Title Card: The sky is at dusk. Dolly and Dylan are in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle, looking at each other with worried looks on their faces. Right behind the two is a creepy looking German Shepherd, a clawed hand out, looking like he was going to maul them. The title is in the classic Disneyland medieval font, colored hot pink, except for the question mark and exclamation point, which are blood red. The music takes the form of a gentle and eyrie choir, similar to those in a Tim Burton movie.
After a couple of days of the family getting used to all of the new rooms, comfier living areas with more space than before with only one roommate instead of multiple, as well as the older kids telling their parents about the Disneyland trip to ease their tension, they got their great friend from the streets, Fergus the fox, to watch over the other kids. Delilah, Doug, Dolly, Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dylan, Diesel, Dawkins, DJ, Da Vinci, and the Triple D were all outside the house, preparing to board the bus that would drive them to the airport, so they can catch the plane to Disneyland. Thanks to the Triple D being famous TV commercial and YouTube stars, the Dalmatians were able to make enough money for a small portion of the family to go. And that’s saying something, since things are A LOT cheaper for animals than they are for us humans.
As they passed through the airport, Dylan looked concerned. "Mom, are you and dad okay?"
Delilah: "Of coarse we are, sweetie." she smiled. "A vacation to relax and relieve our stress if perfectly fine with my pups involved. Doesn't ALWAYS have to be just the two of us."
Dylan: "Whew, good." They eventually boarded the plane and took their second class seats.
Doug sat down with his wife, holding her hand as the plane started filling up. "Thank you, kids. For helping us out with everything." he said warmly.
Dolly: "Well, you'll have to thank Dylan. This was his idea. And trust us, mom and dad. Me and Dyl here ain't done helping yet.”
Dylan: "Well, technically, it was Dizzy and Dee Dee's idea."
DJ: "Yeah, but you made it happen." He began listening to some Mozart. He noticed Diesel sleeping next to him, and decided to gently rub his tummy, making the muddy boy smile.
Soon, the plane began to take off.
Dolly: "Man, this is gonna be so great! Disneyland!" she whisper-yelled as both she and Dylan looked out the window at the disappearing ground below.
The next day, the Dalmatians landed at the airport.
Diesel was still asleep in his seat. Dylan was gonna tell him that they arrived, but he just looked too cute, so he decided to carry him in his arms.
Diesel slowly woke up in his arms. "That was a good sleep."
Dawkins was following beside, still working on a small device in his hand. "I'm surprised someone who looks kinda...pudgy can be easy to lift."
Doug: "Then you should have seen me and your mother on our wedding day. Of course, most of you weren’t born yet, but that’s a story fo—”
Dawkins: "Doug, I do not wish to hear the story of mum giving birth 99 times....my brain cells might catch a cold." he shuddered.
Delilah let out a snort at that comment. "No, Dawkins. I only gave birth to 15 of you."
Dolly: "Yeah, poindexter. Enough smart talk. We're on vacation!"
The family then booked at one of the resort's hotels. In this case, the Grand Californian Hotel.
They made their way to the top floor suites, after getting a large grand family suite big enough for all of them, each bunking with their respective siblings, and looked out the window at one of the two major theme parks, California Adventure.
Da Vinci: "DJ....look at it...." She gazed out the window. "It's beautiful.....like a real life painting I've walked into...."
DJ looked out with her, just as amazed as his sister. "Like a Leonardo da Vinci painting?"
Da Vinci: "Oh yes.....absolutely...." She was welling up in tears.
DJ noticed this. "Aw, come here, sis." He hugged her.
Da Vinci: "Sorry. It's just so beautiful, and I'm really happy I get to spend it with you, DJ."
Dolly watched the two from across the room, chuckling "Yep....you really nailed it, Dyl. This was the perfect idea."
Dylan: "Yeah, I surprise myself." he said.
Dolly patted his back. "Well, I think this was still your best idea yet. Except with you, that's not usually saying much." she teased, laughing hard.
Dylan frowned. "Oh ha ha ha." He playfully punched her arm.
Dolly: "Ah ok ok. I'm teasing. But it'll be perfect. Mom and dad will have fun, Dawkins and Diesel will get along, the Triple D will have their time to shine, like they usually do. Plus, I mean, come on, look at DJ and Da Vinci. They're even closer than they already were."
