Prologue: After Cruella De Vil's arrest, a double-decker bus was taking the Dalmatian family and a few of their friends from the docks and back home in Camden Town.
Dante, the gloomy goth pup, looked at us (the audience) watching them. "Previously on 101 Dalmatian Street..." he said dramatically. "My family and I have been dognapped by Hunter and his great aunt, Cruella De Vil!" He wiggled his fingers evilly as he said her name. "But thanks to my siblings, Dolly and Dylan, we now ride back home in victory from meeting a HORRIBLE fate! What happens now? Nobody knows!"
DJ, the music loving pup, poked his head up next to Dante, confused. "Dante, who're you talking to?"
Turns out, Dante was just looking through a window at the passing streets. "Uh.....nobody?"
DJ: "Okay then...." Later, the bus made its stop and Dylan stepped out first, counting all 97 pups who went back inside their home in a single file. "...Dinlo, Dakota, Delgado, Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dawkins, Desmond, Darcy, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3, Dara, Diana, Dominique, Duke, Denver, Dilma, Dante..." He sighed in relief. "I think that's everyone. Besides you, Dolly."
Dolly: "I know, bro."
Then Dylan, Dolly and their parents, Doug and Delilah, stepped through their door last, looking at the puppies all playing and having fun again.
Dylan: "I guess everything's back to nor-" Without warning, Doug and Delilah pulled him and Dolly in for a massive bear hug.
Delilah: "Oh Dolly and Dylan! Thank you, thank you so much! YOU SAVED US ALL!!!" She cried tears in joy, planting kisses on both the eldest children.
Doug was crying harder. "You guys were so brave! You're HEROES!!!"
Dolly: "Awww come on, it was nothing really!" She laughed in joy.
They eventually broke from the hug, smiling at each other.
Dylan: "We were just doing our job." he said sweetly before looking back to their siblings. "I hope that Cruella doesn't come back."
Doug: "I hope so too, but at least Hunter won't hurt us."
Dolly: "Yeah...wait, how is Cruella still alive?!"
Delilah rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know. I guess it's that green stuff she sprays on herself and it stops her from aging."
Dylan: "So she was cheating death to get her revenge on us?!"
Doug: "I think so, but enough about that. Let's just enjoy the day."
Delilah: "It's our day off too. How about a game of Poodlewolf? Can you show me how to play it, Dylan?" She smiled at her son.
Dylan gasped and his eyes sparkled. "YES!!!" He jumped in joy.
Delilah looked at Dolly. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Dolly wasn't really big on Poodlewolf like Dylan was. She just rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh okay."
Doug: "That's my girl!" He ruffled her head and the four headed upstairs elsewhere.
Dante looked at the four going up together before they were out of sight. He then looked back at us. "And so, like a cartoon rising back from the dead after being neglected by the greater public, our story continues!" he said dramatically again, pushing his face closer to us.
Two weeks later....
It was a rather quiet Saturday morning at 101 Dalmatian Street in Camden Town, London. After breakfast, each of the pups did their own thing. Dorothy was playing with a couple new chew toys she got for her 1st birthday recently, Deepak was meditating with candles illuminating around him, Diesel was digging underground, looking for places to explore, and the Triple D were giving each other a makeover. Dylan and Dolly, the oldest siblings, were inside Dylan's treehouse. Dylan was looking around town with his telescope.
Dolly was balancing on her skateboard. "Man, things have been getting crazy in the house lately."
Dylan: "Tell me about it, Dolly." he said, putting his eye out of the telescope. "I mean, the Triple D are acting snobbier than usual, the Dimitris are pulling more pranks, Diesel's digging like crazy, Da Vinci's spending all her time painting like, a hundred paintings, and mom and dad seem to be.....not grumpy, but....tired."
Dolly did a kickflip, standing on the end of her board as the other end was balancing on the floor. "Yeah, I agree." She stood on the floor, holding her board. "We better do something before mom and dad have heart attacks."
