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Hey y'all. :3

Yeah! A new fic with Lady and the Tramp. I'm not sure where this is going. I should've written a draft of the whole story, but who cares? 8D Hope you guys enjoy it.

Games in the Dog Life

Chapter One: Hectic Hassles.

With the lingering satisfaction that came crazily driving around the streets of England, there was also a complete failure. Lady was beginning to find herself more exhausted each day with having to argue with Tramp. She never knew why. They just occurred. Even over the smallest things. Although, they were all very content with their home—especially Angel. And, patently, if Angel was happy, then so was Scamp.

"The twenty-first of March," Darling announced as she placed the calender on the wall. "Junior's birthday isn't far, Jim Dear." The slender lady lobbed her arms around her husband's neck, beaming as he chuckled.

"Yes. Our son has grown to be a strong one."

They eyed their young son, Junior, who'd soon turn three years of age. He held Angel in his arms, beaming and chuckling at every movement she made. Angel had just spun around, her tail wagging about violently to display her satisfaction. It was clear she had felt cajoled and excited to please him some more.

"Angel! Angel!" the toddler cried, as he grabbed her tail and dragged her to him. Fortunately, it didn't pain her once. She was his height when he was sat on the mat, anyway.

It was only a few minutes later that Scamp had to break in from the garden, his paws full of mud, to spoil the fun again. Like always, he was the restless one in the household, or known to Jim Dear as 'the One on Fire'. He grabbed Angel with his muddy paws—which soon set both of the small pups rolling down the corridor. Although Angel had been hysterically laughing with Scamp through the process, as soon as she erected onto her paws, she frowned.

"Scamp! You got my coat all wet!" she scolded. Scamp rolled his eyes. She sounded just like his mother, Lady.

"What happened to not caring about the state of our coats? Look at mine!" he beamed as he stuck his chest out. Angel groaned. How could he be so proud of being dirty? But he was right. Angel had changed since the day she had been adopted by Scamp's family. She had begun to care about the state of her coat, finding the dog food tasty and finishing everything on her bowl, more naps than she had ever had before. And, not the mention, she enjoyed her baths!

She had grown to become more mature and the complete opposite to Scamp; even after being a junkyard dog. Scamp seemed to find this annoying. He was on his own now. The only restless one in the house.

"Yeah! You're right," she agreed. Scamp beamed at this. He knew she'd come around. "...I have changed. But I like it. Being a house dog is cool, and so is having a family. How could you not want this? Besides, I used to say that before—when I was a junkyard dog."

"Eh, whatever." Scamp shrugged. He didn't have time for their bickering anymore. He had noticed that his mother had been feeling a little down, though. That was all that mattered to him. "Have you seen Mom?"

"Mom? Uh, yeah. I saw her in the living room a while back." Angel acknowledged. She was used to calling Lady her mother now, although Lady wasn't her real mother. She had gotten more closer to Lady than anyone. The husky puppy began licking her beautiful, creamy fur.

"Thanks! I'm gonna go find her."

Tramp indignantly sprinted out from inside the house to encounter his three daughters: Annette, Colette and Danielle. He huffed as he lay inside the dog house, his head rested on his paws. He wore the same expression as he did whenever he had an argument with Lady. He just didn't understand why they had these arguments. They had been so happy before... Until Tramp had found an old ribbon that his old girlfriend, Peg, had given him as a gift.

The mistake was so terribly made, it caused Tramp and Lady's love to part from them a little. But it was Tramp's fault for bragging about it.

"...But I was only joking with her. I didn't know she'd take it this hard..." Tramp whispered to himself. They had only begun arguing five days ago. His three daughters approached him. Danielle, being the cheekiest of them all, spoke first.

"Hiya, Dad. Did you say something stupid to Mom, again?" She hadn't realized this question was offensive.

"Danielle!" Annette whispered forcefully as she elbowed her sister.

"Oh! Um, sorry..." the pup apologized. I meant... Did you and Mom have another argument?"

Tramp sighed as he erected onto his haunches. "It seems so. But it's all my fault."

"How?" Collette intruded, eyeing her father.

"I'd prefer for you to not know, girls." he told them gently. "I'm sorry."

The girls all huffed in disappointment. There was nothing to do and it seemed they were up for a story. It didn't sound like a happy thing. Of course not! But it was still kind of catching. The girls didn't believe they were being nosy. It would've been interesting to anyone. Even Jock; who found everything boring. Danielle rolled onto her back, gazing up at the cloudless sky and attempting to suck the golden, metal part of her white collar. Annette and Colette, seeming more mature and polite than Danielle, were sat quietly, gazing towards their father's dejected posture.

He was still laying in the dog kennel, wanting nothing to do with anyone else. It was the look in his eyes that gave away that he was heavily guilty of something.

"What do you think happened between Mom and Dad?" Colette asked, leering towards her embarrassing sister, Danielle—who was still laying on her back.

"Beats me," Annette shrugged. "But I think we should just leave it." Colette nodded at that.