DJ looked at the two eldest siblings. "You know something, you two heroes each deserve your own giant statue in our town. Like the Statue of Liberty." he said genuinely.
Da Vinci: "Or the Statue of David!" Her eyes sparkled at the idea.
Dawkins: "Oh yes, sure." he said sarcastically. "Because we all want to see a statue of Dylan with his dick ou---"
Doug: "Heeey, language, Dawkins."
Dylan blushed like a tomato and laughed nervously. "Yeah, that would be nice I guess......."
Dallas: "No, I think something more like a billboard would be better. You can see it from up high."
Deja Vu: "But that's so cliché."
Destiny: "Girls, please. A movie deal would be perfect for them!"
DJ rested on one of the beds alongside Da Vinci. "Ahhhh, so THIS is what luxury feels like."
Da Vinci: "Well, bro, we're gonna be living it all week." She laid down next to him. "It's gonna be simply magical."
It was the very next morning on their first day, and everyone was still asleep, all in their beds with their roommates. Some were perfectly fine with sharing a bed with their siblings, but others.....not so much.
Diesel was snoring groggily, still asleep. Dawkins was also asleep, but was turned on his side, his hands using a pillow to block the sound with an annoyed expression on his face.
Dylan let out a big yawn as he rubbed his eyes a bit.
Dolly was asleep next to him, her arms wrapped around his arm in a sisterly hug.
Dylan giggled with a sweet look on his face as he watched Dolly hug him in her sleep.
Dawkins sat up, groaning in annoyance. "How do all of you handle this garbage truck of a snore?" He got off his bed as Diesel rolled in his sleep. Dawkins's eyes were a little pink and veiny.
DJ woke up next. "Beats me."
Da Vinci was still asleep, snoring softly beside him, much softer than Diesel was.
Doug sat up, giving a biiiiig yawn. "Okay, who's up for breakfast?" he asked anyone who was awake.
Da Vinci kept snoring, turning in her sleep to DJ. "5 more minutes....."
DJ looked at her and thought about letting her sleep, but he didn't want her to be left out. "Come on, I'll carry you." he decided to do just that as they walked to the breakfast bar in the lobby.
The family headed downstairs, sitting together at one big table.
Dawkins: "Oh goodness, is there really nothing good to eat? It's all greasy food."
Dolly: "Yeah, genius. It's called breakfast."
Deja Vu: "Like, live a little! This looks like some gourmet stuff here, even if it is greasy." she said with her snooty voice.
Dawkins: "Well, excuse me if I like to keep my body a well oiled machine, just like all my inventions."
Da Vinci woke up. "You mean like your washing machine that ended up shooting lightning bolts out of the inside?" she said as she looked at her menu.
Dawkins: "Excuse me, that would have worked if I had tighter screws!"
After ordering, their food shortly arrived. At home, the family would always eat kibble, but who says they can't enjoy a delicious entrée of waffles and bacon?
Delilah began to munch on her plate. The buttermilk waffles felt so fluffy and moist from the syrup as she chewed. They all finished eventually. "Mmmm, Dolly, that was almost as good as the Mother's Day breakfast you made for me last year!" she smiled.
Dolly: "Oh yeah, that was when we went to the spa and came out looking like Hyenas! HA!" she laughed.
Now that Dolly mentioned it, Delilah's smile faded before swallowing her bite, looking at her sadly.
Dolly immediately stopped laughing when she noticed her. "What's wrong, mom?"
Even though everything worked out and they were happy in the end, Delilah felt that her apology to Dolly wasn’t enough. She wanted to fully confess her mistake. "Dolly...I’m so, SO sorry for snapping at you that morning. First off, how could I have forgotten when my own day was?! Second, you didn't know I had an orchid allergy. I never told you before.”
Dylan had a look of guilt. "That was my fault. I should've remembered beforehand and told you to pick different flowers."
Delilah: "Also, I should not have assumed Dylan made me that breakfast in bed, not you. That was incredibly selfish of me. I just-"
Dolly: "Mom, it's okay, it's okay! I overreacted."
