here it is already, my next new chapter. sure, it's labeled as the thirty-third chapter, but chronologically speaking, it's technically just the thirtieth chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians'. it's a good one-thousand-one-hundred-fifty-three words of total storyline long. the storyline in this both technically and chronologically thirtieth chapter doesn't include its author's notes from yours truly, this explanatory headnote, right here, or the (mandatory) disclaimer making up the following paragraph after this headnote.
disclamation: I don't own '102 Dalmatians' in any way, shape, or form. I mean, I own it on DVD, but I was only seven when it first appeared in theaters, at all. so, it wouldn't even be natural for me to have owned '102 Dalmatians', at all. I also don't own either of the '101 Dalmatians' movies. I was but two or three years old when the live action remake came out, and when the original animated classic of '101 Dalmatians' came to theaters, I didn't even exist, yet. all these films are owned by the Walt Disney Movie Productions Company and by Dodie Smith.
Meanwhile from back within the Sefton Apartment at the London flat, Oddball, her family, Spixington and his dog shelter friends were enjoying a movie from the comfort of the bed at Kim's apartment. They had just been in the middle of the film where the climax had been. It had even been getting to the most beautiful part of the film where the romance would have happened. Oddball, herself, even commented on Bitsy, the smallest shelter dog's, taste in films in the pup's own tongue.
Oddball: This sure is a pretty movie, Bitsy. You picked a good one to bring to us tonight.
Bitsy was grateful to the pup for her compliment on her choice in a film for them all, but she just wanted to enjoy her movie with the rest of the dogs, particularly the female dogs, such as herself, Oddball and Piper.
Bitsy: Thank you, my dear, but I'd pretty much like to enjoy the movie right now, if you don't mind.
Even Patch and Spixington agreed with Bitsy about Oddball's unforeseen interruption while of appreciation, was still an unwelcome interruption, nonetheless. And Spixington and Oddball were a lot like friends already due to being slight outcasts in their own way, while Patch had a special 'like father-like daughter' kind of bond with Oddball due to having once been an overshadowed outcast himself at a time in his own puppyhood.
Oddball: I understand, and I can keep my mouth quiet when I need to.
Meanwhile in the precipice of the film, itself, of which the dogs had all busied themselves in their enjoyment of said movie as they got to the good part of it, the restaurateur of the restaurant at which the dogs were getting ready to eat, said restauranteur laid out a special menu for their options of which to eat for their romantic dinner. The restauranteur in the movie spoke to his dog customers with a thick Italiano accent.
A/N: let's see if any of you can recognize the movie the dogs are watching in the movie, my loyal readers.
Restauranteur in film: Now, tell me. What's-a your pleasure-a? A la carte? Dinner?
A dog in the movie, the lead male dog to be exact, started barking what he and his date for the night had wanted for their meal.
Restauranteur in film (continued): Aha, OK. Hey, Joe!
The restauranteur in the movie then started clapping his hands together at what the leading male dog in the film had apparently ordered for himself and the leading female dog of the film.
Restauranteur in film (continued): Butch-a, he says-a he wants a two-spaghetti-a Speciale, heavy on the meats-a-balls.
Of course, the restauranteur's employee, this Joe, had an argument against his employer's words about a dog, no less.
Joe: Tony, dogs-a don't-a talk.
Of course, Joe technically was very right about what he said to his employer, this Tony, when he said that dogs don't talk. It was also technically just as true, however, that humans actually could be perfectly capable of understanding animal speech if they had only had the ears and the open minds for such a thing, which included dogs.
A/N: in the words of a certain fat, lazy, lasagna-loving orange cat from 'The Garfield Show', just because they can't talk doesn't immediately mean we don't have to listen to what they have to say and/or what they would say if they only could talk to us. yes, I am fully aware that I'm indirectly quoting something a cat once said in a story about dogs. it doesn't make what he said any less true about animals.
Meanwhile, the dogs watching the movie, itself, started to lick their lips like a bunch of hungry animals. For the shelter dogs, it would have been completely understandable. For the dalmatians, it would have been simply on instinct. Meanwhile for the bird who only thought he was a dog, it just looked like complete craziness, particularly when considering that a certain kind of meat would have counted as a recipe for cannibalism when coming from a Blue Spix macaw like that of which Spixington actually was, contrary to all of his beliefs.
Meanwhile back in the movie, the restauranteur, this Tony, argued with his employee, Joe, about how he could understand what their dog friend and his date for the night in the film had wanted for their dinner that night.
Tony: He's-a talk-a to me!
In a certain way, Tony easily knew what his dog friend, this Butch, and his girlfriend for the date that same night would have wanted for dinner in the movie, because it sounded exactly like the kind of menu item that a dog would order at an Italian restaurant if they could talk and humans could understand them effortlessly. As he received the order from his employer for their dog friend's order for his date that same night, Joe realized that it had to have been what that their friend, this Butch, had wanted for his and his date's dinner.
Joe: Ok, he's-a talk-a to you. You the boss.
As Joe placed the Two-Spaghetti Speciale with a heavy number of meatballs on the plate for the leading male and leading female dog, he then started complaining in Italiano about his employer, Tony's, certain level of unfairness of the night just because he was set to supply them with bones, which were what dogs were supposed to want to eat for dinner.
Joe (continued): Mamma Mia.
Then as he took the plate with the Two-Spaghetti Speciale to his employer to give to the dogs, Joe started muttering in Italiano right after his 'Mamma Mia' comment.
A/N: in a way, Joe kinda had the right idea in that movie with the bones, since dogs are supposed to like them. I guess that Tony just thought that such an event at the time deserved a better atmosphere than any of those bones for dinner could supply.
Then, Tony brought the dog couple in the movie their Two-Spaghetti Speciale.
Tony: Now, here you are. The best-a spaghetti in-a town.
Bitsy raised her head from the pillow on which she had busied herself with resting it. Slobberton barked softly as he looked on at the dogs' Two-Spaghetti Speciale in the movie hungrily before talking to the rest of the dogs about it in his own tongue.
Slobberton: Whoa! Does that ever look delicious?
The remainder of the adult dogs commented on what Slobberton had said about the movie's dog couple's Two-Spaghetti Speciale on which they were dining in the film. His shelter friends, Diggit and Bitsy, themselves looked at the spaghetti just as hungrily as Slobberton had before replying in their own tongue to their shared shelter friend's comment about the Speciale in the movie.
Diggit: It certainly does look delicious, Slobberton.
Bitsy: It looks like it'd taste great.
Patch and Piper, the dalmatian marriage mates owned by Kim, also replied in their own dogged tongue to their newfound friend, Slobberton's, comment about the spaghetti in the movie.
Patch: I'd kill for something like that to eat right about now. Wouldn't you, Piper honey?
Piper: Oh, yes, Patch dear. It definitely looks like it'd make a pretty romantic meal, too.
While Oddball and her brothers, Shamrock and Speckle-Eye had every right to be as embarrassed as they actually were about their parents' cheesy love talk, none of the pups could deny that the spaghetti in the film really had looked delicious.
Shamrock: Mom! Dad!
Speckle-Eye: Cheese it and cut the lovey-dovey talk, will ya? It's really embarrassing.
Oddball: Ya gotta admit though, you two. That Two-Spaghetti Speciale sure looks as delish as Slobberton said it did.
Oddball may have been the youngest of the three dalmatian triplets, but the only girl was definitely the most mature of them in place of either of her brothers, who had always acted as though Shamrock and Speckle-Eye were younger than their sister, Oddball, instead of being older than her as they always should have acted.