102 Dalmatians 101 Dalmatians x reader

Smoke from the chimney

"Hold on! There's smoke coming from the chimney!" Captain said, looking at hell hall.

"By Jove, that's strange... strange indeed." Colonel said, turning his attention to hell hall.

"I suppose we'd better investigate. I'll send word for ol' Towser to stand by. Roof! Roo-roo-roof!" Colonel said, telling Towser to stand by.

"Please... stand... by." Towser said, confused what that means.

"What's he mean by that?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know. Oh... maybe the ol' boy's found something!" Towser said, thinking that's what's up.

"Oh, I do hope so." Lucy said, getting excited.

"They say the ol' place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddle faddle." Colonel said, as Tibs and he looked at the deteriorating building.

"Fiddle faddle and rot, sir." Tibs said, before getting a bit scared knowing that he had to investigated.

"Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run in to. Blast it all, Tibs. On the double, man. On the double." the Colonel said, as Tibs jumped off his head.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Tibs said, climbing on a tree and jumping into the house through an unlocked window.

"Psst! Rover! Spotty!" Tibs said, getting a pups attention.

"Hmm. What?" a male pup said, looking at Tibs confused.

"Are you one of the 15 stolen puppies?" Tibs asked the pups.

"We're not stolen. We're bought and paid for. There's 99 of us all together." A male dog said to tibs.

"Ninety-nine!" Tibs said, surprised.

"How 'bout that bunch of little ones? They have names and colours. They're not from the pet shops." a female chimed in.
"Fifteen of 'em." Tibs asked the pups.

"We never counted them. They 're overthere by the tv." the male said, looking over at the tv.

"I'd better count 'em." Tibs said, going over to the tv.

"Watch out for the baduns." the male pup said, looking at Horace, and Jasper.

"Baduns?" Tibs asked.

"Those two blokes, Horace and Jasper. They 're mean ones, they are." the male pup said.

"Hey, look, Horace! Watch me pot His Lordship smack on the conk. Ha-ha-ha-ha. How's that for callin' 'em, eh? Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Jasper said, throwing the dart hitting a painting of a man on the nose.

"One... two... three, four, five, six..." Tibs said, counting the puppies in front of the tv. But was interrupted by Horace reaching for the wine bottle.

"Hey, Jasper. Give us a swig, just a short one." Horace asked, reaching for the wine bottle Jasper was holding.

"Now, Horace, this hogwash ain't fit for a fancy bloke like yourself. Besides, you'd get crumbs in it, you cabbage head!" Jasper said, putting the bottle back on the table.

"All right. Guzzle the whole works. I hope it gives you colly wobbles, that's what." Horace said, as he took a bite of his sandwich.

"Hey, Jasper. Did you..." Horace asked Jasper where his sandwich filling when. Jasper looked at dumped cigar ashes on the plain bread.

"Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..." Tibs said counting the puppies.

"Hey, get down, you runt! Andstay down! Go on, get out of here...or I'll black your other peeper. " Horace yelled at the young puppies.

"Where was I? Nine... Nine... three more. Twelve and... one, two, three. That's fifteen! They're the ones!" Tibs said, but Jasper grabbed him like a wine bottle. But Tibs hissed and ran around the room, making the puppies bark.

"Blimey! What the... Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat! Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!" Jasper said, as the Piano top fell onto of Horace, he then started throwing darts at Tibs.

"How'd you like a tabby cat stew? Or a cat casserole? A la mode!" jasper said, throwing the empty wine bottle at the hole Tibs escaped from.

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