(Song: Automic Dog, by George Clinton)
Yeah, this is the story
of famous dogs
For the dog that
chases it's tail
will be dizzy
These are
clappin' dogs
Rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs
house dogs
street dogs
dogs of the world
Unite
Dancin' dogs
Yeah, countin' dogs
Funky dogs
Nasty dogs
(Auromic Dog. Automic Dog)
In life
All my boys
when they're
out there walkin'
the street
and they compete
Oh the dog now
(Bow, wow, wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay. Bow, wow, wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay.)
Untied dog in a
telemeric society
they aint your average
hunkleberry hound
why must i feel
like that
ah why must i
chase the cat
for the dog in me
Why must i feel
like that
why must i
chase the cat
Nothin' but
the dog in me
why must i feel
like that
why must i
chase the cat
nothin' but
the dog in me
why must i feel
like that
why must i
chase the cat
nothin' but
the dog in me
A-Do
the dogcatcher
dogcatcher
do the dogcatcher
nothin' but
the dog in me
(Bow, wow, wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay. Bow, wow, wow, yippy-yo, yippy-yay.)
(Just walkin' the dog. Automic Dog.)
Futuristic bow wow
Yeah
leadin' the pack
wild dog
That's the dog in me
aint nothin' but
the dog in me
It's the dog in me
nothin' but
the dog in me
there's a dog in me
the dog is in me
talkin' dogs
do you wanna do
the dogcatcher
no no
then why don't you
do it again for me
house-trained dogs
wild dogs
(Why must i feel like that? Why must i chase that cat?)
The
Texas
104
DALMATIANS
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104 1: New Years Eve Visit.
UK
London, England
Insane Asylum
December 31'st, (2019)
The ice coldness filled the air as snow rained down from the night sky upon the city of London, England, and all of it's people were safe and soundly at home with their families, and all of their children were safely tucked away, sound asleep in their beds, while dreams of the new year danced in their heads. The year (2018) had come and gone and had become a thing of the past for London and the rest of the world...and after this cold, blissful, winterous night...so would (2019). After tonight, the (2010's) would finally be over. For tonight, at 12:00 Midnight, the ball would drop, and the whole world would be cellebrating going into it's new year, as well as it's new and third era of the 21'st century: THE (2020's).
All across London, people were preparing themselves to cellebrate the New Year. Even hospitals. Especially one paticular hospital on the outskirts of London. A hospital known as "INSANE ASYLUM." Now, this hospital was not the kind people went to because they were sick or hurt real bad. No, no. This hospital was different from all the rest. This was a hospital that was for the deranged, demented and the psychotic. A mental hospital. A prison for the criminally insane. This hospital housed some of the most desturbed, insane, deranged, demented, psychotic people. People that were so crazy, they were too dangerous to be around other inmates in prison. These people were like the ones a person would only imagine seeing in a horror film. Some of the doctors who worked here would even tell each other that most, if not, all of the patients are way beyond help. In fact, most of the patients were so unstable that hardly anyone came to see their loved ones.
But on this paticular night...someone was coming to visit with one of their loved ones. A purple (1937) car drove up on the snow covered property of the hospital, with it's headlights on, and park itself, with the word 'DE VIL' written on the front license plate of the vehicle.
The headlights turned off, the driver door opened, and out stepped a beautiful woman with black and white hair and brown eyes, smoking a cigarette through a long, purple cigarette holder. She then closed the door to her car and headed toward the big building up ahead of her. The building looked like a castle on the outside. And a spooky castle at that. Probably because it use to be one before being turned into a mental facility. It was so big, so dark and so creepy, it looked like the Arkam Asylum from Batman. But, despite how spooky it may have been, the two-face haired woman maintaned her bravery and continued onward towards the castle-like building. She walked up to the double doors, opened the one on the right, and entered inside the building.
The inside of the facility looked just as much like a castle as it did on the outside. And it was very quiet. Dead quiet. As the woman walked through the building, she looked around and saw that there was no one in plane sight. All of the patients were most likely in their rooms, locked up, to ensure the safety of nurses, doctors and other staff members.
The woman looked up ahead and saw a black woman sitting behind a desk and walked through the foyer and exited through the circuler cordoor and walked up to the desk.