Dylan walked closer to Dolly. "We're 17, Dolly. I mean, we're practically the second pair of adults in this family, and we've done so much for the family. But we gotta do MORE, especially with some of our siblings that are not that much younger than us. They're acting like....well, teens, even the Triple D, and they're only 7. Let's go find mom and dad."
Dolly: "You got it, Dyl!" They walked around the house searching for their parents.
Doug was in the kitchen with his wife, looking very tired with bags under his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Gosh...these long shifts are becoming a handful....." It was both their only day off from work, and they needed to relax.
Delilah: "I agree. I mean I'm proud to be a nurse dog, but I'm shocked we've lasted this long without any stress." She patted Doug on the shoulder as they decided to walk out and took a seat on the couch in the living room to rest. No puppies were playing in there currently.
Doug: "Not to mention, some of our kids, like the Dimitris, are taking a toll on us. Gosh, I remember when we were that rebellious and rambunctious.....now it's coming back to bite us in the ass.....sometimes literally."
Delilah sighed. "You know something, I think my great great grandparents had it easier. Not that I don't love our kids dear to my heart, don't get the wrong idea." she said before two of their children walked into the room.
Dolly: "Hey mom. Hey dad. Are you two doing ok?"
Dylan looked very worried with the parents' faces. "Work got the better of you, I'm guessing." he said sympathetically.
Delilah: "Oh sweeties, you have no idea." She held her forehead, groaning in pain with a headache, causing Dylan and Dolly to whimper a little for them.
Dylan: "Anything we can do for you guys? Anything at all? We're here to help." He wrapped his arm around Dolly.
Dolly: "Heck yeah!" She also put an arm around him.
Doug: "Well...in all honesty, we're not fully equipped to handle any of the kids that are older than 10, since they're acting like....well---"
Dolly: "Rebellious teens?"
Doug: "Yeah, that. So, if you could handle taking care of the preteens and teens, we'll handle caring for all the little pups. Just...watch out for both sets of triplets. They're all really acting out lately." he said, referring to the Dimitris and Triple D.
Dylan: "You got it." He gave them a thumbs-up.
Dolly: "Don't worry, dad. We'll handle all those sibs out there!" she said with a smile.
Dylan: "Like we always do. So for the meantime, would you two like...." He pondered a little. "Oh, how about a good old fashioned massage?" he asked, flexing his fingers.
Doug: "Ohhhh, that would be great."
Delilah: "Yes please, sweetie. I really need one." She rested her feet on a cushion. "Can you give me a FOOT massage, Dylan?"
Dylan: "One foot massage coming up." He sat in front of her and carefully slipped off her work flats, revealing a pair of big, long bare feet. He had to admit, they looked so gorgeous, with meaty arches and balls, smooth plump toes, and fabulous pedicured toenails. The mild smell didn't bother him thankfully.
With that, he pressed his thumbs firmly against her soles. "Ooooohhhhhh...Mmmmmmmm..." she moaned in relief.
Doug: "Can you do my shoulder blades?"
Dolly nodded, sitting behind her dad, then began pushing and pressuring his shoulders, making him moan in relief too.
Dylan: "Your feet look really pretty." He blushed as he said that.
Delilah: "Aw, thank you." She smiled.
Doug's shoulder blades started feeling better, so Dolly stopped. He looked at his wife's feet, then at Dolly. "Hehehe, remember when we used to have tickle fights?"
Dolly: "How could I forget? You were driving me CRAZY!”
Doug: ".......can I tickle your feet?" He gave her a please face.
Dolly: "Uhhhh......" She rubbed her foot against her ankle. "Oh okay---I need to air them out anyway." she said, knowing she would regret this. She laid down on the couch, on her stomach. Doug sat at her feet, and slipped off her athletic sneakers, revealing her bare feet. "Aaaah, thanks, dad." She flexed and spread her toes in freedom.
It didn't take long for Dolly's powerful foot smell to hit Dylan's nose. "PHOOEY!" He plugged his nose. "Ugh, Dolly!"
Dolly: "Come on, Dylan. I'm a skateboarder, of course I'm gonna have stinky feet."
Doug: "Kids, no fighting while we're all relaxing."
Dolly: "Sorry."
