The Dalmatians realized Da Vinci was gone the very next morning.
Doug was up and about, pacing back and forth "Oh dog, oh dog, oh dog, where is she? She didn't come back at all!"
Dizzy: "Someone kidnapped her!"
Dolly: "Now now, we don't know that for sure. Let's all keep it calm."
Dawkins: "Are you kidding me Dolly?! Look at DJ!" he pointed to DJ.
DJ was shaking in fear, but managed to relax a little. "Well...she could've just stayed at the museum and forgot to return. Let's go check there."
Doug: "Right. The rest of you stay here just in case. Let's go find her, DJ."
Dolly, DJ and Doug ventured to the park, phones handy in case.
The three went to the museum. DJ suddenly looked to a corner, and there was Da Vinci.
She was in the corner of her personal art room, which all the competitors got, and she was covered lightly in new splotches of paint, sleeping and snoring softly with a half finished expertly painted picture on her easel with many canvases on the floor which were rejected. She had bags under her eyes from staying up all night.
DJ: "Sis! There you are." he ran up to her.
Da Vinci was woken up by his voice, and yawned, her eyes half open as she looked at him "Oh...hey DJ."
Doug breathed a sigh of relief.
DJ: "Have you been here all night?" he asked. "We were so worried about you."
Da Vinci: "Oh.....” she yawned again. “Yeah.....sorry. I was just having trouble figuring out what to paint, I...lost track of time." she almost fell forward, drifting to sleep, but she woke herself up.
DJ: "Come on, take a rest." he held her in his arms.
Doug: "DJ, I'm going to go see the activities. Since your electrical parade job isn't until a couple more days, why don't you take Da Vinci and stay with her in the hotel room for today?"
DJ: "That's fine."
Da Vinci: "N-No no i'm ok....i'm....ok...." she yawned again, laying her head on DJ's shoulder.
DJ: "We insist." he carried her back to the hotel, waving goodbye to Doug.
Da Vinci was fully asleep, finally.
Dolly: "Aww, poor Da Vinci. She got all tuckered out working all night."
Dawkins: "It is the delight but sorrow of being an artistic genius. Workful nights."
Dylan: "So...where would you like to go today, Dolly?" he asked.
Dolly: "I know...the arcade!"
"You got it." We cut to them inside the arcade, which was housed inside the building where you walk to ride Space Mountain.
Dolly: "Brooooooo. It's so magical here!"
Dylan: "It is pretty fun." he was jumping over rolling barrels and smashing them with a mallet in Donkey Kong.
Dolly was about to go to the game next to Dylan, when she looked past him, gasping "Bro.....it's Dance Dance Revolution! Come on, Dyl! You and I will totally kill it!"
Dylan: "Alright!" he chuckled. He stood next to her on the dance floor. "What song do you wanna dance to?"
Dolly: "Uh, Shake Your Groove Thing. Obviously."
The song started and Dylan was following the beats, glowing each time he stepped on them.
Dolly did the same thing in perfect unison as the song played "Woo hoo! Nothing can stop the duo of Dyl and Dol!"
Dylan chuckled at that comment as he kept his focus on the tiles. As the song continued, he began to break sweat.
Dolly did too, but the adrenaline and fun she was having made her want to go even harder, and when the beat started getting even more awesome, she started breakdancing to the beat, using her hands to press the tiles.
Dylan couldn't do that, but the adrenaline did affect him too. He was even humming the song as it went on.
The two were so focused on the song that they didn't notice that a crowd was surrounding them to watch them dance.
After 5 to 6 minutes, the song came to an end.
The game screen gave a colorful "You win! Perfect" to them as the crowd around them cheered.
Dolly turned around "Thank you! We're Dylan and Dolly!" she held up her brother's hand.
Dylan blushed from the sudden attention, but complied and waved said hand.
"Thank you very much! We're here 'til Wednesday!"
Dolly: "Come on, bro! Let's go play more games together!" She gave him a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Next, they played Star Wars themed Pinball.
Dolly: "Come on, bro! Come on! Get that high score! Get it! Get it!"
Dylan hit the silver ball with the paddle and.....missed. "Awwwww, oh well. I'm not really a 'Pinball Wizard'."