The woman was dressed like a (1970's) nurse. Her hair was even in a 70's style.
"Excuse me, ma'am." Said the black and white haired woman in a Hungerian accent.
The black woman looked up at the two-face haired woman. "Yes, can i help you?" She asked in a british accent.
"Yeah, hi, uh, i'm here to see a reletive of mine." Said the Hungerian woman.
"What's you're name?" Asked the nurse.
"Diane De ViL." Said the Hungerian woman.
"De ViL?" The nurse asked.
"Yes. D-E-V-I-L: De ViL." Said the Hugerian woman now known as Diane.
"So that means you're here to see patient 104 then, right?" Said the nurse.
"Yes. Yes, it does." Said Diane.
"(Laughs)!" The nurse laughed. "I thought you said you were here to see patient 104. No one's been here to see patient 104 in over two years. Now then...what was that you were saying?"
"I'm here to see patient 104." Said Diane.
The nurse's smile faded. "That's a first. Especially since no one has been here to see patient 104 since (2017). Alright then, follow me." The nurse picked a pair of keys up off the desk, walked from behind the desk and led Diane over to one of the doors. She used one of the keys to unlock the door and opened it. "Stay close to me." The nurse led Diane through the door and down a hallway that had several numbered doors on both sides of the wall.
"Are all of these doors to patients' rooms?" Asked Diane.
"Yes. Yes, they are." Said the nurse.
"This place sure is quiet. Too quiet. Where is everybody?" Said Diane.
"All of the patients are locked away in their rooms to ensure the safety of staff members." Said the nurse.
"And where are the staff members?" Asked Diane.
"They're all in the board room having a meeting. The only reason i'm not in there with them is because they said i needed to be at the desk in case anyone came by the visit their loved ones. I told them that it was unlikely that anyone would come here to see their reletives. Imagine my suprise when you showed up here, of all places." Said the nurse.
"But don't people come here all the time to see their loved ones?" Asked Diane.
"Not until you came along. You're the first visitor we've gotton since (1919)." Said the nurse.
"You mean to tell me you haven't had a visitor here in over 100 years?" Asked Diane.
"Yes. Yes, i do. But who's counting?" Said the nurse. She and Dine then stopped at a door numbered '666.' "Okay, here we are. Room 666."
"This is the room of patient 666?" Asked Diane.
"Yes. Yes, it is." Said the nurse before opening the door. "Doctor Falon?"
"Yes?" Came a female Australian voice from inside the room.
"One of your patient's reletives is here." Said the nurse.
A woman then stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her. She had short blond hair and blue eyes. She wore a 70's nurse's outfit, a white lab coat, white stockings and white high heel shoes. This was Dr. Emily Falon. "Thank you, nurse."
The nurse then walked back down the hallway, leaving Diane and the Australian doctor.
"How is she doing, doctor?" Asked Diane.
"Well, she's coming along." Said Emily.
"What's the matter with her?" Asked Diane.
"You loved one is suffering from loss of memory. Amnesia." Said Emily.
"Amnesia? She's never had anything like that before. How did she get it?" Asked Diane.
"We really don't know. Amnesia's one of those mysterious things that can develop very quickly." Said Emily.
"Doctor...i don't know how to say this, but my cousan's been known to play some pretty strange tricks on people from time to time. Back in (2017), she set up a contest over in the U.S. and made a young girl the winner just to get her over here in London so she could steal her Dalmatian puppy and add it to her collection of all of the other Dalmatian puppy population she had stashed away in Mexico. You are aware of this, aren't you?" Said Diane.
"I am fully aware of your cousan's involvement in all three incidents involving London, England's Dalmatian puppy population." Said Emily.
"Good. Now then, with that being said,...is it possible she could be faking this whole thing as well?" Asked Diane.
"Absolutely not. How would you explain a woman not knowing who she is for two whole years? As far as i'm concerned, this is your classic amnesia." Said Emily.
"But she's gonna be alright, isn't she?" Asked Diane.
"Well, that's up to you. Her recovery and well-being is entirely up to you. Up to this point, no one has been by to see since she was brought in on October 31'st of (2017). No friends, no family, nobody. As far as i know, you're all she has." Said Emily.