Dylan: "Sorry."
Doug gripped her ankles and started smelling her sweaty feet. They felt very warm against his nose. "Mmmm, no socks either, huh?" He smirked, shaking his head. "Naught naughty."
Dylan continued massaging his mom's feet, ignoring everything else. He made sure to get everywhere. Her heels, arches, balls, and toes.
Delilah: "Ohohohoooohhh son, you're spoiling me!" she said as her tail wagged. She never felt so good in a LONG time.
Dolly: "How do you think I feel, mom? I'm basically pinned over here." Doug wrapped his legs around Dolly's thighs and gripped her ankles with one hand to keep her from escaping, then he started to gently glide his index finger up and down her foot. She bolted up a bit and tried hard not to giggle, biting her lip, but that didn't last long. "Hmhmheheheheheheheheheh!" she began laughing her very distinctive, scratchy laugh.
Dylan stopped massaging to view the other two. "How can you stand that smell, dad?"
Doug stopped for a moment. "I dunno, I just really like it. You want a smell?" He smiled.
Dolly: "Ah, don't worry about him, dad. He knows if he wants a smell, he can come over here and have a sniff himself." She smirked before Doug resumed tickling.
Dylan glared at her. "You think I can’t handle it? Fine!" He marched forward and sniffed Dolly's foot. His cheeks puffed up as if he was gonna hurl, and he fanned his nose.
Dolly: "I know, right? Hehehe." She smiled slyly. Then she jolted up in shock. Doug picked up a long feather, and started gliding it between her toes, making them dance around. Dolly started to laugh louder than ever. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!" she squeaked. Suddenly, there was a low rumble coming from the floor, then out popped Diesel's head, breaking through a few floor boards.
Dylan: "Ah!! Diesel! You scared me. W-What's the problem?"
Diesel: "Where's mum and dad? There's lotsa fighting going on, and it's ruining my dig.'' He took a second to look where Doug and Delilah were. "Oh there you are. Hehe."
Dylan: "Ugh, again? One minute." He got up. "You two relax, we'll handle this." he said to his folks as he walked out alongside Dolly.
Dolly followed him, still in bare feet. "Yep."
Delilah: "Who's troubling you, Diesel?"
Diesel: "Uh....what was I saying?.....Oh yeah. The Triple D are hogging all the good snacks in the kitchen and Da Vinci and DJ are arguing with them." he said before going back in the hole, digging again. "Dig Dig Dig Dig Dig Dig Dig Dig…" he said as he dug, like usual.
Delilah giggled. "Oh Diesel…"
Dylan and Dolly walked up to the Triple D first.
Dylan: "Girls, girls! What's with this pantry raid?"
Destiny: "We're like just trying to enjoy our ice cream treats!" She was sitting on the counter, holding a box of sherbert mochi. They may be dogs, but kibble ain't the only food they can eat.
Dolly: "Well, share some with the others. It's hot in the house."
Deja Vu: "But they're OUR snacks! Mom and dad said so!"
Dolly: "There's one hundred and one of us, Deja Vu. We all need to share in order for us to not end up killing each other."
Dallas gasped. "We're gonna start killing each other?!"
Dylan: "No no no, no one's killing anyone. Just share and we'll all be happy." He looked at Da Vinci and DJ. "Are you two okay?"
Da Vinci was covered in small splotches of paint, crossing her arms "I guess. But still, it's not fair. DJ and I are simply melting."
Dylan: "That's why we're here, to keep everything in order."
Dolly: "Heck yeah. DJ, why don't you and Da Vinci get a couple of root beers?"
Dallas: "What?! Not our root bee---"
Dolly sharply looked back at Dallas, making her step back, hands up.
Dallas: "Ok, ok!"
The duo watched them, smiling.
Dylan: "Problem solved." He noticed Diesel poking his head from another hole in the floor. "So, Diesel, what are you digging for today?" He bent down a bit, eye level with his cute, dirty brother.
As the Triple D left, Diesel scratched his ears and then said "Treasure."