Delilah: "No, no, Dolly, I started it." She began tearing up, getting close to crying as she let out a sniffle. "He told me it was you, but I didn't listen. Instead, I made you think I didn't love you, asking why you can't be more like Dylan.”
This made Doug and all the pups, minus Dylan, gasp in shock.
Doug: “Thaaaat’s why Dolly was so angry.” he rubbed the back of his neck.
Delilah: “No parent should EVER say something so hurtful to their child, even if they’re not related. You've planned Mother's Day for months. You just wanted to surprise me with a hot meal and some lovely flowers, and.....and I spat in your face." She hugged Dolly and began to gently sob.
Dolly looked really sad seeing her mom like this, and instantly hugged her as well, leaning her head above her shoulder. "There there....." she said softly. The others watched them with deep sympathy.
Delilah: "You had every right to be angry with me."
Dolly: "Well...admittedly, yes. But you still didn't mean it. You were just tired from working all the time." She broke from the hug, facing her mom. "Besides, you said you were sorry, and you were really sweet to me afterwards, even when I tried pushing you away. You stood up to Clarissa for me, and after we got back home and washed ourselves, you enjoyed the breakfast in bed and thanked me for it before we took a nap together. It's all cool.” she assured her with a warm smile, putting a hand on her mom's shoulder. "Please don't cry."
Through her sobs, Delilah's smile fully came back and she sniffled again, wiping her eyes. "I just wanted to be sure you knew that, sweetie. I love you all equally, no matter what." She gave her a kiss to the cheek. “Speaking of which…” she said before looking at Doug, who had some hash browns in his mouth.
With his wife's face, Doug knew exactly what she was thinking, and nodded before looking at the kids. "Pups? Your mother and I have an announcement to make. We’ve decided to minimize our work schedules to two days a week!"
All Pups: "Whaaaaat?!"
Dylan: "You don't have to do that." he chuckled.
Delilah: "But we WANT to. We've been working too much, almost every single day. As a result, we never get to spend time with any of you. We've been asking so much of you and Dolly to take care of everything in the house, it's hard for you to enjoy your day, and we feel we've been pushing you too hard."
Dylan was the most responsible one of the family, and he doesn't mind the work. But he had to admit, she was right. He smiled at her. "Thanks, mom...but what about our income?"
Dallas: "Uh, did you forget who we are?" She put her hands on her hips, same with the other two.
Dylan: "Ohhh hehehe, right."
Dolly: "What about that human you work with?"
Delilah: "Doctor Dave?" she chuckled. "Don't worry, he's been doing a whole lot better without my help since recently."
Doug: "See? Nothing to worry about. Besides, the Triple D only face the cameras once a week. We're gonna make up for lost time, and bond with you, and watch you all grow." he said before looking at Delilah.
Dolly: “Awwwww you guys.” She gave them a heartfelt smile.
Delilah smiled sweetly and gave Doug’s nose a big lick. She then whispered into Dolly's ear, cupping her mouth. "Don't tell Dylan, but the key you gave me to free us from those cages definitely beats his Mother’s Day gift from last year."
Dylan: "I heard that!" he smirked, making the group laugh.
After they ate, they stood between the two parks, discussing where to go first.
Da Vinci: "I wanna go look and see if they have any cool drawings up. Then me and DJ will hit the dance floor."
Delilah: "Let's meet by the Sleeping Beauty castle at...6:00." she announced.
Dallas: "7!"
Delilah: "Deal."
Da Vinci: "Alright! let's go!" The family split off into different groups. Of coarse, they had to walk through large crowds of park guests and guest stars, but eh, nothing they weren't used to.
Dolly and Dylan walked together. Dolly dragged Dylan into California Adventure, going towards the biggest rollercoaster they could find, California Screamin' in Pixar Pier, originally named Paradise Pier.
Dolly’s eyes were sparkling with amazement "Holy crap......it's so cool.....and there's no line!" she grabbed Dylan's hand, running in line.
Dylan nearly tripped but kept up to her speed.
They got in the front car, and the bar lowered to keep them in
Dolly: "Ooooh man, this is gonna be awesome! Aren't you excited, Dyl?!" She looked at him with excitement in her eyes.
