"Alright, Scampster, fetch the can out of the alley." Buster told the pup to begin some Junkyard Dog training.
"How hard can it be to get a tin can from a dog?" Atticus asked.
Scamp climbed in with some of Atticus's help. The other dogs, except Angel was laughing. She looked concerned for Scamp, as Mo did to Atticus. There was an aggressive looking dog holding a tin can hostage, but luckily, he was sleeping, so he didn't come after and try to hurt the puppy or the boy. Atticus began to get scared as soon as he saw the dog that was sleeping.
"Scamp, that's the dog I saw in my nightmare." Atticus whispered to the puppy.
Scamp looked very nervous. "I'll handle this, Atticus, this is dog's work." he whispered to the human boy and snuck over to the bear-like dog as he snored loudly and heavily.
Atticus began biting his nails, nervously. Scamp came close to the sleeping dog and leaned in far to bit the end of the tin can and pull it softly and quietly. The dog reached his paw out to reach for his can which had been stolen. He looked like he was about to wake up, but then he put his dog arms under his chin and went back to sleep, not noticing anything wrong yet. Atticus then began to relax.
"Okay, great you got the tin can let's get back to Buster and the others." Atticus whispered to Scamp.
Scamp nodded and backed up to make sure the dog was still asleep. He then felt victory and started to go back to the others, but accidentally hit the trashcan by him and the dog woke up in a flash.
"Oh, come on!"Atticus exclaimed.
Scamp started to whimper a little in fear and ran with Atticus away from the aggressive dog, Reggie.
"Can you reach that?" Scamp asked, seeing a latch that only someone with thumbs could move.
"I think so." Atticus said.
"Come on!" Scamp tried to get to the door and jump for it. It was pretty high for him, hands or no hands.
Reggie was coming close for them and about to hurt them.
"Run!" Atticus screamed.
Scamp kept jumping for the latch and Reggie had cornered them.
"Follow my lead." Scamp whispered to Atticus as the scary dog was trying to bite them.
"You don't have to tell me twice." Atticus said.
Scamp and Atticus led the dog other ways and quickly made their way to run away from his path. They jumped onto old crates as the dog crashed against them and Scamp bit and hung onto a blanket to air-dry as laundry. Atticus joined him. Reggie didn't see them at first, but then looked up and tried to chomp at them as they were dangling. Since Atticus was holding onto the sheet as well, it was losing its free will to hang and the clothes pins snapped off and the sheet fell onto Reggie, allowing Atticus and Scamp to further escape.
"It's a spook!" the sheepdog thought Reggie was a ghost. "A spook!"
"No, it's Reggie, scatter!" Buster told them.
The dogs and Mo ran away as Reggie broke through his fence and was in the middle of the street. Scamp and Atticus ran into a woman with her poodle. Angel and Mo came to help the boys as Reggie was charging toward them. That was when the dog-catcher was coming and didn't even think to see Atticus and Mo as Scamp's and Angel's possible owners. Though his smoke in the back of his car blocked Reggie's vision and made him go another way while the pups and kids were elsewhere. Atticus was relieved to know that Reggie went the other way.
The dog-catcher had scooped Angel up in a net.
"HEY! Let go of her!" Mo yelled as she stopped on the sidewalk and glared at the authority figure.
"Yeah, let go of her you, big jerk!" Atticus yelled.
Scamp hopped up and started to gnaw on the net. The dog-catcher was surprised to see a house dog doing that. The net hit a pole and the puppies went flying against flour sacks and the car hit Reggie. Unfortunately, it did not kill him, it made him go flying into a vegetable stand with a tomato splattered on his face. The dog-catcher didn't find Scamp or Angel and decided to collect Reggie this time, which put an end of fear in the Junkyard Dogs against him.
Mo looked at Atticus as Angel went to Scamp. "He saved her life..." the girl whispered in awestruck.
"He likes Angel, and I mean, likes her likes her." Atticus whispered to her.
Mo giggled a little. "I can tell..."
Scamp wagged his tail with Angel.
"No one else here besides Mo would've done that." Angel smiled fondly at Scamp.
The dogs couldn't believe Scamp was only a puppy and he had such bravery.
"Looks like they're all impressed by Scamp." Atticus whispered to Mo.
The dogs all came around Scamp to marvel at him while Angel faded into the background.
"You can understand them?" Mo asked, remembering how sometimes the dog and boy would talk.
"Yeah, I've been able to talk to animals since, well, forever, I guess." Atticus said.
"That's funny," Mo blinked at him. "I can only really talk to dogs and cats... For some reason, other animals won't talk to me, maybe I can't understand them."
"HEY!" Buster called. "Will somebody open this thing?"
The sheepdog was coming to bust it down than get one of the humans to open it manually.
"We could have opened that, you know." Atticus said to the sheepdog.
"I hit the thingy!" the sheepdog laughed.
"Coming, tenderfoot?" Angel asked Scamp as she went in with the others.
"Aw, Mooch..." Mo face-palmed the dog.
Scamp began to follow Angel, acting cool. Scamp accidentally tripped over a broken fence piece and hit against Atticus.