Dylan: "Ooooo, well good luck with that. Just don’t hit a water pipe again. You know what happened last time." He said to him before walking somewhere else.
Dolly: "Whew....that was tiring already...." She also walked off, as Diesel went back to digging, leaving us with DJ and Da Vinci.
Da Vinci grabbed a couple of root beers out of the fridge. "Are mum and dad right? Have we been getting too....annoying?"
DJ: "No, I don’t think so." He opened his bottle and took a sip.
Da Vinci: "Me neither. I mean, you're into music, I'm an artist. How can we be annoying?"
DJ: "I agree. And Deepak likes to find inner peace. Then again, Dante's always panicking about the end of the world, and don't even get me started on the Dimitris!"
Da Vinci: "Yeah...and the Triple Ds are....the Triple Ds. I guess I do make a lot of mess with my painting and that causes accidents.....maybe we should do something." She took a sip of her root beer.
DJ: "Wait a minute..." He gasped. "I just had a crazy idea. Hey Dawkins! Diesel!" he called.
Dawkins walked in, wearing a pair of welding goggles, using a mini torch on a small device. "Yes, brother of mine?" Diesel dug up from the floor again, shaking dirt off his head.
DJ: "Sorry to disturb you and your activities, but I need your help. You know the house isn't big enough for all of us without causing a ruckus, right? So we're gonna build more rooms UNDER the house. Already got my digger and architecture expert."
This really fascinated Dawkins: "Hmmm....I have always wanted to expand my mechanical prowess. But I am not working with...him." He looked at Diesel.
DJ: "I mean, you can take turns if you want."
Dawkins: "I am still not working alongside this moronic lamebrain. He has brains equal to the mud he digs."
Diesel: "Hey!"
DJ: "Woah, no need to be mean, Dawkins. Diesel, I know you can do it. Go down to the basement and do your stuff." he smiled at him.
Diesel saluted and went into the cupboard under the foyer stairs, leading to the basement where he began digging. Dawkins rolled his eyes, setting the things he was holding to the side, putting his goggles on his forehead "I don't see what this is trying to prove."
Dolly: "Ah, just give Diesel a chance." she said as she entered the scene.
DJ: "No one's better at this than him."
Dawkins: "Yes, I have heard countless times when he digs through my room and makes my experiments explode in my face."
DJ sighed. "Now's not the time for negativity."
The pups waited 10 minutes before Diesel stepped out the cupboard, dusting dirt off himself and saluted. "Finished!"
DJ picked up a flashlight from Dawkins before they went downstairs and peeked inside. The place was bigger than their living room. It looked very neat too. "Good job, Diesel! Ima give you a snack." DJ went to the kitchen and came back with a butter biscuit, which he tossed at Diesel.
Diesel: "Yaaaay!" He caught it in his mouth and happily munched it down.
Dawkins poked his head into the basement, looking around. "Hmm....I must say...it does look decently dug and modeled....it shouldn't take me anymore than a day to make us enough rooms." He crawled down, and you immediately heard mechanical sounds.
Da Vinci: "Well, that was....actually kind of easy."
DJ: "With a family of 99 pups plus 2 parents, things can work out if you put your mind to it. Like my special ear for music."
Da Vinci: "Heh. That's true. Come on, bro. Let's relax in our room. I need to get some more paintings made."
DJ: "I'll set up the canvas." He followed her.
Da Vinci and DJ went into their room, which wasn't divided down the middle, but you would think it was with one half full of music related items, and the other half with paintings, an easel, and papers scattered across the floor with paint drips on them.
DJ set the canvas up for Da Vinci before playing Antonio Vivaldi's "Spring" on his boombox to motivate her while she painted. Then he sat comfortably on his beanbag and watched his artist sister ready to go to work as the classical music set the mood.
Da Vinci walked up to a canvas, and looked down at the floor. "Hmm....don't wanna ruin these new shoes." She kicked off her shoes, and even her multi-colored socks, setting them to the side, then stepped onto a stool and started painting. She usually paints with her bare hands and feet, but occasionally, she paints with normal brushes, like she was doing here. She sat on her knees on the stool, so her feet were dangling off the edge of the stool as she was painting the middle of the painting, stretching her toes, humming to the music.