Dylan was physically shaking in fear. "I guess...but if I puke, it's your fault."
Dolly: "Yeah yeah, you say that every time you get on something dizzy." The ride started, zooming towards the first big hill.
Dylan screamed during the intense moments, nearly scared out of his mind. He gripped the bars tight.
Dolly however screamed in excitement, gripping the bars as well, ears flapping in the wind.
When the ride was over, Dylan looked a little green, but he kept it in. "Oh boy...wow..."
Dolly was bouncing up and down "Woohoooo! That was awesome! Let's ride it a-----" she suddenly started feeling a little sick, holding her stomach "Oh......dog. Guess my stomach isn't used to all those super long and heavy drops. It ain't like skateboa---" She covered her mouth.
Dylan: "Easy, I got you." They sprinted to the nearest trashcan.
Dolly started puking in it while her brother rubbed her back. "Ugh.....man, I really am rusty when it comes to rollercoast----" She puked again, then wiped her mouth. "--ers."
Dylan: "Ironic, isn't it?"
Dolly: "Oh shut up, Dyl. I'll be ready for the next on---" She threw up again.
Dylan rubbed her back more. "There there."
Meanwhile, Da Vinci and DJ were in the Disney animation studio filled with different artistic paintings, drawings, and sculptures from Disney movies. "Whoa.....it's so awesome!"
DJ: "These guys put a lot of passion into their work. It just goes to show that one man could make a difference in the world." he looked at a picture of Walt Disney himself.
Da Vinci: "Well, I wanna do that, DJ. I wanna do this! I want to open a museum and make art for everyone to see!.....but....I'm not good enough to do anything like these guys can do. Plus....I'm extremely shy." She looked down, her ears drooping.
DJ: "You'll get there, sis. Just wait and see." He put an arm around her.
Da Vinci: "Thanks, DJ." She looked up, seeing a flier for an art contest that was lasting the entire week they're in Disneyland. "Well, well, well...." She took the flier.
DJ looked at it and immediately gestured for a high five.
Da Vinci high fived him. "Alright, now we just need something for you." She looked at some more fliers.
DJ: "Hey..." he saw another flier which read. "Main Street Electrical Parade. Keyboarder for hire".
Da Vinci gasped. "The Main Street Electrical Parade?! That's perfect, DJ! Absolutely perfect!" She jumped up and down.
Meanwhile with the parents.
Delilah: "So Doug, where would you like to go?" she asked.
Doug: "Honestly, my dear, anywhere in this magical place will be perfect with you at my side."
Delilah: "Hmhmhmhmhm thanks. Oh, let's try here." She pointed to a sign that said "Blue Bayou Restaurant". Next to it was another sign that pointed to "Pirates of the Caribbean".
Doug: "Mmmmmmm, that Blue Bayou Restaurant sounds delicious."
They walked inside and were immediately intrigued. It gave the feeling you're out on a swampy lake at night time, hearing the crickets and frogs. The two dogs sighed in bliss.
They sat down at an assigned table together.
Doug: "Hey honey, you know what we should do when we get home and get the kids all taken care of? Go to the old lake we went to as pups and spend some time alone there. After all, our Anniversary's coming up." he flirted as he walked two fingers up her hand.
Delilah: "Oooooh, Doug." She nuzzled his muzzle in affection.
Doug giggled, nuzzling back. "You know me so well."
A waitress walked up to them. "Welcome to the Blue Bayou! How may I serve you?" She bowed.
Doug: "Give us the most romantic entrée, main course, and desert please. It's for me and my loving wife here." he giggled, putting his hand on hers, both of them blushing.
Employee: "Right away, sir." She went off.
Doug: "It was so nice of Dylan to help book this trip. It's really good for the kids."
Delilah: "We've raised heroes." she said before they kissed passionately.
Delilah then smirked slyly at him, licking her lips.
Doug: "Feeling frisky, are you?" he asked, to which his wife simply nodded. "You know, in big restaurants like these, you don't usually see people for a while.....we're pretty much alone~"
Delilah blushed. "But, Doug. I don’t think it’s appropriate to do this in a public place."
Doug chuckled. "Are we being a little too naughty, or do we totally deserve this~?" He bounced his eyebrows, blushing.