Dolly: "Ugh. First off, no to that pun. Second, dang. Well, let's try another---" from behind, she heard a wolf whistle from behind, seeing an anthro german shepherd leaning against the wall, looking at her
Creep: "Hey sweetheart. How're you?"
Dylan: "Um…can we help you?"
Creep: "Just a guy lookin' for some tail."
Dolly: "And....you're doing that in Disneyland?"
Creep: "You wouldn't believe the different types of ass and pussy they got here." He smirked. “Especially yours.”
Dolly blushed with sheer embarrassment, looking away.
Dylan: "Hey man, I don't mean to be rude, but she's not interested." he said sternly.
Creep: "Oh and who're you, her little boyfriend or something, asshole?"
Dylan: "I'm her brother, thank you!"
Creep: "Back off, jack off. I'm just trying to shoot my shot."
Dylan: "You have 5 seconds to leave before I contact security."
Creep: "Ooooh noo, he's gonna call security." He said sarcastically, then pushed Dylan "Stand up for your sister like a real dog, mutt!"
Dylan had had it. "Stand back, Dolly." he warned her as he jumped on the creep and bit him in the arm. “RAWR!”
Creep: "AAAH!" He lifted his arm up, and tried shaking Dylan off "Get offa me!"
Dolly gasped. "Dylan!"
Dylan stopped biting and held the creep down as hard as he could. "SECURITY!" he shouted.
Creep: Just as a couple of guards were running over, the german shepherd punched Dylan right in the nose, punching him off.
Dylan: "OW!" He held his nose in pain. "Guards, this creep was trying to sexually assault my sister!" he said firmly.
Security: "You again?! Alright, you asshole, you're banned permanently!"
Creep: "Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" He was dragged away.
Dolly ran to Dylan, kneeling down to help him sit up. "Dylan, oh my dog, are you ok?!"
Dylan: "Aside from my nose, I'm fine as long as you're safe." he smiled weekly, rubbing his nose, which had a bruise.
Dolly started tearing up. "This vacation isn't turning out as good as I thought...this is all my fault."
Dylan: "No no no no, Dolly. None of us knew that would happen. They got him now, so we're all good." he wiped some tears off her cheek.
Dolly: "Sorry..." she wiped tears off her other cheek. "I'm just.....I'm just stressed. I want all our siblings here to have a great time here...and I guess after Da Vinci, I was....holding in my stress."
Dylan realized something. "Hold on." Dylan grabbed Dolly's arm gently as they walked up to a guard after finishing his report on the culprit. "Excuse me sir. Do you know that guy?"
Security: "Oh yeah, he's been coming in here a lot. Everytime we catch him flirting with a woman, it's almost always an animal. Then when he gets picked up, he's always picked up by some creepy old woman. Boy is she strange, dressed in black and white fur and spraying this nasty green perfume…."
This made Dylan gasp. "Wait! Did this woman have big messy hair? Half black and half white?"
Security: "Yeah, and pretty damn scary beyond all limits."
Dolly: "A-and....wearing a big fur coat with---"
Security: "Dalmatian colored polka dots? Yep."
The two looked at each other in horror. "Cruella!" they said simultaneously.
Dylan: "Sir, assemble your troupes, find where she is, and make sure she doesn’t come anywhere near the parks, while we continue to enjoy the Happiest Place on Earth without any further worries! That's an order! I know it's not my order to give, but still!" he spoke sternly.
Security: "Oh you mean Miss De Vil? trust me, pal. She's not getting in here anytime soon. You just go about your day."
Dolly: "You don't understand!!! She's a cruel killer, and a bunch of our younger siblings are by themselves right now!"
The guard held his hands up. "Trust me. We all know about what happened over there with the family that had 101 Dalmatians. We got word from your famous siblings, the Triple D, that you were coming. Rest assured, that woman and her friend cannot get inside this park or anywhere back to your home in Camden anymore. We'll handle it." He tipped his hat.
Dylan: "Thank you, sir." he said in relief.
Dolly took a deep breath "Ok.....thank you.....come on, Dylan. We should go check on DJ and Da Vinci. They're the only ones by themselves right now."
Dylan: "I'm right behind you."
Meanwhile, back with DJ and Da Vinci in the hotel room.
Da Vinci was asleep on her and DJ's bed, still feeling really tired after the all-nighter, her head on his lap.
