102 Dalmatians-An Animated Version with Different Characters

Raymond Millerson and His Dog Shelter

Spixington: Might I ask what is so important that you have to whisper amongst yourselves about it, my fellow dogs?!

Then, they all heard a voice coming out from near the front door of their own dog shelter.

Voice: That's pathetic, Ray!

It was then that everyone finally noticed that Brad had made it back to the shelter, with a bag of dog food in his hand.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: How many times are ya gonna fall for that one?

On his own way over to the giant cat head trap after he had finished with his question to his boss and friend, Brad actually managed to have pulled the giant fake cat head up and spring Raymond from the trap into which Spixington and the dogs had worked as a team to place him.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): I managed to get another week out of my probation officer, boss. Think she quite fancies me.

Then, Brad started to pull apart at the bad of dog food as Spixington spoke about getting food from the pet store out of the midnight-black-haired man.

Spixington: Come on, boys. It's grub time.

Of course, all the dogs took Brad having brought them all their kind of food into the shelter as their collective cue to claim their dog food and eat it, too.

They all went for their dog food bowls and started to line up to claim their collective meals. Of course, Ray had a sliver of curiosity towards just where Brad happened upon the dog food he brought back to everyone just for the dogs in the shelter.

Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Where'd you get that dog food?

Then, Ray just barely managed to get a little suspicious about his own question to Brad.

Raymond 'Ray' Millerson (continued): You didn't pinch it, did you?

It was something which Brad had done in the past when at the pet store, since their dog shelter was not a very successful one. Nevertheless, Brad confessed that he had actually purchased the dog food he brought back to the shelter for the dogs.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: No. I'm done with all that.

Then, the dogs all got a first come, first serve type of hand-out from both Brad and Ray as the two handed the dogs their food. As they served all the dogs their food, Brad and Ray started to get closer and closer to the point of which they would have had to feed the stubbornly delusional blue spix macaw, Spixington, the dog food he always tried his hardest to even savor and enjoy. The first dog amongst the crowd who got his dog food was a matted, white rat terrier with blotches of sandy tan in his coat of fur.

Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: There ya go!

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: Fill your belly.

Then, came a white border collie with giant splotches of black in her coat pattern and a few friendly black spots on her muzzle.

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone (continued): Good girl.

Then came a golden labrador retriever with a little golden retriever blood in his dog veins.

Raymond 'Ray' Millerson: Atta boy!

Bradley 'Brad' Stevenson Cordileone: OK, who's next?

The next one was a matted sheep dog who looked as though he would have made the perfect dog for a reggae band's lead singer.

After the rasta-haired sheep dog was none other than Slobberton, himself. Of course, it was not as though Slobberton was a very popular dog with the potential owners who would have come to the place in the first place. But he still always tried to get chosen by humans, even with his drooling problem. He even had a regular doggy bowl that really needed to have a handle or something to help him hold its contents in place. Just as it had always happened before then, however, Slobberton's dog food came pouring back out of his doggy bowl the minute he had even tried to pick his dog dish up from where he had set it onto the floor for the dispensing of dog food. Then, came the stubbornly deluded blue spix macaw, himself, Spixington.