here it already is, the fourth chapter of my version of '102 Dalmatians'. this fourth chapter, 'Meeting at the Probation Office', is finally over one-thousand words worth of storyline long at a whopping one-thousand-four-hundred-sixty-four words worth of pure storyline, excluding both this explanatory headnote, right here, and the (mandatory) disclaimer that makes up the paragraph following this one. OK, enough of my jawing about! time for the (obligatory) disclaimer paragraph that follows not long after the explanatory 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 at the probational office building which had been located right across the way from Big Ben, a woman named Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton had busied herself deep into her work by talking to a man named Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone about the paystub for his own probation. Needless to say, Brad had just spun an incredible story to Kim as he had told her that one of the dogs he worked with for a living ate the paystub he promised to her in exchange for his probation. He had tried and tried to tell her before he gave her such an excuse that she would never have believed his story, at all. Just as Big Ben chimed outside of Kim's window, Brad just continued to talk to her about how he said that she would not have believed the truth about the paystub he owed her in exchange for his probational right even if he told her.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: I told you that you wouldn't believe the truth!

Of course, it was fairly obvious that Kim did not believe Brad even after he had told her what he knew she would never have believed. She even walked back and forth from behind her desk as she talked to him about the paystubs he owed her about which he claimed she would never believe the truth even if he told her.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: The dog ate your paystubs.

Then, Kim just stopped at her desk and sent Brad a mean glare, looking to the man in question for a better excuse for his lack of paystubs.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton (continued): Bradley, can't you do a little better than that?

Brad had no qualms with trying to come up with a better story than what he told Kim that she would never have believed even if it were the truth about his missing paystubs. So, he came up with a better story than that of a dog at the shelter at which he worked having eaten the paystubs he owed her.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: I was abducted by aliens. Put me out at Piccadilly, they did. It was a_

Of course, it was not exactly easy for Brad to focus on his own story with the clock of Big Ben chiming the way it had non-stop. Brad even rubbed his hands in his hair.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): How can you work here? I can't even keep me own story straight.

As soon as she got the message that Big Ben was annoying Brad to the point of which he could not even keep up with his own story properly, Kim closed her window, somewhat blocking out the constant chiming of Big Ben. Then, she sat down in her office chair to speak once again to Brad about the paystubs he still owed her for his probation, or rather the lack thereof.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Listen, Bradley, because I won't say it again. No paystub means no probation.

That was when Brad started to clean his vegan-leather jacket out of some of the seemingly most random things, which had turned out to have been things from his work as a dog shelter employee.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: Dog shelter suits me.

Just when Kim actually managed to think that Brad could not get any weirder to her, he managed to pull a squeaky toy, of all dog-related items, out of his pleather jacket.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): I think I've found meself.

Then, he pulled a photo out of the pocket in his vegan-leather jacket.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): Here's a snap of me with the dogs.

It was after Brad handed the photo to Kim that she noticed there was another man besides him in the photo of him with the dogs from the shelter at which he worked. There were also three whole dogs in said photo, as well.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): Oh, that's me boss. He's a real charmer, and a top bloke. You'd love him.

Then, Brad pulled a slip of paper out of his pleather jacket pocket. It was all wet with dog drool.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): Told ya! Slobberton got a hold of it.

The only problem with the slip of paper covered in dog drool that Brad claimed to have been the paystub he needed to give to Kim in exchange for his right to a probation was that it was anything except for a paystub.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Bradley, this is an 'I-O-U'.

Of course, upon having realized that what he had delivered onto her in exchange for his probation from her on his tail was nothing short of an 'I-O-U', Brad knew that he would never have had much of a right to expect Kim to have been his probation officer. All that he had really needed to do for that to have happened was to explain to her what his work had been going through during the time of which he would have been on her probational list.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: Yeah, well, we're a bit tight on funds at the moment_

Brad was busy explaining his apparent lack of funds to the probation officer when Kim's own employer, Fan Merroir, suddenly ran into her best probational officer's office, seeming to have had an emergency for her.

Fan Merroir: Kim, this is_

Of course, Fan, having been a stickler for manners, had always frowned on any display of bad manners. She had also always, as such, been completely against interruptions. She felt terrible, just terrible, having finally turned into one, herself.

Fan Merroir (continued): I'm sorry.

Of course, Kim was willing to tend to for which her employer, Fan, needed her.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: It's OK. Bradley was just off.

Kim even gave Brad back the dog-drool-coated 'I-O-U' that he had tried to give her in exchange for his probation from her in place of real paystubs. He grabbed onto everything else from his workplace at the dog shelter.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: All right. Thanks, Miss. Next week, then?

Kim was willing to give the poor guy another chance to have a probation from her, under one condition to Brad, though.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Yes. With paystubs. Am I being clear?

Just as Brad was walking out the door to her office, he responded back to Kim's demand for paystubs from him in exchange for his probation from her.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: Uh, supremely. Um, keep the photo.

Then, Brad sent a squeak Kim's way with the squeaky toy he happened to have on his person with him while in her office. She just sighed in exasperation at what he had hinted about her while her employer, Fan, just laughed good-naturedly as though to have been teasing her employee about the way her most desperate case looked at her.

Fan Merroir: You do put the fear of God into them, Kimmy. And that's why I've chosen you to.

Suddenly, the telephone in Kim's office started to ring as clearly as a bell.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Is it_

Her employer, Fan, answered Kim's question for her, already knowing what she was prepared to ask.

Fan Merroir: Line three!

Kim then answered her office telephone as she greeted the one on the other end of the line.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Hello?

A dog barked at Kim from the other end of the phone call onto her office telephone. Fan also grew excited about the possibility.

Fan Merroir: Is it_

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: Yes!

Fan then jumped up into the air with excitement.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton (continued): Stay there! Keep breathing, and I'll be there in a second.

Kim was then on her way out the door since she was needed back at her own apartment. She busied herself in getting all of her stuff ready, including her backpack purse, her scarf, her motorcycle helmet, and so on and so forth. There was a lot of excited laughter and giggling between her and her own employer, Fan.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton (continued): Goodness.

Then on her way out her own office door, Kim and her employer, Fan, blew one another air kisses as the brunette in question continued to head out the door.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton (continued): See you soon!

It was then and there that Fan realized that Kim had forgotten about the thing Fan had hoped with which to trust Kim.

Fan Merroir: Kim! Kim! You've forgotten this.

Kim then rushed back to what Fan had told her she had forgotten from her office. It turned out to have been the folder that held a file with which Fan was attempting to trust Kim.

Kimberly 'Kim/Kimmy' Sefton: W-what? Ah.

Of course, since her hands were completely full of what she had needed to bring in order to make her journey back home, Kim had no other choice but to have taken the files with which Fan had attempted to trust her in her mouth. Kim just mumbled her thanks for the files as it was all she could do for the time being.