102 Dalmatians-An Animated Version with Different Characters

Fur Coat of the Next Generation

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Why do I feel incomplete? What could be missing from my life? Cruella De Vil, who has it all! The softest, the rarest, the whitest, the blackest, the stripiest, the spottiest, the_

That was when a slight bit of clarity suddenly seemed to really hit the newly resurrected devil woman. She realized what particular kind of fur coat she was missing. She even realized that she had to have it, right then and there. She realized that she needed to get her hands on one of them as soon as she could.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Of course. Where is it? Where? Where is it?

Then, as soon as she looked directly to her left, Cruella saw that for which she was looking as she questioned Jermaine about it.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Oh, there it is. My dalmatian puppy coat. The coat of dreams. The ultimate fur coat that was denied me by the canine cabal, for which I have lost four years of my life!

As Jermaine just gasped at what Cruella had to say about the dalmatian puppy fur coat, Carlisle and Harriette just stood in the doorway of the room, wondering what to have thought of what Miss De Vil had planned for how to even get the dalmatian puppy fur coat that she so richly wanted. The cat and dog spoke to one another in hushed voices, even while neither Cruella nor Jermaine could even understand what they were even saying to one another in their own languages.

Carlisle: How is she supposed to even get the fur for that coat if the puppies that she'd ever even wanted to use it for are more than likely all grown up by now?

Harriette: Yes, this definitely took a sudden turn for the backwards if she even thinks that she can make any of those dogs into puppies again.

Carlisle: Exactly. She's clearly not the brightest lightbulb on the chandelier if she wants a dalmatian coat out of any of them. Those pups are all adults by now. She's obviously barking up the wrong tree if she thinks that they could ever provide her with the necessary fur to make that coat.

Harriette: Come on, Carlisle. Let's go fool around and hopefully get kicked outta this hell house.

Then, Cruella spoke to her valet, Jermaine, about what she had planned for the fur coat she was going to make out of dalmatians.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Jermaine, we are going to make them pay.

Of course, Jermaine tried his hardest to appear as enthusiastic about such a devious plan as he had been for all of the things that 'Ella' had done for the dogs at 'Give a Dog Another Chance at a Home' dog shelter. He told himself to have just kept smiling, no matter what Cruella had planned, even if it were painfully clear that she was no longer plain 'Ella' anymore.

Jermaine Merion Sabano: Oh, yes! How much, Cruella 'mon?

Cruella then placed her pointer finger over her chin as she thought to herself about with which she had to work in the way of her dalmatian puppy coat. Then, the devil woman remembered the name of which Kimberly had addressed her own dalmatian dog.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Patch, she called him.

It certainly rang a bell for Cruella De Vil, as she used to have known a puppy by such a name.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Ah, what fiendish justice. He, his brothers and sisters, they all escaped me, but I shall wreak my vengeance on the next generation from them all.

Meanwhile back out in the hallway in which the cat and dog pair that were a lot like brother and sister, Carlisle and Harriette, themselves, had heard all too well what Cruella had suddenly had in mind for her dalmatian fur coat.

Harriette: Uh-oh!

Carlisle: Well, that can't mean anything good.

Harriette: I certainly hope she's not thinking of doing what I think she's thinking of doing.

Carlisle: She's the devil wrapped in human flesh and blood. What else could she be thinkin' of doin'?

Harriette: So, that's how she's thinking of getting her filthy talons on a dalmatian puppy coat, then. You know what, Carlisle? Forget hoping we can get kicked outta this hell house. We gotta find a way to alert the proper authorities that Cruella De Vil is about to return to her old ways and repeat her dog-napping conviction against the judge's orders, no doubt. That way we'll get her off of everyone's back and not just ours.

Carlisle: Yeah, we really shoulda seen her plans to take her frustrations with her original plans for the fur coat out on the new generation of the famous Pongos comin'. Now, it's gonna be the Pongos' grand-puppies she'll be after. This is bound to get ugly.

Harriette: We've gotta find a way to get the word out that Cruella has returned to her old self, in fact. Who'd have guessed that there was a weak point in that doctor's cure for crazy.

That was around when Harriette suddenly stopped in her tracks as she thought of something important.

Harriette (continued): The doctor from the prison. Surely, he'd wanna know a thing or two about the weak point in his treatment finding its way to Miss De Vil.

Carlisle: Look who's naïve now, sister. If the prison doc had ever even wanted to reveal the weakness in his cure for the devil woman, don't you think that he'd have done it by now?

Harriette tried to make an argument against her own brother-like dog friend, but she suddenly saw that Carlisle was right about Doctor Strabane having already revealed the weakness in his cure by the time his cure's weak point had found its way to Cruella if he had wanted to reveal it to the public.

Harriette: You're right, Carlisle. Any doctor who'd rather keep quiet about a weakness in his or her cure for something than warn the public of said weakness obviously can't be trusted. We'll have to find someone else who'll spit the secret weakness out the minute they hear about such a weakness in any cure for insanity. We'd better find a way to get this secret weakness in the devil woman's cure to the probation office at least, if anyone we can trust to get it out in the open.

Meanwhile back with both Cruella and Jermaine as they plotted another abduction at the hands of a mad woman by the name of Miss De Vil, Jermaine just continued to smile at Cruella's evil plot.

Jermaine Merion Sabano: S-sounds w-wonderful, Miss De Vil 'mon.

Then, Cruella called out to Jermaine as he immediately rushed to her beck and call.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Jermaine, I need you. I'm yours. Furnish yourself with a torch, a large sack and rubber-soled shoes.

Then, Cruella stated what else she would have needed in order to finally get her dalmatian puppy coat.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Meanwhile, I need a furrier.

It then appeared as though inspiration for her furrier's location had struck Miss De Vil.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): And I know just where to find him.

Then, Cruella cackled as she went off to fetch her furrier for the dalmatian puppy fur coat she so richly craved with her satisfaction in mind.