Delilah: "Oh yes, we deserve this!" she grinned. She knew this was risky, but she reached under the table and undid Doug's pants, letting his penis out. She then began stroking his member.
Doug moved the tablecloth so it was hanging more on their side to hide it "Mmm....hon, we haven't done this since before the Dimitris' birth~"
Delilah: "I know." She stroked his dick until it was rock hard.
Doug: "Ohhhh honey, you never lost your touch~"
After a few more strokes, Delilah sat up straight in her chair. She kicked her shoes off and stroked his penis with her bare feet.
Doug gasped and shivered. "Oh, honey....that feels so warm...and moist....”
A few minutes passed before Doug began to feel a tingle inside.
Delilah: "You gonna cum for your lady?" She kept stroking with her feet.
Doug: "Y-Yes...I’m gonna-" he panted louder before shooting his load hard. Most of it ended up on Delilah’s shirt.
Delilah: "Whoops." she chuckled, cleaning as much off with a napkin, fixing herself up.
Doug took a moment to calm down. "Whew.....it feels so good to do that after all these years.....we're still as young and spry as ever, even with 99 kids..." He fixed himself up too, and their food finally came for them "Ohhh, looks delicious." he said.
Delilah: "Doug, don't just sit there with a rumbling tummy. Let’s eat."
Meanwhile with Diesel, Dawkins, and the Triple D.
Dawkins: "I don’t understand why me and Diesel have to follow you three."
Destiny: "Because we want you to know what pampering at the happiest place on earth feels like. Even though we never been here before."
Dawkins: "Really? I seem to recall you didn't want my "smartness" to get in the way of your "stardom" and well, I don't need to explain Diesel."
Diesel: "Aww, come on, they're right. They might catch my dumb." he giggled.
The Triple D giggled too. "Hey, let's see how Diesel will like a very special one of a kind makeover!" Deja Vu said. "Totally!" Dallas said. "Follow us!" The three said in unison.
Diesel: ".....uh, Dawkins, wuzza makeover?"
Dawkins shrugs "How should I know? I'm not an expert on this stuff." They followed them anyway.
The 5 went to a small beauty spa, run by the three fairies from Sleeping Beauty of all people. Flora, Fauna & Merryweather.
Flora: "Ah, good day little pups! What can we do for you?" she said sweetly.
Dawkins: "It appears that these three wish to give our dirt loving brother here a bit of a makeover." Diesel's eyes went cross eyed a little.
Fauna: "Aw, that's alright, little guy. Let's get you cleaned up." They carried the little guy and flew him to a recliner. The other 4 followed suit.
Diesel: "Mummy said my dirt loving and digging made me special though." He looked at the Triple D.
Merryweather: "We'll just see about that. First, we'll start with your feet."
Diesel shrugged, putting his feet up. To an absolute surprise, his feet looked incredibly soft and smooth, with no cracks at all. They did have a light coating of dirt to them though, and they smelled very funky.
Flora: "Alright girls, let's make this pup sparkle." We go through a montage of the fairies. First, they gave Diesel a soothing warm foot bath. Afterwards, they filed his toe nails, then painted them with a majestic orchid purple color that sparkles in sunlight.
Diesel's eyes sparkled at them. “Ooooo pretty…..” He wiggled his toes.
Dawkins was both intrigued and confused. "So....Triple D. Care to explain the sudden interest in beautifying our brother here?"
Deja Vu: "Come on, he’ll look so cute!!"
Dawkins: "Since when does Diesel ever care about how he looks? Remember, my IQ is better than any of yours combined." He stared at them, crossing his arms. "What're you planning?"
Destiny: "Nothing! We're all having fun here." she retorted.
Fauna: "Children, easy." she eased them.
Dawkins kept looking, then shrugged "Well, alright. I guess there's nothing wrong with that." He turned around, then snatched a piece of paper from Deja Vu's pocket. "Ah ha!"
Deja Vu: "Hey!"
Dawkins looked at it, and it was a flier for the "Cutest Dog Show". "I knew it! You're entering Diesel in a beauty contest!"
Dallas: "Okay okay, you got us. We just wanted the park to love him. He's so cute, IF awfully stinky." She looked down in shame.