Later, Buster was leading a way as the others followed and the people down below were building up a carnival. They all decided to relax a bit while the people were building the carnival. Mo was holding Angel close, Ruby was lying down talking with Scamp about the Master junkyard dog, Scratchy was with Sparky, and Mooch was lying himself. Buster then got everyone together and talked about a very familiar master junkyard dog.
"Ruby's right," Sparky got them to all gather together. "In my day, there was only one stray by which all dogs measured."
"The Tramp!" the dogs said together which had an unsettling feeling with Scamp. He had never known his father used to be a street dog and thought he was a house dog all his life.
Atticus had the same feeling and also thought that Tramp was a house dog all his life.
"The Tramp?" Atticus asked, acting as if he didn't know who Tramp was.
"He taught Buster everything there is to know about being on the streets." Mooch told them.
"And Tramp's trouble was Buster's trouble." Ruby added.
"And Buster's trouble was Tramp's trouble." Mooch nearly echoed.
"He was a great dog, I only heard about him when I was moved here." Mo explained to get a person's word in.
"Cool." Atticus said.
"He once stole an entire meat wagon!" Mooch told Scamp a story about the legendary dog. "And then the dog-catcher, chased him all the way to the river!" he chased the tiny dog, Francisco into a little waterway, which felt like a lake to the small dog.
"No, sir, it was dog-catchers." Sparky corrected.
"How many?" Atticus asked.
"At least a dozen... Two dozen," Sparky told them the story as Scamp and Atticus imagined Tramp going through that before he had possibly met Lady. "Now that I think about it, the police and army cavalry were after the boy as well. He was trapped, but if the Tramp was gonna go. He was gonna go in style."
"So, what happened?" Scamp asked.
Sparky took a quick lap of water. "We never saw him again after that, they say when the wind blows, you can still hear Tramp." he made it sound as though Tramp died in that story.
"Wow." Scamp and atticus said out of amazement.
The wind was then howling and some leaves danced which caught the dogs' attention.
Buster had enough of remembering this old dog. "Alright, alright! That is not what happened!"
"Oh, yeah, what do you know?" Mo glared at the Rottweiler.
"Maybe he knows the true story because that story the old dog just told sounded a bit far-fetched." Atticus said.
"Exactly!" Buster glanced at him, then told a different story and put his paw around Scamp. "He met this girl, see? Queen of the Kennel Club Set. Even her Prissy little name: Lady."
Scamp gulped, that was his mother's name. Atticus gulped when he heard Buster say Lady's name.
'Well, at least he didn't mention Cherry's name.' Atticus thought.
"But he met his true love..." Angel spoke up in defense for the cocker spaniel.
"He betrayed me!" Buster yelled at the puppies. "You can't have family and still be a junkyard dog! So, I gave him a choice, either me or her!"
"I-I'm guessing he chose her, instead of you." Atticus said out of fear of Buster.
"He picked the life at the end of a chain," Buster nearly scowled with drool. "Hooked up with a real powder puff, sleeping on carpets, free roam and board, living the cushy pillow life! That's when I learned the first rule of being a junkyard dog... Buster's trouble is Buster's trouble."
Scamp suddenly had an itch and started to scratch himself. Seeing this, Atticus began to make a sign for Scamp to stop. Scamp looked at him and quickly stopped.
"Hey, Tramp used to scratch like that..." Buster observed, then sniffed the puppy. "You ain't related, are ya?"
"What me? No way." Scamp said.
"Good, cuz if you were, you'd be KIBBLE!" Buster snapped a twig Ruby was chewing on with his mouth.
Mo saw the others leaving and patted her lap again. "Angel, come..."
Angel nodded, looked back at Scamp and left with the others.
That night, Atticus and Scamp were walking along the railroad tracks together. Scamp just couldn't believe his father was a legend in the dog world. Neither could Atticus.
"Didn't Cherry ever tell you Tramp was my dad?" Scamp asked as they walked. "I just can't believe it... Dad..."
"You okay, tenderfoot?" Angel came with Mo to the boys.
"Me? Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?" Scamp asked.
"What are you doing out here?" Mo asked.
"Yeah," Angel came to Scamp. "Don't you have a nice family back home?"
Scamp then began to tell them why he wouldn't go back.
Angel winced as Scamp said she was lucky she never had a family. "You're wrong."
Mo nodded in agreement, having a grave expression on her face.
"You mean, you two had a family?" Scamp asked.
"Actually, we had five families." Angel explained.
"My parents died in a car accident and I was sent to live with my mean grandmother and her dog," Mo explained. "Though, her dog eventually had puppies and Grandma sent the dog away and I got to keep one of them, I'm sure you can guess who. After that, we've been sent to several different foster families. Just when we start to think 'Wow, we have a family', they either move away, have allergies against Angel, or have some baby. We both then gave up and ended up on the street, it was that or an orphanage that didn't allow pets."
"Wow and I thought having one family was tough." Scamp said.
Mo and Angel held each other. Angel whimpered a bit, thinking of being homeless and having rough lives together.
"You two really want a family, don't you?" Atticus asked the girls.