Dylan peeked his head through the door. "Look at them, Dolly." Dylan whispered.
Dolly nodded, in relief. "Alright....maybe we should stay here with them. Mum and dad are watching everyone else, and they're with a bunch of guards."
Dylan: "I have a feeling this mess will all be over tomorrow. How about you?"
Dolly: "I hope so. Come on." she walked in. "Hey DJ. Is Da Vinci feeling any better?"
Da Vinci still had her head resting on his lap, or more accurately, on his thigh, the bags under her eyes still visible.
DJ: "I think so. Say, let's have a truly fun day at the parks tomorrow together, 'cause you two look like you've been through some trouble."
Dolly looked at Dylan, mentally asking him. "Do we tell him? I don't wanna freak him out."
Dylan: "Let's drop it for now.”
Dolly nodded. "I second that.” she looked at DJ. “I know you have your parade thing coming up in a couple of days, but I know you'll ace it. So, focus on keeping Da Vinci calm and happy. You two are pretty attached to the hip at this point."
DJ looked at the sky. It was beginning to sunset. "Hey, let's all head to the pool. Dinner too."
Dolly: "Is Da Vinci able to get up and do all that?"
"Let's see...." he then spoke as soft and gently as possible. "Da Vinci, how do you feel?"
Da Vinci opened her eyes halfway, and sat up, yawning, and rubbed them, the bags under her eyes less visible. "Yeah, I’m ok.....I need a break from my painting anyway. I'll finish that painting for the competition tomorrow."
DJ: "Good, because we're gonna head to the pool and get some dinner. You're gonna need it in your body for tomorrow."
Da Vinci: "Yeah. Just let me grab my swimsuit. It's this cool rainbow pastel colored 2 piece." she went to her bag, grabbing it.
The four went around the hotel to gather the others until all 13 Dalmatians were together.
Doug: "Feeling better, Da Vinci?"
Da Vinci: "Yeah. Thanks to DJ, here. The best brother in the whole world. Besides the rest of you, of course."
Dawkins: "No no, it's quite alright, dear artistic sister. You two are the artists of the family. It's actually quite adorable you two are so attached to the hip."
Dylan, Dolly, Delilah, and Doug watched as the younger ones played in the big pool, splashing each other and playing games. Dylan stuck his toes in the hot tub. He winced from how hot it was, but sure enough, he soothed in relaxation.
Dolly: "So.....mom. Dad. There's....something we need to tell you. Something the others....shouldn't really hear." She sat in the hot tub.
Doug sat down next to Delilah and Dolly in the hot tub "What's wrong, love?"
Dolly whispered "Some creep tried to....sexually assault me at the arcade....and security said that he's associated with....Cruella."
Doug and Delilah's pupils shrunk in horror.
Delilah: "No no no no no! Why won't she leave us alone?!" she was panting and tears immediately rolled down her cheeks.
Dylan: "Mom, it's okay, it's okay. We talked to one of the guards and told him to gather his troops and search for them. I made sure to tell him to keep her out of the parks, so we can enjoy ourselves.
Doug held Delilah's hands "Dear, dear, dear...it's ok. Our little man has handled it all. This shows that he's perfectly mature for this situation. Dolly too. Now, please, dear. It's going to be alright."
Dylan decided to give Doug a big hug for more assurance.
Doug put an arm around all three family members, two around his kids, and one around Delilah "it's going to be quite alright. Let's not focus on that now. Right now, we need to focus on all the little ones’ activities we'll be seeing over the rest of the trip."
A waitress suddenly walked by. "Would you like anything to drink?"
Dylan: "How about a.....Dr. Pepper, no ice please." he said followed by Delilah. "White wine for me please."
Doug: "Same. White wine."
Dolly: "Same as my bro here."
After they got the drinks in their fancy glasses, Delilah held hers up. "A toast! To the One Hundred and One Dalmatians!"
Doug: "Hear hear!"
Dolly: "Right!" They clinked their glasses together.
The next morning, after another run to the breakfast, it was the day of Dawkins and Triple D's plan to enter Diesel into the beauty contest.
They made it backstage.
Delilah kissed Diesel’s cheek.
DJ: "Go out there and kick some butt! Not literally." DJ said, chuckling.
Diesel looked out at the crowd, and was feeling nervous "but....what if they laugh me off the stage, mummy?" he looked up at Delilah.
