Truth or Dare?:
A collaborative Fan-Fiction
by Swift Fox and Two-Tone Dalmatian
Chapter One:
It was a dark and creepy night as the one hundred and one dalmatian puppies played Truth or Dare. Cadpig went first.
"Boomer", she yelled in a silly way! "Truth or Dare?"
Now Boomer was kinda chicken so he chose truth.
Cadpig and Two-Tone smiled at each other and huddled. The two girl pups broke out of their huddle with a giggle. Cadpig began walking toward Boomer while Two-tone just looked on with an evil grin on her face.
Boomer began to shake, fearing what question might be posed. Cadpig stopped in front him and emphasizing each word said, "Who, do, you, like?"
Boomer swallowed and in a squeaky voice he stammered his answer, "Uhh I like…I like… I like Jewel!"
Everyone started laughing. Boomer ran away into the hay loft crying and Jewel simply fainted.
Lucky yelled up towards the loft, "Hey Boomer! It's your turn."
The shy pup called back, "I'm…I'm nnnnnot playing!"
Lucky smiled and said, "Well I guess it's my turn then!"
"OHHHH NOOOO" shouted Rolly, "It's my turn." He turned to Lucky and asked, "Truth or Dare?"
Lucky said confidently, "Truth!"
Rolly asked, "If you found every single one of your Thunder Bolt things was stolen, who would you judge first and why?"
Lucky thought about it for a minute then replied, "Hmm. I would judge, umm, Mooch! 'Cause he's always mean to me!"
Mooch bolted toward Lucky screaming, "Why you!"
"Arrgh!", Lucky yelled as he turned tail and ran.
The next thing the puppies knew Lucky was being chased right out the door by Mooch!!!
So Two-Tone went and before anyone could argue she said, "Tripod! Truth or Dare?"
Tripod, always wanting to out-do everyone, called out, "Double Dog Dare!"
The pups all gasped, but Two-Tone was ready for the cocky young dog. She laid out his 'double dog dare', "Ok Tripod. Sneak into Lt. Pug's dog house and bring his Helmet right back here!"
Tripod gulped, a look of concern on his face. Nervously he accepted the challenge as he sneaked outside the pups lined up in the barn door and watched him go. He sneaked inside Pug's doghouse and disappeared from view. The sound of Lt. Pug's snoring was clearly audible to the pups at the barn. When it suddenly stopped the Dalmatians were fearful that their brother had woken the surely pug. They waited tensely for the small dog's wrath to erupt from the doghouse preceded by Tripod. Then the snoring continued and shortly thereafter, Tripod's three-legged silhouette could be seen dragging something out of Pug's doghouse.
The pups let out a sigh of relief and few gave out cheerful, yet quiet yips at their brother's success.
Returning to the barn with his prize in tow, Tripod said "What do I do with it?"
Patch took the helmet and threw it aside and patted his brother on the back. He smiled and said, "Ok Tripod. Yours will be the last turn. After yours the game will stop."
Tripod smiled and said, "Ok."
All the pups went and sat down to await Tripod's dare. Usually Tripod dared Lucky, but this time they all expected Tripod to exact revenge on Two-tone.
Tripod surprised everyone when he spoke, "Wizzer! Truth or Dare?"
Everyone looked at Tripod in shock. Wizzer, who had been laughing and talking to Fidget, looked up at Tripod and said, "Me?"
Tripod shook his head in the affirmative and asked again, "Truth or Dare Wiz?"
Wizzer was afraid, but he wanted to look tough so he said, shakily, "Dare."
Tripod said, "Ok Wizzer. I dare you to hold it for an hour and if you can't you have to go on Rogers Computer!
Wizzer look a little concerned and asked, "Starting now or in a few minutes?"
"Now!" Tripod shot back.
"Oh." Wizzer said, then took a minute to think before answering. Standing up a little straighter he said confidently, "Ok!"