He watched her paint for a while before speaking. "Hey Da Vinci, try painting with your toes."
Da Vinci rolled her eyes. "Pfft. That's super easy!" She sat down on the stool, on her butt, put the paintbrush between her big and second toe on her right foot, and started using it to paint, just as expertly as her hands.
DJ chuckled. "No no no, I meant try painting using your actual toes."
Da Vinci turned back to him, smirking. "I thought you were gonna give me a hard one!" She put the brush down, dipped her 5 right toes in different colored paints, and again, started to expertly paint with them. She did the same with her left foot's toes.
DJ: "Wow....." He watched her with astonishment.
Da Vinci: "I told you, DJ. Never doubt the artist." She finished the painting, which was a painting of him and her listening to some music together using DJ's headphones. She started wiping the paint off her toes. "Easy."
DJ: "Woah...Da Vinci, that looks great! I'm going to frame this and hang it on the wall!"
Da Vinci: "Thanks, DJ." She walked over and gave him a friendly family kiss on the cheek. "You're a good brother."
DJ: "Aw, don't mention it." He wrapped an arm around her.
Da Vinci: "Hey, you wanna play your favorite game with me?"
DJ: "Ooooo okay!" He grinned as he got up, about to walk out the room.
Da Vinci: “Wupupupup! Before we do, I got something for you." She sat down on his bed against the wall and put her arms behind her head as she crossed her ankles, spreading her toes.
DJ blushed at the sight of them. He instantly knew what she was trying to do as he bent down towards said feet.
Da Vinci: "And don't worry about any small paint. The paint I use is made from organic materials. It's perfectly safe to eat."
DJ: "Hope it tastes good." He sat down and smelled her feet.
Da Vinci giggled as he smelled her feet, which was a combination of small stink, but with a wonderful aroma of flowers, most likely from the organic paint she was talking about.
DJ began to gently lick her feet.
Da Vinci giggled lightly. "Hey, t-that tickles, bro!"
DJ: "That's the point, Van Gogh."
Da Vinci: "Y-You jerk, I hate it when you call me thahahat!" she laughed cutely at his playful antics.
This went on for a minute or two before DJ stopped.
Da Vinci sat up, wiping her feet off. "Alright, DJ. I want revenge, gimme YOUR feet, now!"
DJ: ".....heh, fair enough." He went to sit on Da Vinci's bed, kicked his shoes off along with his socks and wiggled his feet.
Da Vinci sat in front of his feet and grabbed both of his ankles, lifting them up.
DJ gave his toes a little spread from the sudden cool air running through them. The second toe on his right foot had a little red toe ring.
Da Vinci took a curious sniff, then winced back "Ew....ugh, man....is that just boy smell or do you secretly do a lot of exercising? How can a DJ have such bad smelling feet?"
DJ: "Oh. S-Sorry if it bothers you. I should've warned you."
Da Vinci: "Don’t worry. I think I know how to make it better." She took a paintbrush, dipping it in orange paint.
DJ's pupils shrank. "Uh-oh..."
Da Vinci: "Oh don't be a baby." She turned him on his side, and started writing something on his soles with the brush.
DJ gasped and tried to hold in his giggles.
Da Vinci was writing in small letters on his soles, taking her time, humming the classical music still playing.
DJ covered his mouth, holding back more giggles.
Da Vinci: "Hold on. I'm almost done." She kept painting.
DJ couldn't take it and laughed. "Ehehehehahahaha!"
Soon, Da Vinci finished, letting his feet go. "Voila!"
DJ: "What did you paint?" He looked at the bottoms of his feet. One foot read "To the best brother" and the other foot read "in the whole world."
DJ: "Awww..." He gave her a brotherly hug.
Da Vinci giggled, hugging him back. "You're the best, DJ." She held up a brush after pulling out of the hug. "How about you write something cute on MY soles?" She smirked.
DJ: "Nah, that's okay. I'm not as artistic as you."