"NO!" Danielle screamed from her position, drawing both of her sisters' attention. "We shouldn't just leave it! We must do something, help them!"

"But how?" Annette and Colette inquired in unison.

"I don't know for now... But, we'll think of somethin'! Just wait and see."

All Danielle's sisters could do was blink. "Of course..."

After finally clambering atop of what seemed to be a thousand pillows, Scamp throbbed himself on the windowsill. The windowsill was quite large, almost as large as the coffee tablet in front of the TV. Lady stowed at the end, and she wore a deep expression of dejection. Scamp had never seen his mother look so tearful or so 'ill'. He approached her quietly, and moistened her soft cheek—which startled her a little.

"Oh, Scamp!" she chuckled nervously afterwards. "You scared me." She took him into her arms and nuzzled him.

"Are you all right, Mom? You seem kinda sad... I've never seen you like this..." Scamp inquired. Lady felt the need to tell him, but she didn't want to. He was just a pup, he wouldn't understand. She pulled her arms away from him and sighed as she rose from her position. The cocker spaniel gave a weak smile. It was clear she was tired. Her cheeks were stained, too! She must've been crying.

"I-I'm fine, Scamp," she said as if she were in a hurry. She brushed her paw across her face to clear those visible tears. But she realized there was no use. He had already seen her. "Your mama's just tired, Scamp. It's not easy..."

"What's not easy?" he queried again.

Lady grew irritated. "Scamp—don't you have something else to do? Where's Angel?"

"She was playing with Junior." he replied. "But she said she might take a nap afterwards."

The cocker spaniel rolled her eyes. It was sweet of him to worry for her and accompany her. Although, as harsh as it sounded, he wasn't the best company for her right now. Lady needed someone who understood her situation, someone she could talk to without having to worry about their age or spilling secrets. That was it! She knew who she could speak to!

"Jock!" she gasped. She didn't realize that what she said was irrelevant until Scamp cocked his head to the left and repeated what she had just said... in a questionable way:

"Jock? You mean, Uncle Jock? What's he got to do with this? He's the one that made you sad—?"

"No, baby, no." Lady soothed, bringing her son closer to her chest. "I've just got a lot in my head right now, and speaking to him just makes me feel better—that's all."

Angel threw her ball, striped with yellow and green, over the fence. It was an accident, though. She breathed in heavily, kicking her two baby husky feet on the fence. Sometimes, she was still a rebel.

"Darn!" she exclaimed, hoping Jim Dear or Darling would somehow approach and notice the ball over the fence. It took her about a minute or two to realize the y weren't coming. Of course not! What was she thinking? Darling was busy chatting away on the phone, and Jim Dear was scrawling on his new computer. He had been earning a lot since he got his new job.

Angel sighed. No-one was coming. The juvenile husky reclined back onto the ground. But before long, she noticed a grey, hairy creature sat in the dog kennel. His head was turned away, resting on his thin, small paws and the rest of his body was hidden in the dog house. Angel recognized him as Tramp and immediately gasped in excitement. Perhaps he could help her get the ball! Or even teach her some more of his techniques, or tell her the story of how he met Lady—like he always done to all six of the puppies.

She rapidly hastened to him. "Tramp?" But she didn't even need to call. Tramp could sense she was there by her extremely loud panting. It was quite a journey, running like that from one end of the garden to the other.

"Mhm..." he murmured from his position. His voice came out muffled and tired, bored and quite angry, somehow. He didn't even bother to look at Angel.

"Well, I, um..." she started. "I was playing with Scamp's ball, again, and I kinda got it over the fence. Nobody wanted to help me," a lie wouldn't hurt, would it? "So, since you're pretty taller and stronger than me, can you help me get it down?"

She was ceasing for that one word to slip out of his muzzle, the one that'd officially unlock Angel from her cage of desperation and excitement.

"Mhm..." Tramp replied again.

Angel was seemingly bothered that he wasn't listening. "Tramp? Are you all right? You weren't listening," she stated worriedly. Tramp stood up, ignoring her again. "Aw, c'mon, Tramp! I'm not that annoying am I?" Angel's large smile started to evaporate—something wasn't right. Without saying another word, she tore to her left: straight to where Annette, Colette and Danielle had been.

Annette rolled her eyes. So did Colette. The two female pups observed the silliest sister of all—who seemed to make a fool of herself. Danielle loosely splattered the paint around the shed's wood, with no care in the world to who it hit. The shed's right side was layered in red and blue; the colour of Tramp and Lady's collars. She stopped momentarily to gaze at the colours she had just splattered; the paint oozing from the wood and dripping down onto the grass.

The grass was poisoned with the filthy, old paint Danielle had somehow managed to sneak from the garage. The was a long silence between the three sisters. The only sign of sound they all seemed to display was Colette and Annette's huffing and puffing, and Danielle's grunting whenever she had to move.