Delilah: "Just do your best." she faced him eye-level.
Diesel looked down, took a breath, then looked back at her, nodding with determination in his eyes.
Dawkins: "Ha ha! That's my little brother!"
The host called out his name.
Diesel shook his hands to get the last bit of tension out, and he walked through the curtains, and out onto the stage.
Dolly was feeling rather intense. "As soon as I hear laughing, I'm going out there to bust heads." she cracked her knuckles.
Seconds later, the audience awed. "Ohohoho look at him!" a middle aged woman said. "I wanna pinch his cheeks!" a girl in her 20s said, trying to reach for him.
When he heard the crowd starting to love him, he decided to do what the Triple D do, and started doing a bit of a catwalk and poses, although in his normal lovable doofus style.
Dawkins: He chuckled "A little funny....but that's definitely my brother."
Several teenagers, both boys and girls, rounded together and started crying comedically because of how adorable he was.
Dolly: "Well....they're laughing at his adorableness.....so they get to live." she made an "i'm looking at you" gesture to them.
The judge ran onstage, laughing "Well, it's no contest here, folks! The winner of the beauty competition is Diesel Dalmatian, and the ones who entered him in this competition, the famed Triple D! Get on out here!"
Dylan: "Go on, girls!" he cheered and clapped.
Dawkins: "Yes, you three. Get out there and face the crowd." he chuckled.
Triple D: "Hello, audience!" the three said and waved.
The crowd cheered for them.
Judge: "Girls, for your amazing effort to put your brother here, we'd like to offer you these!" He held up four tickets. "Four tickets to the Camden beauty catwalk!"
Dallas: "Oh my dog, yay!" she squealed.
Diesel: "Yaaaay. Who're you gonna take as your fourth, Destiny?" he said as his eyes crossed again.
Destiny: "You already know the answer." she smiled at Diesel.
Diesel was silent for a little bit. ".....mummy?"
Delilah: "It's up to you, sweetie."
Diesel: ".....oh! me! you wanna take me!"
DJ: "Wow.....I'm kind of lost for words."
Da Vinci: "At what, bro?"
DJ: "Diesel, our little dirt digging pup, has just been accepted for a beauty catwalk."
Da Vinci: "Oh....yeah, actually, that's true. That's almost the same as someone like Dante being a fortune teller."
Dawkins: "Don't let him hear you say that, or else we'll never hear the end of it."
Dylan agreed. "Oh my god, don't tell him!"
Diesel: "Well....I'd love to come, Triple D! It'd be totally something I'd dig!" he grinned.
Later, the family went to New Orleans Square.
Dylan: "Hey guys, I heard that the Haunted Mansion is amazing. Wanna try it out?"
Dawkins: "Uh...no I think I'll pass."
Delilah: "You sure?"
Dawkins: "I'm....not much of a fan of anything haunted after....the Dimitri triplets tricked me into watching that scary Evil Dead movie."
Delilah: "Ohhhhhh right, hehehe. Wait outside the gate for us." she said as they went through.
Dawkins stood outside the gate, crossing his arms, leaning against the wall. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Dawkins. You're a dog of science and learning. You're not afraid of a fun little fake haunted house.....no, you're just...afraid of other things." he said to himself, shivering. he then sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." he followed.
Surprisingly, they were the only ones in the Mansion. The foyer was dimly lit and a cool breeze was felt. Eventually, they heard the distinct Ghost Host's voice speak.
Dawkins yelped from the sudden loud voice.
Da Vinci: "You...sure you can handle this?"
Dawkins: "Y-Yes...it's not real. I'm a dog of science and understanding, after all." he said in a nervous bravado.
The ghost host introduced himself before opening the door to the iconic stretching portrait room.
Dawkins’s heart was starting to pound, and he thought to himself "Come on, Dawkins. Get a dogdamn grip on yourself. You're a 12 year old inventive genius, and you can't even handle a cartoonishly scary haunted house ride?"
Eventually, the room flickered to black and thunder roared, revealing what looked to be a dry rotten corpse hung by a noose high from the ceiling. The whole family admittedly got chills, but they enjoyed it.
Dawkins’s entire body went from the usual white fur with black spots, or for some, black fur with white spots, to completely white with fear, staring at the hanging corpse.