Dawkins: "So you wanted to turn our little brother from the dirt lover he is into a fashion star?" He handed the flier back. "Let's kick this competition's tail." He did a fist pump, grinning.
Triple D: "Huh?"
Dawkins: "I may not be fully into fashion like you three, but I am one for competition. Besides, after spending some time with Diesel, he's certainly someone that is nice to talk to, especially when he's as simple as he is." He looked at the three fairies with a smile. "Get this dog dressed up."
Triple D: "YES!!!" They fist pumped as well.
We transition to a zoom-out of Diesel, now in his full beauty form. "Wow...lookit me! I'm fashion-able!" He giggled. He was complete with a blue dress with lilacs surrounding it, gold rings on his fingers with rubies and emeralds on top, some long eyelashes, and a white daisy behind his ear.
Diesel: ".....Is this really what guys wear to beauty contests?"
Dawkins: "Sort of. You'll be kind of like a drag queen. Those guys always win. Besides, trust these three." He pointed to the Triple D. "They know what they're doing."
Diesel: "But what if people make fun of me?"
Dawkins: "Dear brother of mine, with the way our society is, if humans and animals can live together, people will love you in that outfit."
We cut to Dizzy and Dee Dee as they went into the Blue Bayou restaurant and saw their folks, having finished their meals.
Delilah saw them run up. "Dizzy! Dee Dee! What a surprise. How did you know where to find us?" she smiled.
Dizzy: "We didn't. We came here to ride the Pirates of the Ca—what happened to your shirt, mummy?"
Delilah: "Oh, uh....I spilled some sauce on it by accident."
Dizzy: "Oh okay."
Doug: "Anyway, It's getting kind of late. We should be heading to the castle to meet up with everyone." He, his wife, and the twins headed out and found everyone at said castle.
Da Vinci: "There's something me and DJ have to tell you all!"
Dawkins: "In a minute. Me and the Triple D have something to say as well."
Dylan: "You go first, Da Vinci."
Da Vinci: "I'm gonna participate in an art competition, and DJ said he was going to be the keyboard player in the Electrical Parade!"
Dawkins: "And me and the Triple D have taken it upon ourselves to get Diesel ready for a beauty competition."
The other Dalmatians looked speechless seeing Diesel in really beautiful drag. Some awed at him, others had mixed feelings.
Diesel: "I know, I look dumber than before, but I'm doing this to help out my sisters!"
Doug's eyes sparkled and ruffled his son's head. "Aww, look at my wittle man!" he cooed.
Da Vinci: "Well, I wish I could stay, but I gotta get to the art studio. The contest lasts until our last day, so I need to take each day and make the most of it all to do well."
Delilah: "Be back before bed, sweetie!"
Da Vinci: "I will, mum!" She headed off to the studio.
Dolly was still feeling a little ill.
Dylan: "Anything we can do for you, Dolly?"
Dolly: "Nah, I just need to lay down." She coughed a little.
Doug: "I think it’d be best if we all get some rest. It seems like a lot of you have a big day tomorrow, and Da Vinci has a busy week ahead of her. Let's all head back to the room."
Dylan: "You got it." he said as they headed back.
When they all got back into the hotel room, they divided off again to relax with their respective bed-buddies they were with, and Dolly was sitting on her and Dylan's bed, drinking a glass of water to help cool her stomach down.
Dolly: "Aaaaah....much better."
Dylan had some sweat dripping from his head due to all the places they explored, which he wiped off.
Dolly: "Sorry I kind of ruined our time together with me being motion sick, bro."
Dylan: "It’s okay, Dolly. It wasn't your fault. Besides, there's a lot we haven't done here yet."
Dolly: "Yeah....heh heh. Is there any way I can make it up to you for today though?"
Dylan: "That won’t be necessary, Dolly, but thanks." The two eldest pups kicked their shoes off to get more comfy.
Diesel watched them curiously and went over to Dylan's feet, sniffing them a bit. "Mmmmmm. Is that peach blossom shampoo?" His sense of smell was so great, he could identify ANYTHING he could smell.
Dylan: "Yep. I always make sure to keep myself squeaky clean throughout the day. Unlike SOME dogs." He eyed Dolly.