"Hey!" Cadpig shouted, "While we're waiting, let's watch TV!"
The puppies all barked in agreement and gathered close in the hazy light from the television. But as the minutes passed, Wizzer was beginning to regret his hasty decision. A half-hour into his dare, the little pup was fidgeting and beginning to whimper a little. Tripod and the other pup noticed Wiz's discomfort and began to smile.
"Everything ok there Wizzer?" Tripod asked, feigning concern.
Through clenched feet Wizzer replied, "Sure. Never better."
But the little pup wasn't fooling anyone and 15 minutes before his dare was complete, Wizzer jumped up and started to bark loudly, "I CANT HOLD IT ANY LONGER!"
"You know the rules." Tripod said tersely.
Wizzer pleaded, "PLEASE LET ME GO!! I HAAAVE TO GO NOW!!"
Tripod simply marched over to the barn doors, sat down and lifting his only forepaw, pointed towards the farmhouse.
Wizzer practically flew by Tripod, the breeze he created in his passing gently stirring the three-legged puppy's fur.
From far away the puppies could hear, "Wizzer. Watch it boy. What are you doing? No. No! NO!! Not on the computer!" Zzzzt. Zzzzt! Zzzzt! BOOM!!!
The pups all dove for cover at the loud explosion. When they looked again, light smoke was billowing out of the attic windows and Wizzer was dragging himself back to the barn. His fur was a little singed. All the puppies were in awe, Tripod included. They hadn't really expected him to do it.
Wizzer crawled, barely noticed into the barn and amongst his brothers and sisters. He looked at each of them and they looked at him, finally noticing he was here.
As he opened his mouth a little smoke cloud blew out of it, and in a hoarse voice he admitted, "I'll never do that again." Then the little pup collapsed right there and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter Two:
Early the next morning, marching into the barn came Pongo and Perdita.
"Line up children." Perdy said," Quickly now, quickly. Your father and I have a few questions for the lot of you."
The puppies' quick gait slowed after hearing that their parents had questions to ask. That usually meant somepuppy was gonna get in trouble, and they all had an idea as to who's tail was in the cooker.
Once the puppies had assembled Pongo began," Last night, somepuppy relieved themselves on Roger's computer." He paused before continuing. "Wizzer." Pongo singled the incontinent pup out, "Please come with your mother and I. Everyone else, just stay where you are."
Wizzer shrank back when Pongo called his name, a small pool beginning to form around his haunches. Reluctantly, he followed his parents out of the barn, watched on by the rest of the pups.
The three Dalmatians were gone for a good while and the puppies were starting to get nervous. When Wizzer started to cry, a panic nearly broke out. Then the pups began to get angry and began to turn on each other.
"It's Tripod's fault. He's the one who gave Wiz the dare!" Shouted one pup.
"Yeah! And he wouldn't even give Wizzer a break when he begged to go to the bathroom!" Agreed another pup.
Tripod shot back, "Oh yeah!? W, well I wouldn't have dared him if we had played kick ball like I wanted to! But Cadpig wanted to play Truth or Dare instead!" He turned and pointed and accusing paw at Cadpig, "It's all your fault!" He shouted.
"Well that's all we needed to hear." Said the calm voice of Perdita.
All the puppies gasped and turned around to see that their mother and father were standing in the doorway watching them with Wizzer at their paws.
"Run along Wizzer." Pongo said, nudging the little pup's bottom with his nose. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
"Oh I have. I have." Said Wizzer honestly, "Thank you Mother. Thank you Father!" Then the little pup scurried off.
The rest of the puppies watched the display in utter amazement. "If Wizzer wasn't in trouble then who was?" They all asked themselves.
"Tripod." Barked Perdita.
"Cadpig." Barked Pongo.
Their parents' commanding barks brought them all back to reality and their heads snapped back around immediately. All their attention was again focused on their mother and father.
"Don't make us call you again." Warned Pongo.