DJ: "It's okay Dawkins." he wrapped his arms around him.
Dawkins: "R-Right....right..."
They walked through the hallway where the paintings changed when lightning lights them, and busts which always seem to be watching you.
Dawkins kept following, now directly behind Delilah.
They were seated in multiple doombuggies which slowly took them to the upstairs level. They came across a moving suit of armor, an endless hallway with a flickering candle holder floating in the middle, and most likely spirits banging on the doors trying to get out.
A lot of this was a little too much for Dawkins, so he ducked down inside his buggy, hiding, covering his ears.
Da Vinci: "Wow....I've never seen him so scared. I didn't think anything really bugged Dawkins."
Dylan: "You can blame the Dimitris for that." he whispered.
Da Vinci: "Well, I dunno about that entirely. They're just pranksters."
Dylan: "True."
After passing through Madam Leota, the ball room, attic, graveyard, and finally the famous Hitchhiking Ghosts, the ride was coming to an end.
Dawkins slowly came up from the floor of the buggy "I-Is it almost over?"
Dolly: "Isn't there some scary part right at the end?" she stupidly says out loud.
Dylan: "We're all good, buddy." he patted his shoulder. "You did it."
Dawkins: "Whew..." He stepped out from the buggy, but as he did, a light fixture hanging from the ceiling fell right in front of him, making a loud crash, shattering into a million sharp pieces and sparks. "Aaaaah!" He jumped back and went into Delilah's arms.
Delilah: "What?! What's wrong?!"
Dawkins buried his face into her chest, completely afraid, tearing up
Dolly: "A light fixture almost fell on him! That is not safe at all!"
Delilah: "Okay, let's leave before we get hurt." she and the rest sprinted out where the sun shone.
Just before she sprinted off too, Dolly looked down at the light fixture that fell "Uh....Dyl? You....might wanna come take a look at this."
Dylan looked down with her.
Dolly picked up a part of the rope the fixture was attached to, but instead of the rope looking like it snapped with age, it was a brand new rope that was....cut with a knife. It was a clean cut too. "I....don't think it was an accident." she looked up at the ceiling, but sees no one in the walkways above them.
Dylan: “You think it’s Cruella?”
Dolly: "I dunno. But I have a feeling this vacation isn't going to be as relaxing as we thought."
The two ran out to catch up with the others.
Dawkins was now crying softly in fear, still clinging to Delilah.
Doug was getting pissy with a staff member. "You oughta be ashamed of yourself! My son almost got flattened because of your unsafe ride!"
"Please good sir, we take extra care of our guests. We have no idea what caused that fall.'' The staff member pleased.
Doug: "Then explain to me why my son, who in our family is usually the most level headed, even at 12 years old, is currently clinging to his mother and sobbing!!" he pointed to them.
Dylan: "Dad please, It's not their fault!" he retorted.
Doug started calming down "Right....sorry.Bbeen a weird couple of days." he turned around. "Delilah? Is Dawkins ok?"
Dawkins continued sobbing softly, still clinging to his mother.
Delilah: “Shh shh shh shh, I’m here, sweetie.” she soothed.
Dylan: "Don't worry, sir. We think we know who's behind this."
Doug: "Wait....you mean some----" he gasped.
Dawkins looked up "W-Wait, what is father s-s-saying? Is someone trying to k-kill us?"
Dylan sweated in fear. "We'll tell you later." he assured Dawkins.
Dawkins: "O-Ok.....sorry, I don't seem like myself right now....you can put me down now, mum."
She set him down. "Would you like a churro?"
Dawkins: "I'd....actually like that." he sniffled.
Several others got a treat too and sat down.
Dawkins was sitting in a chair, eating. "Mmm.....is this what i've been missing with sweet foods? How dumb have I been?" He kept eating.
DJ: "It's the least we can do." he giggled.
Da Vinci: "Yeah. Especially on this weird vacation we've all been on." She was eating a donut.
Later, the Dalmatians took many pictures with various Disney characters.
Da Vinci was about to get a picture with someone in a really funny Mushu costume, when she realized "Oh no! I gotta get back and keep working on my painting!"
DJ: "I'll follow you!" He ran behind her.
They ran to her art room.
Da Vinci: "Whew......you know, you didn't have to come with me, DJ. You can keep having fun." She slipped her shoes off and put them in the corner after making sure the door was closed so no other competitors could see her art.
