Meanwhile...
The bags did not drown the good guys, instead, they were being lifted up by a couple of guys on a fishing boat. And where the two bags were heavy.
"Hey, what have we got here?" one man took one bag that was easier to carry.
"It's a cat and a bunch of dogs," the other man noticed. "Are they still alive?"
"Careful, Tom, they might be dangerous." the one man warned the other man.
"What about the other bag?" The first man asked,.
"Man, there must be a bunch of bricks in here, it's heavy..." the other man grunted as he struggled with the other bag.
Both men soon got the second bag on their boat before untying it to see what was inside.
"Oh, my gosh, it's some guy and a little boy!" the one man panicked slightly in shock.
"What kind of person could have done this?" The second person asked.
"Someone unkind." the other man deduced.
"Well, what does it say on the pets' collars?" The first man asked.
"This one has a tie actually," the other man said as he examined the hound dog. "He has no address, it just says his name's 'Rover'," he then looked over the other animals. "Let's see... Patch... Maisy... Colette... And Ellie May."
"These two must be their pets," The first man said. "But we should first get them back to land."
"Hopefully we can carry all them." the other man said.
And as if by magic, they were able to hold the pets and two humans on their boat as they went to get to dry land as the sun was setting. And where it was thanks to the fates.
"What should we do with them?" the one man asked as they came to their truck on dry land.
"Oh, let 'em sleep." the other man said softly as he loaded up in the back.
After getting in the truck themselves; they started it up and drove off. The others lay in the back to get some rest and take it easy after the pain and horror they had endured. And where it lasted for a while until the driver had to stop to fill up the vehicle. The stop made the bags hit the ones in the back which then woke them up instantly in pain. Well most in pain some just out of groans from the noise.
"We need to stop, we've been driving all night." one man said.
"All night?!" Rover asked as he then woke up. "Where am I?" he then crawled out from the back as the men filled their truck with gas and he wandered around as the radio played in the background.
Patch, Atticus, Atlas, and the others soon followed after him.
"Where are we?" Ellie May asked.
"Atticus, it might be just me, but I have a feeling we're not in Las Vegas anymore." Patch looked up.
"Nope, we're definitely not." Atticus said.
"I'm glad you're here though." Patch smiled in relief.
Atticus smiled back to him.
"I wonder how we even got here." Maisy said.
"I dunno, but hopefully we find out soon." Colette replied.
"YES!" Patch cheered. "A whole new adventure!"
"Where the heck are we?" Rover groaned. "No hotels, no people, no fire hydrants! Boy, are some of us in trouble."
There was then a horse neigh heard.
"A horse!" Rover came over to the horse. "We must be near the track! Oh, pardon me, I'm new in town, and-"
The horse then accidentally whacked him with its tail to swat away the flies.
"You okay, Rover?" Atlas asked.
"Gee, what a way to make a total stranger feel like a total stranger." Rover groaned.
"Excuse us, Mr. Horse, but we need to find our way back to Las Vegas." Colette said to the equine creature behind the fence.
"Las Vegas?" the horse replied as he munched on some grass. "I don't know any Las Vegas."
They then heard something that sounded like coins being earned.
"Hey, someone hit the jackpot!" Rover beamed and rushed over.
"A slot machine in the middle of nowhere?" Patch sounded doubtful.
"That does sound far-fetched." Atlas said.
Rover went over the hill and kept going, but then ran right back as there was a bunch of sheep chasing after him.
"SHEEP!" Maisy yelped and ran with the others from the woolly stampede.
"Should we stop them with our strength?!" Atlas asked while running.
"No, someone might own these sheep!" Atticus answered while running.
"Just run!" Patch panted as he ran.
They continued to run until they were all now being carried away by the wave of sheep. Rover groaned as he bounced along, feeling sick from the flock of sheep. There was then a dog beside the sheep and running to herd them as it was his job as a farm dog.
"Hey, can you help us down from here?" Elli May asked.
"Sorry, but I gotta herd the sheep, I'm busy, I'm working!" the dog replied as he was in a rush with the sheep.
Patch soon brought out a picture of a dog that looked similar to this dog as he remembered a farm that was miles away from his family's farm. "Hmm..." he hummed to himself slightly in thought.