Tripod and Cadpig slowly walked toward their parents, who parted and directed the two puppies to continue toward the farmhouse. As Tripod and Cadpig passed by them, the adult dogs came into step behind them and escorted them both into the kitchen and out of earshot.
Once inside, Pongo and Perdy addressed their two offspring who were directed to sit before them.
"You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves!" Began their father.
"Children, " Continued Perdita, "This kind of behavior we expect from Lucky or Dipstick, but not from you two."
The remark was scalding to the young puppies and they flinched as they heard their mother's words.
"Your mother and I really thought that you and your brother were two of the most well behaved pups on the farm." Pongo picked the scolding up from their mother, "Now we're not sure how much mischief that the two of you have started and have slid the blame on somepup else."
"We're very disappointed." Their mother said, continuing her mate's thoughts. She then looked directly at Tripod, giving Cadpig a reprieve, "What you did to your poor brother was unspeakable Tripod. When we had heard what happened, we were amazed. We understand that dear Wizzer has a problem, but he had never done anything as malicious as what he felt compelled to do last night."
"So the two of you are to be punished." Pongo said flatly, "Tripod for coercing your brother to do such a thing. Cadpig for suggesting to play such an awful game."
"The both of you will be grounded for one week in the…" Perdita paused, regretting what she was about to say. Then, mustering up the courage to look passed the pouting eyes of her puppies before her, she finished, "In the crate."
Both pups erupted in a whimpering plea, "No mother! Please don't ground us in the crate!"
Perdy looked about to break, but their father stepped in and yapped angrily, "That's enough! Now off you go! Get moving!"
Tripod and Cadpig gave their father a fleeting sorrowful look before turning and, tail between their legs, began their slow walk into a week's confinement. A confinement that would let them see the outside four times a day, and even then, on a leash. Stepping over the metal lip of the pan and onto the newspaper spread evenly across the floor, both pups paused to wonder what lay ahead for the next few days. Then with a nudge on their haunches by their father's forepaw, they continued the rest of the way in and sat, dejectedly on the Sunday paper.
Pongo gave out a loud bark and soon thereafter Roger walked into the room. He looked into the crate at the two puppies. He looked at Pongo and patted him on the head and said, "I'd never have believed it. So these are our two culprits, huh Pongo?"
Pongo gave out a quiet whimper in reply.
"I know. I know Pongo old boy." Roger tried to comfort. "Being a parent isn't always easy. But it's for the better in the long run." Roger reached down and closed the crate door, drawing the bolt across and through the hasp sealing the pups in the crate.
Cadpig and Tripod rushed to the side of the crate, stood up on their hind legs and balanced themselves up on the metal crossbars with their front paws. The both let out a little howl and whimper. Pongo was about to scold them again when Roger said what he would have, only softer and with more compassion.
"Now, now, now little ones." He said, "Let's not make things any worse with a lot of barking and howling. Your time will go by quick enough. But if you carry on so, you'll be in those crates a lot longer than your parents have in mind." He then turned to Pongo and Perdy, who had just walked back up to stand beside her mate. "Say you two." He asked the adult dogs, "How long are they to be in there?"
Pongo let out one sharp bark, but Roger just laughed and shook his head. He didn't really understand dogspeak. Instead, he surprised both dogs when he gave them each a scratch behind the ears and told them, "You let me know when they can come out again."
Both dogs barked cheerfully in reply. Then turned and walked out of the room. Roger followed, scratching his head and wondering what it all meant.
Cadpig and Tripod were left alone together, locked in the open wire crate.
"Aw man!" Complained Tripod "This is all your fault!"
Cadpig, sitting yoga style in a corner of the crate, shook herself out of her trance. "Huh?" She said, " Did you say something Tripod?"
"This is gonna be a long week" Sighed Tripod claiming his own corner of the crate he began some reps of push-ups.
"One, two, three. One! Two, two, three. Two! Three, two, three…"
"Ohmmmmmmm…"
THE END
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