DJ: "The music section's right next to this place."
Da vinci: "Oh. Well, still, thanks for coming with me." she rubbed her temple with her fingers. "Ugh, I just wish I could get over this headache from all the brainstorming.....I need something to relax."
DJ: “I know just what you need.” he pointed to her bare feet.
Da Vinci looked at her feet. "Actually, yeah, that'd be perfect. Thanks, bro. you really know how to help a sister out."
DJ kneeled down and pressed his thumbs firmly against one foot at a time. He rubbed his thumbs around, putting good pressure on her tootsies.
Da Vinci sat against the wall when he did this, and she laid back into the wall, relaxing "Mmm.....man, those hands are really soft. Now I know why you're the best at record scratching."
DJ: "Oh thank you." he chuckled. He rubbed each of her toes next.
Da Vinci closed her eyes, relaxing "Aaaaah~"
5 minutes later, DJ stopped massaging. "How do you feel now?"
Da Vinci: "Better. A lot better. But...still sore. Is there anything else you can do to help?" she said with a slight tease, wiggling her toes "I mean, i still have a few days to finish the painting."
DJ blushed. “Hmhmhm, okay.” he held her foot and rubbed his nose against it, sniffing. Then he started licking her feet.
This made Da Vinci giggle.
5 more minutes pass.
DJ: “Better?”
Da Vinci relaxed, nodding "Much."
DJ: "Well, I'm wishing you good luck." he stood up.
Da Vinci: "Thanks bro." She gave him a hug. "You too with your parade."
Meanwhile, Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dolly, and Dylan were all heading back to the Haunted Mansion ride to investigate.
Dizzy: "Why are we going into this scary place again?"
Dylan: "Because there's no way a light fixture could fall like that, especially when we walked right under it."
Dizzy: "You....you think someone was trying to kill Dawkins?"
Dylan: "I think so, but I hope I'm wrong."
Dolly: "For now...stealth mode." she went down, and silently snuck over to the maintenance door to the upper walkway.
Dylan: "What do you see?" he whispered.
Dolly: "Well, we have a way upstairs. Come on, girls and Dyl."
Dizzy snuck over.
Dylan followed the other three upstairs, leading them to a maintenance room next to the ballroom.
Dolly: "Alright, guys. look around for anything suspicious."
Dylan looked in a corner to find a rope hung from the ceiling. Sure enough it was from the light fixture that shattered. It had the same clean cut. "Girls! Over here!" he whisper-yelled.
Dolly and the twins sneaked over "So...someone DID cut the rope to the light fixture, and it broke through the floor here....."
Dizzy: "What's that mean?"
Dolly: "Someone's trying to get to us....and they're still in the park."
Dylan: "We gotta tell an employee."
Dolly: "Right. Let's go." She turned around, but suddenly, a German Shepherd showed up. The creep from yesterday was behind them and he slapped Dolly hard to the ground.
Dylan gasped. "You again?!" he growled.
German Shepherd: He held up a knife "Yeah, mate. It's me again. Now all of you are quiet or else I'm gonna have to start cutting!"
Dolly had a handprint on her face as she sat up "You work for her, don't you, you psychopath?"
Dizzy and Dee Dee were hiding behind Dylan, afraid.
Dylan: "Get behind me, girls." he looked at the creep. "I'll gut you if you lay a single claw on her!"
The German Shepherd laughed. "Right, with what? Your hands? Please, mate. You're the one who should be afraid to get gutted. And if you wanna keep yerselves alive just long enough, you're gonna call your family here."
Dolly: "Never!"
As quick as he could, Dylan snatched the knife from the creep and pointed it at him. "I mean it."
German Shepherd: "...well I'll give you that. You're quick." Suddenly, he delivered a swift headbutt to Dylan's nose.
"AHHH!" he winced, holding his nose, which started to bleed. He was nearly ready to cry from the throbbing pain, but before he could, he gave the creep a pissed look with fire in his eyes. Dylan did not hesitate to stab the creep right in the neck.
The German Shepherd chuckled as he gripped onto Dylan's wrist tightly, stopping the knife "Mate, you gotta learn two things. One: I’m an expert hired assassin." he gave a crushing grip to Dylan's wrist making him drop the knife.