Dolly: "Oh shut up!" she smirked before shoving her foot in his face.
Dylan: "Ack!" he tried to break free of her foot while Delilah watched them from across the room, giggling and shaking her head.
Sitting on his bed, facing away from them, Dawkins rolled his eyes. "Bunch of sexually depraved lunatics, all of you."
Diesel continued smelling Dylan’s feet, pressing his nose against them. He loved the fresh, fruity scent despite being a dirt lover.
Dylan: "Hehehey! Diesel, that tihihihickles!" he laughed from the rushing of air from Diesel's nose.
This caused Dawkins to storm out of the room.
A couple minutes passed by, then Delilah walked out of the room to check on Dawkins. She noticed him sitting in the hallway where doors to more rooms were present. "Hey, Dawkins. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, sitting next to him.
Dawkins: "Why am I the only normal one in this family?" He buried his face in his knees, hugging them.
Delilah: "Aw honey. It's okay, you're not the only normal one in the family. There's Dante. But he does panic about the end of the world, so he probably doesn't count."
Dawkins: "Then why am I one of the only ones in this family that thinks that weird thing you all do is perverted and sexual and you shouldn't be doing it? I mean, it's unhygienic. I....I don't know why it bothers me so much, mother."
Delilah: "Aw Dawkins, it's not like that, it's just for fun." She put a hand on his shoulder.
Dawkins: ".....Really? Is it just for fun? I’m not going crazy and seeing my siblings doing weird incest stuff?......ugh, my high IQ makes me feel so stupid sometimes."
Delilah: "Hey, don't beat yourself up. It's just not your thing, that's all."
Dawkins: "I mean...it's not like I don't see why. I mean, I've looked this stuff up, and it's apparently a common...fetish, if that's the word, people have. I just....don't fully understand it, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't be so judgy about it since I never even tried it."
Delilah: "Judgy? That's a new word for you. Anyway, if you ever wanna try it out or talk more about it, let me know, okay?" She kissed his forehead.
Dawkins: "....Yeah. Thanks, mum. Sorry I've been a real stick in the mud." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.
The two walked back into the room and Dawkins crawled into his bed. He then went to sleep while Diesel rested his head on his shoulder.
Dolly: "Heh heh heh. Even at that age, these pups still act like little kids sometimes. It's adorable."
Dylan: "I know, right?" he said, now only in his tighty-whities as he tucked himself under the blankets.
Dolly yawned, in a pair of blue pajama shorts and T-shirt, tucking herself under the blankets with him. "And you too, it seems."
Dylan: "All of us, really." His eyelids got a little heavy.
Dolly: "Nah, not me. I'm mature as heck."
Dylan: "Sure you are...." he said faintly before drifting off in slumber.
As everyone else was about to drift off to bed, no one at first seemed to realize Da Vinci never came back to the hotel room.
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."
The group ventured to the park, and went to said 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 up, wrapping a arm behind her.
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 helped 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!"
Dylan: "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 classic 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: "Shake Your Groove Thing. Duuuh."
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 "Woohoo! Nothing can stop the duo of Dylan and Dolly!"
Dylan smiled 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 pulled his arm, taking him elsewhere.
Next, they played Star Wars themed Pinball.
Dolly: "Come on, bro! Come on! Get that high score! Get it! Get it!"
Dylan saw the silver ball roll down , he hit 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 HERE?"
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 nooooo, 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. "Oh my dog, are you ok, bro?!"
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. (Side note: Being dogs, they are quite smaller than humans. The tallest of the family, Doug is a only 4 feet tall.) "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 on call with this creepy old woman. Boy is she strange, from what I've heard. Dressed in a weird fur coat and spraying this nasty green perfume…." He fanned his nose.
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?”
Security: "Yep.”
The two looked at each other in pure horror. "Cruella!" they said simultaneously.
Dylan: "Sir, send out all units, find where she is, and make sure she doesn’t come anywhere near the parks! 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 in jail, 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 in London. 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 "Thank you, bro....."
Dylan: "How come some humans can't understand us, but other humans can?"
