102 Dalmatians-An Animated Version with Different Characters

Gomenasai for the Demonstrators

As he fixed his hair after kicking his own servants out of his trailer, Fukushima Peruto further prepared himself to talk to the woman he idolized like a goddess who he had placed atop a high pedestal which he had always seen as untouchable until she attended his fur fashion show in secret.

Fukushima Peruto: Kuruerra De Viru, my aidoru, my inspiration at my show.

Fukushima then positioned his hand for Miss De Vil to have a seat in at least one of two chairs which sat within his trailer. Then, Fukushima pulled a glass of the finest sake in Japan from out of a container of ice. He even poured a couple shots of the stuff into his own personal shot glasses for Miss De Vil and himself to enjoy, along with one another's company.

Fukushima Peruto (continued): Gomenasai, De Viru-san, for arru the demonstrators.

Of course, Cruella spoke to Fukushima with such staged empathy that one would have wondered where her loyalties ever lied.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Demonstrators? I could've sworn they were critics.

There was suddenly another knock on the door to Fukushima's trailer, which the Japanese furrier in question did not appreciate. Of course, Peruto thrust the open bottle of sake back into the ice bucket before he headed over to the door to his trailer from which he heard the knock. He had wanted nothing more from then to shoo away whoever was on the other side of his trailer door at the time, interrupting his conversation with the present company of a Miss Cruella De Vil. As soon as he opened his trailer door, however, the intruder turned out to have been none other than Cruella's own Jamaican valet, Jermaine. Fukushima ordered his leave, anyway.

Fukushima Peruto: Go away!

As soon as he made it back to the table at which he and Cruella had been sitting and enjoying their sake shots, Fukushima fixed his hair once more, even with nothing wrong with it in the first place.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Fukushima_

Of course, Cruella and Fukushima then clanked their shot glasses of sake against one another just as the French would have with their beloved champagne.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): _ you've come such a long way from poaching ferrets.

Then, Fukushima had his own comment to give to his personal goddess of fur fashion.

Fukushima Peruto: And you, out of prison, at rast.

Of course, then there was another knocking on Fukushima's trailer door. He miserably threw his shot glass full of sake. The shot glass, of course, shattered upon contact with the wall of his trailer, and the sake splashed everywhere on his wall.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Yes. Terrible experience, prison.

Then, the door opened, and Jermaine stepped foot inside, anyway, with or without permission from either Fukushima or even Cruella. He also had the large sack she had order him to get in order to steal puppies from the houses of every one of the Pongos' puppies' owners. It did hold the Pongos' grand-puppies that lived with their parentals out in the British countryside, anyway. It was at least the unlucky select few of them from out in the English countryside that Jermaine had brought into Fukushima's trailer with him after his long, and tiring journey. Fukushima, however, was not very pleased that such a man had entered his trailer unannounced and uninvited.

Fukushima Peruto: Who are you, puny man? And what are you doing in my toreirer?

That was when Cruella hit Jermaine in the meek Jamaican's ribcage. It had really hurt, too.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: My word! You shouldn't have brought them in here, you idiot!

Of course, Jermaine tried to explain himself as best as he possibly could have to his boss lady.

Jermaine Merion Sabano: But I_

That was when Fukushima interrupted Jermaine as the Jamaican tried to explain himself to his boss lady, the devil woman.

Fukushima Peruto: He's with you!

Then, Fukushima, himself, slapped Jermaine in the ribcage as well, having suddenly realized that the puny man he had accused of entering his trailer unannounced and uninvited actually had come with his beloved inspiration. Of course, such a fact had not made Fukushima very happy to have had Jermaine in his trailer, but Fukushima knew to swallow his manly pride. Just as the Japanese furrier was about to begrudgingly welcome the puny man into his trailer, something from within the sack in Jermaine's hands went off in a certain kind of animal sound. Fukushima looked at the burlap sack in Jermaine's hands with just a small hint of curiosity. Then, he looked at Cruella for an answer as to what lie within the sack.

Fukushima Peruto (continued): Nande this?

Of course, Miss De Vil was only too happy to have to explain the contents of the sack in her Jamaican valet's hands to Fukushima.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Your salvation, Fukushima. Peruto-san has clearly run out of ideas.

Of course, Fukushima only scoffed at Cruella's assumption that he had run out of ideas for his fur fashion career. Then, Cruella approached him with an idea of her own which had to do with the contents of the burlap sack which lay directly in her Jamaican valet, Jermaine's, hands at the present time.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): I propose_

Then, Cruella called Fukushima over to a different area of his own fashion trailer with the use of her own fingers.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): _an alliance_

Fukushima Peruto: Hmm?

Cruella just continued on with her proposal to Fukushima from within his fashion trailer.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: _ between Peruto-san and the House of De Vil.

Fukushima, of course, could only reply to Miss De Vil's answer to his curiosity about the contents of the burlap sack onto which Jermaine held that would have been nothing more than that of a simplistic guess, but was the whole truth, nevertheless.

Fukushima Peruto: You have an idea in the bag?

Cruella had only needed the art of persuasion on her side from that point forward with Fukushima's agreement to her proposal of their alliance. Luckily, she had all of it and a side order of chips.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Oh, Fukushima. Together, you and I will make a coat so soft, so luxurious, so practical in any weather, so bad that we'll rip the veils off the eyes of fashion and write our names in the pantheon of stars.

Of course, Fukushima was still not sold on Cruella's sale of her idea regarding her proposal to their alliance.

Fukushima Peruto: Of course. From ko inu.

Then, Cruella backed up her offer to Fukushima for their alliance.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman: Ah, not just any ko inu.

That was when Cruella clapped her hands together multiple times for her valet, Jermaine, to bring the burlap sack from within his hands to her for her to have any a chance of further convincing of Fukushima to their alliance as long as he had brought the burlap sack into the Japanese furrier's trailer, anyway.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman (continued): Ko inu with_

As she pulled the young pup out of the burlap sack in her Jamaican valet's hands, all three people present at the time replied about the puppy that Cruella reached into the sack for and pulled out of it.

Cruella De Vil/Estella von Hellman, Fukushima Peruto and Jermaine Merion Sabano, all together: Spots.

The unsuspecting pup even started sniffing cutely at Fukushima as though the pup had high hopes of being pet by him.