it's already here, yet again; the next new chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians'. this next new chapter is labeled as the thirty-fourth chapter. chronologically speaking, however, it's technically the thirty-first chapter in actuality. this chronologically thirty-first chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians' is a mere four-hundred-seventy words worth of total storyline that ultimately doesn't include either of the author's notes written by yours truly. nor does it include this explanatory headnote or the (mandatory) disclaimer which makes up the paragraph following this headnote. logically speaking, I would not be surprised if the word-count it would say this chapter has would greatly out-number the word-count of the actual storyline in this technically and chronologically thirty-first chapter, even though it's listed and labeled as chapter thirty-four of my story on this site. OK, enough jawin' about. it's already time for my obligatory disclaimer of this chapter.
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.
As soon as their dinner date at the Chinese restaurant was over and done, Ray and Kim started walking back to her apartment complex since the site of their dinner date that night had actually been within walking distance from her apartment.
What they never noticed on their way back to Kim's apartment was Cruella DeVil's Jamaican valet attendant, Jermaine, dangling from a window to an apartment building. Jermaine even fell from the window with a thud as he busied himself in what he was doing. As soon as he hit the ground outside the window from which he dangled just as a monkey would have, several dalmatian puppies came barking out of his grasp through a closed gate as the clearly abused Jamaican started to reach undeniably close to his limit for the sake of a formerly cured of all her insanity mistress whose worth of his loyalty had obviously been hanging by a thread by then, and a thread that only grew thinner and weaker as the days since Cruella's cure from her fur coat-obsession had been reversed.
A/N: I apologize for the rambling about the devil woman's cure getting reversed. I just thought it imperative to let everyone know that the signs that her cure had been reversed since being let out of prison had clearly been there in the actual live-action film, if most of the minor characters in the movie had only been willing to look for them. Inspector Armstrong was so not as observant as he probably thought he was.
The puppies from within the apartment building tried to escape their capture by Jermaine. It even worked for them, at first, when Cruella DeVil's Jamaican valet attendant even hit his head on the gate. Jermaine was persistent in his aim to please his progressively less than deserving mistress, Cruella, though. The Jamaican valet still went after the pups who only tried to get back into their apartment building, foolishly thinking someone would be there to answer their calls for help.
Dalmatian puppies of the apartment building: Help! Somebody! We're all being dognapped! Anyone there?! Help us! Please!
It was no use for the dalmatian pups of the apartment building to call out for help, though. People in the city would have only heard their calls for help as annoying yips and order them to be quiet, anyway. It was nothing short of foolish hope. Jermaine then came up to all the pups for his collection of them all, a reluctant dognapper, though.
Jermaine Merion Sabano: Get in the sack!
Sadly, the puppies could barely sense the reluctance in Jermaine's voice with his simple request to them. For an unknown reason, Jermaine had left one of them out of the sack when he realized that there was no room for said dalmatian pup, though. The Jamaican also was not cruel enough to put all the pups in the sack like some kind of common criminal, even if he might as well have been a common criminal, considering what he was doing for Miss DeVil, thanklessly even.
Jermaine Merion Sabano (continued): Come on_
The Jamaican rushed to the truck as he readied himself to place the sack with the pups in the back of his truck. Jermaine also rushed to the driver's seat on the right side of his truck.
A/N: that's right. I said the right side of the truck. apparently, it's not just Cruella DeVil's car that has the steering wheel on the right side of said vehicle. it's actually a standard for the Eastern hemisphere to have its steering wheel on the right side of the car instead of on the left like we do here in the states, for those of my readers on the same side of the globe as me.