Dylan started tearing up.
The German Shepherd grabbed the knife "And two....it takes a lot to sneak up on me!" He raised the knife up.
Diesel came running from the stairs, and jumped onto the creep’s back, biting him hard on the ear, growling.
German Shepherd: "Aaaaaaah!" He tossed Dylan away, and started struggling to grab Diesel off of him "Get offa me!"
Dolly: "Diesel?! Get away from him!"
As the shepherd struggled, Dylan got his chance, and stabbed his spine.
German Shepherd: "Aaaaaaah!" he recoiled in pain, but was still standing, throwing Diesel into Dylan, sending them both against the wall.
Dee Dee: "Diesel! How did you know where to find us?"
Diesel held his head, which was slightly bleeding from the impact "I smelled you were in trouble."
The German Shepherd was near the edge of the walkway, and he pulled the knife out of his spine "Agh! grrrrr......heh heh....oh that was a good one, you little shit....I'm gonna skin ya and turn you into a throw pillow!"
Dylan: "Are the others okay?" he asked Diesel.
Diesel: "I dunno, Dylan. I came as quickly as I could. I only know that Da Vinci's about to enter her painting in the competition."
German Shepherd: He chuckled evilly, but weakly as the spine stab wound was taking its toll "Oh.....oh, she.....she's more fucked then all of you right now."
Suddenly an employee came behind the shepherd and cuffed him up. "Stay where you are!"
The German Shepherd chuckled evilly again. "Better get moving...or else your sister is going to be "on fire."
Dolly: "Oh no.....the art studio!"
Dylan: "Da Vinci!!" he carried the still bleeding Diesel in his arms before they all ran out.
As they were running to the art studio, as soon as it was in view, the right side of the building suddenly went up in flames.
Dolly: "Da Vinci!"
Dylan ran inside and found Da Vinci, her legs stuck between heavy beams of painted wood. "Da Vinci!"
Da Vinci was struggling and crying. "I-I think my leg is broken! Dylan, help me, I don't wanna die!"
Dylan: "I got you!" He pulled with all his might and freed her. Before they made it out, a fire engine was right outside. They were lucky they were not in the middle of the flames, so the smoke wasn't as strong.
But the support structure above them was weak from the fire, and it started crumbling down, the destruction right behind them."
Da Vinci: "Dylaaaaaan!"
Dylan: "I'm right here!" He hugged her tight.
Da Vinci was bawling into his shirt as the rest of the family came running over.
Doug gasped at the 4 injured pups. "My babies!" He hugged Dolly, who was holding Diesel, Dylan, and Da Vinci, carefully. "What monster would do this to my babies?!"
Dylan: "It…..It had to have been Cruella."
This made Doug growl.
The German Shepherd was being driven in a security guard's car, and it was slowly passing by them to drive out of the park. "Oh yeah, it was...and let me tell you, Dalmatian family....you can prepare all you want. She'll be leaving you alone for now. This was all just to show you she's back...and she ain't stoppin' till all of you are dead." he laughed evilly as the car drove off.
???: "First thing's first, we gotta get you guys fixed up." A voice said from behind. They all turned, seeing none other than the big cheese himself: Mickey Mouse.
Dolly gasped, eyes sparkling "Bow wacka wow! It's him!"
Diesel was holding his slightly bleeding head "....who's he?"
Da Vinci looked up, only now slightly sniffling and crying.
Behind Mickey was his wife Minnie who opened the back doors of an ambulance. "Hop in." she gestured.
Doug nodded "Dolly, Dylan. You two take Da Vinci and Diesel and go."
Da Vinci: "W-Wait....I d-d-don't wanna go anywhere without D-DJ...."
DJ suddenly ran up next to her. “Say no more!”
Da Vinci was whimpering in pain, but she smiled a little at the sight of him.
Dolly: "Come on." she sat in the ambulance, setting Diesel on her lap.
The five kids were taken to a medical center in California Adventure, the park right next door to Disneyland.
Dolly was getting a bit of peroxide dabbed on her cheek from the creep’s slap. "O-Ouch..."
Diesel was getting a couple small stitches in his head, but he was a little too out of it with his goofy self to notice "Why am I feeling wet on my head?"
Da Vinci was laying on a medical bed, crying, waiting for her doctor to come in and help.
