101 Dalmatian Street: Tales of Terror 2

"Pup"ercist

"Ooooh, such a spine-chiller, huh?" Charlie asked as most of the pups (Mostly Triple D) ran off to hide, "I see we still have some contenders." He said as Dylan, Dawkins, Dolly, and many others stayed behind.

"That ending is physically impossible..." Dawkins commented, "There's no inconsolable way that one singular perfume bottle could contaminate all of Camden Towns water supply." He stated.

"True, but not if a bunch of people bought it and tried it, thanks to Triple D's vlog." Charlie reminded Dawkins.

"Okay... I can understand that."

"We deal with that all the time." Dolly stated.

"Yeah, there was that one time they bought the wrong perfume, and basically, they had a complete meltdown." Dolly explained which Dylan shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah, we had to go on a whole quest to find the right color." Dylan added as Charlie looked at the two VHS tapes.

"Well, let's take a look at this next one." He said as he slid the VHS tape into the VCR and pressed play on it.

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"PUP"ERCIST
(Charlie is in Dog form)

The foggy night made the situation and sight more eerie as Charlie stood in front of the Dalmatian Residence where not only were the lights could be seen switched on but the sounds of screaming could be heard inside along with furniture being heard  thrown around and smashing against walls. He simply sighed and walked to the front door, wiped his paws on the door mat, and ranged the doorbell. At first, there was silence until the door opened slowly, revealing a destrote Delilah who peeked out from behind the door.

"W-who are you?" She asked.

"Charlie Osborne, Professional Exorcist." Charlie greeted her by taking off his hat and giving a gentleman-like bow, "You uh, contacted me about some uh, trouble?" He asked when he heard some screaming up above as Dylan could be seen fumbling down the stairs and fell face first on the floor.

"BRING ME FOOD!!!" A demonic voice could be heard upstairs.

"S-sure thing, Dorothy!" He yelled back and ran to the kitchen.

"I uh... do believe that answers your question." She answered, turning back to Charlie.

"May I come in?" He asked as the door opened wider, letting him enter the small house, where as soon as he entered, he could feel the evil that had intruded on this lovely home.

"I'm sorry to have to call you so late, but my daughter's condition has gotten much, much worse." She said as Charlie looked around.

"Where is she?" He asked, to which Delilah led him upstairs where the temperature suddenly dropped. Soon, they arrived at the door where the screaming could be heard.

"Here she is. Please don't hurt my baby." She begged, which Charlie smiled.

"Don't worry, I will take care of our little problem." He said and opened the door, revealing Dorothy, who was in the middle of violently chewing on the bedframe while Dylan tried to pull her off, "Well... what do we have here?" He asked, resulting in Dorothy stopping and turning her head a full 180°, looking directly at Charlie with a hiss.

"D-Dorothy, please stop fixing your head." Dylan begged, but Dorothy didn't listen as she stared and growled at Charlie, who simply sighed and laid a suitcase down on the floor which he was carrying on his back.

"Why, hello, little one." Charlie greeted Dorothy, who hissed at him, "How are we doing today?" He asked.

"YoU havE no RiGht to TaLk to mE!" Dorothy said in a very demonic voice while Charlie opened up the briefcase.