Da Vinci: "Heh heh. Don't worry, you'll get there. Now let's go play that game!"
DJ: "Yes!" And so, the two began playing some Guitar Hero on the living room TV. Lots of the younger pups were watching them from behind, cheering for them.
The next day, Dylan checked out the new area under the house after completion. "This is amazing!"
Dawkins was covered in oil spots and smoke, as he took his goggles off his eyes, his eyes and the small rings around them clean. "You are most welcome."
Diesel was also covered in dirt, shaking it off. "Teamwork!" He held up his hand.
Dawkins: "....." He chuckled a little. "Teamwork." They high fived.
The entire underground area that was dug by Diesel was now constructed into a bunch of different rooms. Some were for the whole family to play and hang out together, but the other smaller rooms were individual bedrooms, some for more than 1, but all were for less than 4 for less crowded spaces.
Dylan: "I gotta tell the others." He zoomed out, leaving a smoke clone in his place, which faded.
Dawkins: "So.....want to grab a soda?"
Diesel: "Yeah!" They went out of the new area.
They also built Dolly a small homemade skatepark in the backyard as all the other siblings were still doing their own thing inside the house. Dolly was happy to find somewhere to show off her moves other than the banister of the big staircase in the foyer.
Dylan stepped out of the new area from a small elevator right next to the cupboard under the stairs. He then gave out a loud whistle which quieted the whole crowd. "I have an announcement!"
Dolly heard from outside, skated off the new ramp, and flew through an open window, landing in a big houseplant pot. It didn't break, but Dolly was dirty from landing in the soil. "I'm ok!" She sat up in the pot.
Da Vinci: "What's all the haloopa about?"
Dylan: "Dawkins and Diesel built all of us a new area right underneath the house, where those who need to can relax and enjoy themselves." He opened the cupboard door. "Come check it out, but ONE at a time!"
Just as he said one at a time, the entire family, mainly all of the younger siblings, immediately ran him over, running downstairs to the new area.
Dylan lied down like a pancake with footprints all over him and let out a sigh. "They'll learn."
Dolly helped him stand up as Dawkins, Diesel, DJ, Da Vinci, and the Triple D all followed behind her to the underground area, and all the other kids were playing in different areas, all with a bunch of different activities and games strewn around the place.
There were even a few video game consoles, as well as a kitchen. Even an indoor pool and hot tub, just in case the outside weather is way too hot or cold, and they need to cool off or get warm. "How long did it take you guys?!" Dylan asked, dumbfounded.
Dawkins: "Less than a day. Just a couple flicks of the wrench wrist."
Diesel: "And lotsa teamwork....also, Dee Dee and Dizzy helped."
Dolly: "Ah right. Dylan, those two wanna thank you for helping out around here and they're up in their room. Go see what's up. We'll handle everything else here." She patted his shoulder.
Dylan: "Thank you, Dolly." He went upstairs from within the new area and spotted Dizzy and Dee Dee waiting for him. "Hey, girls. What's up?"
Dizzy and her twin Dee Dee were in their room with one bed, one sitting on it. Their room had all their usual stuff they had from the living room, including posters of Dolly.
Dizzy: "Oh hi, Dylan!" She jumped down from her bed, walking up to him. "We heard from mummy and daddy that you and Dolly are trying really hard to take care of us."
Dylan: "Why wouldn’t we? We love this family."
Dizzy: "Well...." She tapped her fingers together. "We just feel bad that we couldn't do something for mommy and daddy too, so....you think you can help us find something to give to them?"
Dee Dee ran over. "Yeah! Something amazing!"
Dylan: "Hmmm...well, they can surely use a vacation."
Dizzy and Dee Dee gasped. "YEAH!!!"
Dizzy: "Oh, oh, can we go to Disneyland?! We hear that place is loads of fun!"
Dylan: "I don’t know, that's more of a vacation for us, not them."
Dizzy and Dee Dee: "Awwwww." They gave him sad puppy eyes. "Pretty please?" they said in unison.
Dylan looked at those infamous puppy eyes, which were just impossible to resist. "Well, I guess I can ask them." he chuckled.