Luckily, the sheep got out of their way, but then as more came along, the group jumped into cornfields.
"A cornfield? Wait, I know where we are." Patch smiled.
"Oh, there must be a sale somewhere." Rover replied.
There was then a corn grazing machine coming into the maize.
"Oh, no, quick, everyone run!" Patch yelped.
Rover turned to see the grazer and yelped, starting to run with them. They ran as quickly as they could. Atticus and Atlas jumped out of the way as the machine then worked up as they picked up the corn cobs and the pets with them.
"Stop the machine!" Atlas called out.
The pipes shot out the corn cobs and the pets with it.
"Oh, no, I'm turning into a corn dog!" Rover gasped.
"What is it now?" the truck driver came out with a young boy.
The boy leaned in and saw the pets. "Dad, stop the machine, we picked up a cat and a bunch of dogs!"
"Get us out of here!" Patch's voice muffled.
The farmer scratched his head slightly, wondering how that could've possibly happened.
The boy picked up Rover as there was some corn in his mouth. "This one's name is... Rover! Can we keep them?"
"Uh, I don't think so, son, they must belong to somebody." The driver replied as he held Rover in his arms while the boy checked out the other pets.
Atticus and Atlas soon came over to the farmer to tell him who's owners the dogs and cat were, but for some reason, they couldn't bring themselves to do so.
"How do we know whose pets they are?" the boy asked as he rolled off the truck.
"We better just drop them off at the animal shelter," the farmer told his son. "If someone doesn't claim them, I'm afraid they'll put them all to sleep."
Atticus and Atlas had to act fast.
"Put me to sleep?!" Rover grew animated all of the sudden. "I'm not tired! I just got here!" he then grabbed the farmer's legs. "Give me a break, will ya? Put me away, I'm not lazy! I work hard!"
"Put 'em to sleep?" the boy asked his father. "You can't do that, Dad. The dalmatian looks familiar too."
"Excuse me, sir." Atticus spoke up.
The farmer looked over as he heard another voice. The farmer and his son soon looked over and saw Atticus and Atlas.
"That dalmatian is mine..." Atticus said.
"Yeah, and, uh, the hound dog Rover is my girlfriend's..." Atlas said, though blushed as he said 'girlfriend' since Rover belonged to Connie and they actually weren't together, at least, not now anyway.
"And the cocker spaniel puppy is my girlfriend's and the cat/kitten is my little sister's." Atticus informed.
Patch and Colette blushed since Atticus mentioned the term 'girlfriend'.
"See, Danny?" the farmer said to his son. "They belong to others, we can't keep them."
"But we do need a place to stay; you see, we're not exactly from around here." Atticus said.
"I should say so, you look like a bunch of city slickers." The farmer remarked. "Besides, we got too many dogs as it is! This one doesn't look too smart anyway..." he then said about Rover.
"He looks smart, Dad!" Danny replied.
Rover began to agree with the boy.
"I dunno, son, he looks a little fat," the farmer examined Rover. "A dog like that would eat the whole house."
"Hey, are you kiddin'?" Rover glared as he tried to suck in his belly. "Look at this! Oh, I'm not fat, I retain water. I mean, could a fat dog do this?" he then attempted to do push-ups.
The fates soon started to send in an idea into Atlas's and Atticus's heads.
"He's not fat, Dad." Danny said.
"Uh, I dunno, son, how do we know he's healthy?" the farmer scratched his head.
"He's healthy... Enough." Atticus shrugged.
"Please, can we keep this one, Dad?" Danny begged as Rover tried to impress the farmer since the kid clearly liked him.
"All right, Danny, you can keep him for now," the farmer eventually gave in. "But if he gives us any kind of trouble, he's gone."
"Hooray!" Danny cheered and hugged Rover, spinning around with him in victory.
"And you two and the other pets can stay as long as you want." The farmer said as the fates made it easy for them to be with Rover.
"Thank you, sir." Atlas smiled.
"Yeah, thank you." Atticus nodded.
"You seem familiar, have we met?" the farmer asked the boy.
"I don't think so, sir." Atticus said.