here is the thirty-seventh chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians' already, although in both technical and chronological terms, this chapter is actually the thirty-fourth chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians'. it's still the movie if it had been animated like its predecessor, 'One-Hundred-and-One Dalmatians'. I guess I should've titled this story 'One-Hundred-and-Two Dalmatians', in retrospect. it's probably too late for me to change the title of my story by this point, though. anyway, this technically and chronologically thirty-fourth chapter of my own version of '102 Dalmatians' is a good nine-hundred-thirty-eight words worth of total storyline. it's a storyline which still doesn't include this explanatory headnote, right here. nor does it include the (mandatory) disclaimer that makes up the paragraph following this headnote. speaking of my (obligatory) disclaimer, it's time for that already.
disclamation: I still 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.
The following day at the exact same dog shelter that Kim's mystery prank caller had labeled prematurely as guilty, 'Give a Dog Another Chance at a Home', itself, had received a similarly strange phone call from a similarly foreign-sounding voice on the other end of it. Of course, Ray had answered the dog shelter's telephone as soon as it rang. The blond was equally as confused about what the voice on the other end of the phone was saying to him as his assistant at the dog shelter, Brad, still awaited his employer and closest friend's instructions from the voice on the other end of their mystery phone call.
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Ko inu?
Only the mystery caller on the other end of the phone at the dog shelter beat around the bush a lot less than the mystery caller did with the phone at Kim's apartment.
Fukushima Peruto-san: Hai. Ko inu.
Naturally, Ray secretly understood how to speak languages outside of English and immediately recognized the word the mystery caller on the other end of the blond's dog shelter's work phone number had spoken as the Japanese word for…
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Oh, puppies.
The voice at the other end of the phone call with Ray had been a lot less vague than that of the foreign voice at the other end of the phone call with Kim the night prior.
Fukushima Peruto-san: Hai, Inu-san.
Ray just agreed with the man in question about the importance of these puppies' rescue from desertion.
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Mm-hmm.
The voice from the other end of the phone spoke again.
Fukushima Peruto-san: You will find them by the rivah at the foot of the smarr-u bu-ridge.
A/N: I don't know how to say 'small' in Japanese, so I came up with what I could in place of the traditionally French word 'petit'.
As Ray wrote down where his informant told him he would find the puppies, the blond had Brad get himself ready for his departure to get the puppies from where they had been abandoned.
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: We'll pick 'em up right away, Carrier-san.
Then, Ray just chuckled good-naturedly as he finished talking with the foreigner on the other end of his telephone call.
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson (continued): Sayonara.
Then, Ray tore off the slip of paper onto which he had written down where he had been told the box of abandoned puppies had been left to freeze in the cold winter weather. The blond handed the slip of paper to his trusted and loyal tradesman and closest friend, Brad, for the address of the abandoned puppies.
Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Box of abandoned puppies just around the corner.
As soon as Brad took the slip of paper from his employer and closest friend, the dark-haired man made his own comment about the abandoned puppies he had been sent to find.
Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: Abandoned no more.
As Brad headed out the tradesman's door for employees only, the dark-haired man had initially failed to notice someone else at the back entrance of 'Give a Dog Another Chance at a Home' dog shelter as he started to head out to find the 'abandoned' puppies. The person who had been on the other side of the back door at the tradesman's entrance of the dog shelter waiting for it to have opened turned out to have been Jermaine, Cruella DeVil's meek-ish Jamaican valet. He had been told by the devil woman, herself, to set Ray up to take the fall for all of the criminal activity which she had forced him to do.
Brad would have discovered Jermaine on the other side of the tradesman's entrance that was the back door to 'Give a Dog Another Chance at a Home' dog shelter. The dark-haired man would have also discovered the meek-ish Jamaican at his workplace's back door very easily, too, because of just how injured Jermaine even was as he tried his hardest to pull off the frame-job assignment from his mistress that even someone as meek as him knew was very wrong. Brad only had the abandoned puppies he had been assigned to rescue from the cold winter weather on his mind by then, however, and Jermaine feared what Miss DeVil would have done to him had he refused to do anything she had told him to do.
As soon as Brad made his way in the direction of the bridge Ray had told him to head for the box of the 'abandoned' puppies he had been told about by a mysterious caller over the phone, which was in the opposite direction from where Jermaine had positioned himself in front of the tradesman's entrance at the back door of the dog shelter fortunately for the devil woman's Jamaican valet, he had made the effort to close the door. But Jermaine had been told by Cruella, herself, to let nothing stand in his way of making a fall guy out of Ray. Knowing full well about his injury in his free hand and the fact that his good hand held the burlap sack full of the dalmatian pups he was to frame Ray with having dognapped, Jermaine suddenly realized that he had initially needed to improvise on his mistress's orders.
So, the wounded, meek-ish Jamaican opened the door_ with his nose, that was. Much to his surprise, Jermaine had actually been successful in opening the door with his nose. The only true problem he had with having successfully opened the tradesman's entrance that was the back door with his nose was how Cruella's Jamaican valet was going to close it. Unfortunately for Jermaine, he had to rely on his injured free hand to close the back entrance to the dog shelter. Needless to say, his hand hurt worse than the bad place thereafter. The poor Jamaican's knuckles even cracked quite a bit after having the door closed on them.