DJ: "What horrid BEAST could do this to you?!"
Da Vinci sniffled "I-I....I don't know.....I just hope I don't lose my leg..." she looked at her leg, and whilst on the outside, it was mainly burn wounds, her leg was definitely broken. "I-It was horrible....I-I saw the whole wall starting to smoke....then I tried to l-l-leave...but the door was locked....a-and then it fell on my leg....and...a-and and....."
One hour later, Da Vinci was in a cast and wheelchair alongside Diesel who was also in a wheelchair just in case he couldn't walk properly due to his head injury.
Da Vinci: ".....now I know how Delgado feels."
Dolly: "When we get back home, he'll help show you how to get around until your leg gets better." she knelt down to DJ, with a bandage on her cheek. "DJ, until her leg is all healed, I want you to look after her. At least, look after her more than you already do. She could be in a depressing state for a while."
"You do NOT have to tell me twice!" DJ saluted before gently wheeling Da Vinci out of the room followed by the others. They noticed Dylan sitting on a bench in the hallway, hands over his face.
Dolly: "....Dyl?"
Doug: "I'll handle this, Dolly. You just follow your mother and the others back to the airport. There's a bus that'll take you there. We'll catch up." Dolly nodded, wheeling Diesel out.
Doug walked over to Dylan, and sat down next to him. "Son....what's wrong?"
Dylan: "I don't understand! Why are Cruella and her goons after us? Why does she love to skin us alive and wear us for fashion?! I don't get it!!!" he sighed.
Doug: “I don’t know. Nor does your mother.” he said sadly to his eldest son. “But we are so proud of you. You rescued your siblings from harm's way, just like when you saved us all from that monstrous machine she had.
Dylan nodded, but the mention of that night made him shed tears. “If….if Dolly and I hadn’t reached them in time….their blood would’ve been everywhere…..poor Dorothy’s blood would’ve…..” he began to take stiffened breaths as his tears rolled down his cheeks. “Daddy....." Dylan started sobbing his eyes out like a little pup.
Doug: "Aww, my sweet little man...." He gave Dylan a big hug and rubbed his back.
Dylan hugged him back, crying harder than he ever did before, his face against his dad’s chest. It took him a couple minutes to calm down.
Doug rubbed his back, and rubbed his head gently "We're going to be alright, Dylan.....when we go home, we say nothing to the rest of the family. We're going to get through this.....but we're going to need YOU."
Dylan: “You have my word..." he said, sniffling and breathing normally. He looked up at Doug. A little snot was dripping from his nose, tear marks were all over his cheeks, and his eyes were moist and a bit bloodshot from all the crying."
Doug wiped his eyes, and pulled out a tissue to wipe his nose off "There there, Dylan....you did a very good thing, saving your brothers and sisters from harm. You have nothing to feel bad about. Now....let's get to the airport, get back to Camden Town, and spend the next couple days as a family....together." he gave a warm smile "How's that sound?"
Dylan nodded. "Um...can you carry me?" he asked meekly. He could walk himself, but the love his father was giving him made him think otherwise.
Doug chuckled "Of course." he carried Dylan on his back, holding onto his legs "Come on, son. We better catch up or else the plane will leave without us." He laughed.
Dylan chuckled with a sad smile as he watched the areas and environments around him pass by.
Doug carried him to the bus, catching up with the family, and they end up driving to the airport.
Dizzy looked out the window "....not much of a fun vacation, eh?"
Diesel was still in the wheelchair "No. But at least we got tickets to a catwalk!....although, I don't really like cats."
Dawkins was feeling a bit tense "I'm just glad we're going back to Camden Town." he was by Delilah.
Dylan assured everyone. "Don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be better next time we visit."
Dawkins: "Oh I am never coming back here."
Da Vinci: "N-No way am I watching another Disney movie again."
Dizzy: "You can forget it!"
Diesel: "I'm sticking to digging at home only from now on."
As much as he understood, Dylan’s heart sank.
Dolly: "It’s ok, bro. Vacations are better spent with the whole family anyway. Let's just....not think about it for now. That guy did say that was just to let her know she was still around."
Dylan smiled at her, then looked out the window of the plane, watching the clouds pass by, in front of a beautiful sunset. 'Next time, we'll be ready.' he said in his head.
