog face is?" Lucy asked him. Bolt was still confused. "Wh-What does that mean?" he asked. Mittens rolled her eyes at this. "Figures, we're tied to the one dog on Earth who doesn't know how to beg. *looks at the dog* Okay, if you the fo- uh, the antidote, you're gonna have to do exactly what I say," Mittens sighed.
Bolt inhaled and looked away. "Yeah, not likely. You're a degenerate creature of darkness with a brainwashed accomplice," he said. Lucy rolled her eyes at what he said.
"Yeah, yeah, granted. But all I'm asking is is for you to tilt your head a little. You can do that, can't you? C'mon," Mittens asked, grinning a little bit. Lucy, even though she hated him, decided to show him how to do the dog face.
"Look, just tilt it to the right," Lucy said, tilting her head to the right. He did the same as her. "More, more," she said. "This is stupid," he said, clearly annoyed by what Lucy was doing.
"No, no, just follow us on this," Lucy cut him off. "Oh, boy," Bolt sighed and rolled his eyes. "There you go. Tilt up. Down. Now a little smile. *Bolt smiles a bit* Nah, lose the smile. Drop your left ear. Your other left. Okay, now drop them both. *Bolt drops both ears* Hold it, right there. And ever so slightly... look up. *Bolt looks up, giving his best puppy dog face* Soup is on, baby!" Mittens cheered.