"Very much..." Mo said softly.
"But, you guys got Buster." Scamp tried to consider.
"You can't tell him! You can't! He'll kick us out!" Angel became animated again.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with us, we promise, right Scamp?" Atticus asked.
"Right." Scamp nodded once.
Angel looked softly at Scamp and walked with him. Mo had a small loving look at Atticus and walked next to him.
"So, I guess your Buster's girl." Scamp said to Angel while they were walking.
"I am not Buster's girl!" Angel scowled at him and came in front of the two humans and other puppy. "I don't belong to anyone except Mo! The Junkyard dogs aren't much of a family, what choice do we have?"
"What more do you need as a junkyard dog you dig and stay outside as long as you want." Scamp said.
"Run." Angel said abruptly.
Mo sensed something wrong since Angel was staying still like that.
"Yeah, or chase cats or dig up bones..." Scamp said before being interrupted again.
"NO! I mean, run!" Angel yelled as a light was coming toward them. She then ran with Mo to get off the railroad tracks.
Atticus and Scamp both looked behind them and saw a train coming and decided to join Mo and Angel. Angel and Mo soon found outrunning a train to be fun and they saw a bush by a red light. The girls then jumped into the bush and they were safe and they waited for the boys to join them. The boys were half-way across the train tracks. Unfortunately, Scamp's paw got caught in one of the tracks. Atticus stopped to help Scamp. Angel and Mo rushed to help the boys as the train was coming faster and faster.
The track broke off and they all fell into the water as they train passed and missed them in just seconds. One problem for Atticus though even though that the train did miss them, Atticus had a fear of water and couldn't swim.
Angel went up to the surface and caught her breath and climbed up to dry land. "Scamp? Scamp!" she glanced and saw him. "Scamp, where are Mo and Atticus?"
Meanwhile, Trusty and Jock were searching for any traces of Scamp or Atticus while James was looking around with Cherry.
"I got his scent." Trusty said.
"Are ye sure?" Jock asked.
"Which one?" Cherry also asked.
"Scamp." Trusty said.
Cherry and Jock started to follow Trusty to find Scamp, hopefully Atticus was with him.
"Come on, Pidge!" Tramp told his mate and ran off with her.
They followed Trusty to the lake.
"Scamp!" Tramp called as they saw a fluff ball floating along the water. He dove in after it.
"Oh, please..." Lady hoped her son would be alright.
Tramp brought out of the lake, thinking that it's Scamp.
"Scamp!" Lady called. "Scamp? Oh, thank goodness..."
Tramp brought the fluff ball over and turned it over to reveal it was a wig. Not just any wig, it was the wig that belonged to the woman who owned the poodle that Atticus and Scamp ran into earlier today.
"That's a wig!" Cherry pointed.
Jock sniffed it and glared at Trusty. "A wig! Ye smelled a wig, man, yer hopeless!"
"I'm so sorry, Miss Lady." Trusty said.
Lady smiled apologetically and then grew fierce like a mother bear. "Come on, we've gotta keep searching!"
Jock scoffed at Trusty as they followed her.
Cherry sighed. "I shouldn't have made fun of him..." she muttered, referring to Atticus wanting to live like a dog.
They then joined up with James.
"You okay, Tramp?" Cherry asked before they went back with him as he looked very low about the loss of his son.
"I shouldn't have been so hard on him." Tramp said.
"Come here..." Cherry walked with him to get to James.
As they had gone, Mo was swimming and trying to get Atticus to dry land as Scamp and Angel were waiting for them. Angel and Scamp saw Mo and Atticus on dry land.
"He's unconscious, but I think he's alive." Mo put Atticus on dry land as Angel and Scamp came to see him. Mo moaned a bit and then opened the boy's mouth to give him CPR.
After three attempts, Atticus woke up.
Mo was kneeling over him. "Oh, Atticus... I was so worried..."
"So...worried?" Atticus asked, acting cool.
Mo scoffed and playfully shoved him as the dogs shook themselves dry. "Get over yourself, city boy."
"I don't know about you guys, but there's gotta be a better way to take a bath." Angel said as she shook.
"Trust me, there is no better way to take a bath." Scamp said.
Angel giggled and had a sudden need to chase her tail. She spun around a little bit and caught it very quickly.
"Good girl." Mo petted her puppy.
"Wow, that is so weird, how'd you do that?" Scamp asked Angel.
"Talent." Angel smirked.
"Let me try." Scamp said with smirk.
"Go for it then." Mo said as she ruffled up Angel's fur for comfort. "Aw, I'm sorry, girl, I wish I could give you a treat..."
Scamp began to chase his tail. The puppy fell though, he wasn't as fast or successful as the girl puppy.
"You really are a house dog." Angel chuckled.
"Oh, yeah?" Scamp asked.
"Yeah!" Angel challenged.
Scamp then got up and they began to walk together with Atticus and Mo. Angel and Scamp were nearly wrestling as their humans followed. They came across a heart-shaped park and walked together. They both appeared to have been hit by the 'curse' know as puppy love. And where they began to enjoy each others company.