101 Dalmatian Street x Pet Reader

🐾Adventure, Rescue Chase, & Home🐾

Captain: (neighing lowly) "Hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm... sounds like old Towser. It's an alert. Sergeant!" He speaks louder to wake up Sergeant Tibbs, a tabby cat sleeping on his back. "Sergeant Tibbs! I SAY, SERGEANT!" He neighs loudly to wake up Tibbs.

Sergeant Tibbs: (screeches, then promptly salutes) "Who? What? Oh, yes, Captain!"

Captain: "Barking signal. It's an alert. Report to the Colonel at once."

Sergeant Tibbs: (respectfully) "Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir!" Tibbs hops off Captain's back and scurries along the barn rafters to find Colonel. He reaches an empty barn stall with plenty of hay scattered on the floor and looks for Colonel. "Colonel? I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel?" Tibbs yelps as he is lifted on his superior's head buried inside the hay. "Colonel?!"

Colonel: (waking up) "What? What? Who goes there?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Sergeant Tibbs reporting, sir."

Colonel: "Tibbs? Tibbs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibbs!"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Colonel, sir-"

Colonel: "Now, look here, Tibbs. What's the idea of barging in at this hour of the night?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "But, Colonel..."

Colonel: "Hold on, Sergeant. You hear that? Sounds like an alert."

Sergeant Tibbs: (sighs) "Yes, Colonel."

Colonel: "Well, we'd better look into it. Come along, on the double!"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Yes, sir. Righto, sir."

Tibbs follows Colonel to the stall next to Captain's stall, just as Captain himself hears the last of the message.

Captain: "It's old Towser down at Withermarsh, sir."
Colonel: "By Jove, yes! So it is. Well, I'll see what he wants. Ahem!" (barking) "Woof, woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof!"

Back on the hill a good distance away from the farm, Towser receives the response from Colonel with Lucy holding up his left ear.

Towser: "It'd be the Colonel. The old boy himself!" (chuckles) "He wants the message."

Lucy: "You'd better make it loud and clear or he'll never get it."

(Towser then barks the message about the fifteen stolen puppies and child.)

Colonel: "One long howl, two short. One yip and a woof."

Sergeant Tibbs: "Two yips, sir."

Captain: "What's the word, Colonel?"

Colonel: "It's from London."

Sergeant Tibbs: "It must be important."

Colonel: "Yes, I'll get the rest of it. Ahem!" He barks some more "Woof, woof, woof!" [Distant Barking] "Sounds like a number. Three fives is 13."

Sergeant Tibbs: "That's 15, sir."

Colonel: "Of course." [Barking] "Yes... Dot, Spot... Spotted puddings. Poodles. No, puddles and pile!"

Captain: "Puddles, and pile sir?"

Colonel: (misinterpreting the message) "15 spotted puddles and a pile stolen? Oh, balderdash!" Colonel dips down from the stall door, as Captain and Tibbs look at each other in disbelief.

Sergeant Tibbs: (correcting Colonel) "Better double-check it, Colonel."

Colonel: (grumbling) "Oh, yes, I suppose I'd better." (barks again) "Woof, woof, woof! Two woofs, one yip and a woof."