Dolly lifted her shoulders. "Beats me, but 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. Mom and dad are watching everyone else, and they're with a bunch of guards."
Dylan: "You think this mess will all be over tomorrow?"
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. Let's have a big fun family 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. 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. "Feeling better.....I need a break from my painting anyway. I'll finish it tomorrow."
DJ: "Good, because I think we should gonna head to the pool and get some dinner. You're gonna need it in your body for tomorrow."
Da Vinci: "Oooo okay. 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: "Right as rain. 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 when he dipped further in.
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 panicked. "No no no no no! How did she escape prison?! Is she hunting us right now?!" she was panting hard.
Dylan: "Mom, it's okay, it's okay! She's in jail still. I made sure to tell the security guard to keep that dog away from us.
Doug held Delilah's hands. "Dear, dear, dear...please calm down. They've handled it all. This shows that they're perfectly mature for this situation. Now, please, dear. It's going to be alright."
Delilah took deep breaths. "Thanks, Doug."
Doug put an arm around all three family members, one around his kids, and one around Delilah. "It's going to be alright. Let's not focus on that now. Right now, we need to focus on all the little ones. Besides, their activities are coming up.
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. "Red wine for me please."
Doug: "White wine."
Dolly: "Same as my bro here."
After they got the drinks in their fancy glasses, Delilah held hers up, feeling calm now. "Let's keep looking on the bright side, for the sake of the others. A toast! To the One Hundred and One Dalmatians!"
Dylan: "Cheers!"
Doug: "Hear hear!"
Dolly: "Right!" They clinked their glasses together.
The next morning, after another run to the breakfast bar, 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." he 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: "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. "Awww 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....."
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!"
Dallas: "Say no more!"
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: "O. M. D., yay!" she squealed.
Diesel: "Yaaaay. Who're you gonna take as your fourth, Destiny?" he asked 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. You don't have to."
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 dog, don't tell him!"
Diesel: "Okay, I can come, Triple D! It'd be totally something I'd dig!" he grinned, trying to do an impression of them.
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 Evil Dead movie."
Delilah: "Ohhhhhh right. Wait outside the gate for us. Doug, stay out with him." 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."
DJ: "You can blame the Dimitris for that." he whispered.
Da Vinci: "Well, I dunno about that entirely. They're just pranksters."
DJ: "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 was that?!"
Dawkins buried his face into her chest, completely afraid, tearing up
Dolly: "A light fixture almost fell on him!
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 smooth, clean cut too. "I....don't think this was an accident." she looked up at the ceiling, but sees no one above them but blackness.
Dolly: “You think it’s Cruella?”
Dylan: "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 pretty angry with a staff member. "You oughta be ashamed of yourself! My son almost got flattened because of your light fixture!"
Staff member: "Please good sir, we take extra good care of our guests. We have no idea what caused that fall.'' she 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, miss. Just been 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, miss. 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, but took a deep breath. “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 plain glazed 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: "Ohhhhh. 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. "That would 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. “Oh why not?” 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, followed by Dee Dee.
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 snuck 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. It was the same creep from yesterday, who 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 be 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 cried, holding his nose, which started to bleed. He was nearly ready to cry from the throbbing pain, but be stopped himself, and gave the creep a pissed look with fire in his eyes. Dylan did not hesitate to stab the creep right in the cheek.
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 more from his wrist being crushed.
The German Shepherd grabbed the knife "And two....it takes a lot to sneak up on me!" He raised the knife up.
Suddenly, 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 pillow for my queen!"
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 hard. "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 sick BASTARD would do this to you?!"
Da Vinci sniffled "I-It was that De Vil woman, who kidnapped us that one time.....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 s-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."
"As if you needed to tell me!" DJ said firmly 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 want 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 and Dolly 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 gave him flashbacks and made him shed tears. “If….if Dolly and I hadn’t reached them in time….their blood would’ve been everywhere…..and 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 pups. Even if they all know about Cruella from last time. We're going to get through this. We don't want to ask much of you like we usually did.....but we're still 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. 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. "Yes, I'm way too big for that, but...I need you with me."
Doug chuckled "Of course." he carried Dylan in his arms "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 ended 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."
Dylan felt his heart sink, but he understood. "That's fair."
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.