"How is this going to help? All you're doing is creating a mess!" Annette protested. "It's ugly, anyways. If I painted it, it'd be so much better."

"Annette!" Colette yelled, holding her sister's paw down. "It's not about who's is better. I'm wondering how this'll help Mom and Dad."

"It will!" Danielle defended. "I'm drawing our family all together. It'll remind Mom and Dad that we're a happy family and... BAM! We'll be running down the streets in complete happiness again."

Colette giggled. "I never knew you were so interested in fairytales."

"I'm not, okay?!" Danielle shoved her face into Colette's. "This is the best way to get two people back together."

Their conversation was ended as Angel approached them. She wore a wretched expression on her face. She pawed the ground anxiously as she spoke. "Heya guys..." she greeted desolately. "Have you seen Scamp?"

Colette and Annette whispered to each other. Danielle seemed to be the only one replying to Angel at that moment.

"Hey! Uh, nope. Well, actually... I saw Mom leaving earlier today, and Scamp was sat by the window in the living room."

"Alrighty, thanks." she smiled weakly.

"Hey, somethin' wrong?" Danielle offered the newest member of her family a compassionate look.

"Nah, I'm fine. Just feelin' blue."

Lady skipped across the road to a secluded place behind the bushes—the place where she showed Jock her first collar. There was the scottish, black, dog. He was still wearing that red coat he wore on Christmas. It was in a disgusting state; layered with mud and sand. And it also smelled of Scamp's feet whenever he rummaged in the dust bin. Lady's nose scrunched up.

"What's that smell?" she asked Jock. Jock's eyes jerked open as he quickly erected onto his paws.

"Aw, lassie! It's just you." he acknowledged in his scottish accent.

"Who else?..." Lady inquired sadly. Jock remained quiet. He could see the depression in her eyes. He had been her friend for quite a long time, and he had never seen the lassie so sad. He took a seat opposite her, looking deep into her eyes.

"Somethin' wrong, lassie?"

"Heh, you read me like a book," she chuckled. "But yeah, I am feeling quite down lately. It's about me and Tramp—I came to you to speak about it."

Jock's eyes widened really slowly. He shook his head. "Never thought he could make ya that sad, lassie," he said. "After all we've done for him, I never expected him to do such a thing."

"Oh, just wait till you find out what he's done."

The cocker spaniel felt some tears trickling down her soft, brown cheeks. She remained distracted by the barks outside, with the family constantly mentioning Tramp's name. Jock encouraged her to speak, and so she did.

"Well, it was just another morning when we woke up. We had slept in the living room as we always did—Jim Dear and Darling and everyone else was still asleep," she started. "The post man came like he always and somehow in the post, came a bow that Tramp's old girlfriend, Peg, had sent him. It was really beautiful. I hate to say it, but it was. It was embroidered with small hearts that said 'Happy Late Valentine's day, my love'."

Jock gasped.

"Then Tramp; he wore it round his neck and started mentioning how beautiful it was. Since then, me and him have been arguing over the littlest things. He says it was a joke. But I don't believe him. Jock... What if he's gone back to being... The Tramp?"

Jock sighed. "I don't think he'd ever do that to ya, lassie. He's given up so many things for ya, already. I think Tramp truly loves ya."

Lady shook her head. "He has to prove it, first. I really want to talk to him—but whenever I try to, a wave of jealousy batters up inside me whenever he mentions the time they were together. And, I just... I lose it!"

"Well, first," Jock suggested. "You need to get it through your head that he's not with her. He loves you, doesn't he? And you love him!"

Lady looked to her left. "I guess so... But I'm not sure about him. What do I do?"

"Try speaking to him. If it doesn't work, I'll have a go." he stated.

"All right," Lady agreed. "I hope it works. Just, thanks so much for everything, Jock."

Angel embraced the small mutt before he could say a word. Her tears were led to his shoulder—moisturizing it as she whimpered. Scamp just couldn't understand! He had never seen Angel so heartbroken. But he wasn't surprised. After being kicked out by approximately five families, Angel would get offended by almost anything. She was always seen as annoying in her other households. That was why she was always kicked out. But now it seemed her fear of being kicked out again took her to the point where she was just afraid of remaining in the household.

"But... Angel! Of course you're loved here! Nobody finds you annoying," Scamp cried out. "My dad's just probably grumpy."

"But, he isn't the first one, Scamp!" Angel argued, her voice shaking. "I just wanna leave before I get kicked out. Getting kicked out is painful... It really hurts your feelings. So, I wanna leave before it can happen. And I want you to come with me."

"But I can't! I have a mother, dad and sisters here that'll miss me. Not to mention Jim Dear, Junior and Darling..." Scamp pointed out, sadly.

"We'll visit them, though." Angel lied. Well, she wasn't sure if they would. Maybe Scamp could... "Well, you can. C'mon Scamp! We'll run away together. We don't need Buster or his minions to survive out on the streets. Please?"

Scamp looked deeply into her eyes, gulping. Her words made a lot of sense...