"I suppose you're right. Can i see her now, doctor?" Asked Diane.
"Sure, that'll be fine. But try not to upset her." Said Emily. She then opened the door to room 666. "Miss De ViL, we have a visitor out here for you."
"Okay, send them in." Came a female voice from inside the room.
"Remember what i said." Said Emily.
"I know. Try not to upset her." Said Diane.
"Right. I'll be right out here if you need me." Said Emily.
"Okay." Said Diane. She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. The Hungarian woman walked over to a bed, where a blond haired woman was lying, and sat down on it. "Hi, Cruella. Cruella."
The blond haired woman, known as Cruella, turned her attention to Diane.
"Hi." Said Diane.
"Who are you?" Asked Cruella.
"It's me, Cruella, Diane."
"Diane who?" Asked Cruella.
"Diane De ViL."
"Never heard of you." Said Cruella.
"Listen, Cruella. Now, you're Cruella De ViL." Said Diane.
"Who's she?" Asked Cruella.
"That's you." Said Diane.
"Never heard of her." Said Cruella.
"Listen. Now, you're Cruella De ViL, and i'm Diane De ViL. And we're cousans of the De ViL family, and you live here in London, England."
"Where's that?" Asked Cruella.
"That's in United Kingdom. UK for short." Said Diane.
"UK? Where's that?" Asked Cruella.
"That's where we are now." Said Diane.
"Never heard of it." Said Cruella. "Why don't you leave me alone anyway. You're beginning to bother me. Hey, nurse! Nurse, come and get her out of here!"
"Wait a minute, listen to me now. Now try and remember. You see, me and you, we're both famous celebrities." Said Diane. "Or at least one of us is, anyway." She had remembered that Cruella's fashion house, the HOUSE OF DE VIL, had been condemned and closed down by the UK authorities and HUMANE ASSOCIATION in (2017) after it was discovered that Cruella's company, DE VIL INDUSTRIES, had been killing dogs for their fur to use in her fashionline since her early release from prison in (2007), as well as her involvement in the incident in Mexico, on Devil's Island, with the 103 Dalmatians. "Anyway, you were a fashion mogal, who ran a fashion house called the HOUSE OF DE VIL in (2017), and i'm a well known famous actress from Hungary."
"The HOUSE OF DEVIL?" Asked Cruella.
"That's right." Said Diane.
"Never heard of it. Get on out of here and stop bothering me. Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!" Said Cruella.
"Cruella, don't you remember anything? Don't you remember being a fashion mogal, running you're own fashion house, and living in your very own mansion and how we use to play together when we were little girls?" Asked Diane.
"I wish i could tell you yes, but...i don't." Said Cruella.
"Not even after being here in this hospital for two whole years?" Said Diane.
"Fraid not." Said Cruella.
"Listen to me, Cruella. You've been here for two whole years. Way longer than you should've been. As soon as you're well enough, i'm gonna take you out of here. I'm gonna take you home." Said Diane.
"I don't wanna leave this place. I like it here." Said Cruella.
"I'm gonna take real good care of you at home. I'm gonna take you out of here." Said Diane.
"That's nice, Diane." Said Cruella.
"Diane. You called me Diane. Then you remember who i am."
"No, i just know your name because you told me." Said Cruella.
"Oh." Said Diane. "Listen, Cruella. Try to get some sleep, and i'll come back in here and i'll see you later. But before i go...i want you to take one more look at me."
Cruella looked at Diane.
"Now do you know who i am?" Asked Diane.
"I think so." Said Cruella.
"That's great. I'm not gonna say no more. Just get some rest, and i'll come back and see you some other time. Bye, Cruella." Said Diane.
"Bye, Danna." Said Cruella incorrectly.
Diane then got up from the bed and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
"Well, did she remember you?" Asked Emily.
"No. Listen doctor, how long is she gonna be like that?" Asked Diane.
"Oh, that's impossible to say." Said Emily. "We had an amnesia patient here once. He was here for four weeks. He couldn't remember his name, his address, nothing. Then all of a sudden, one day-(Snaps Fingers)."
"He remembered?" Asked Diane.
"No, he died." Said Emily.
"But my cousan's gonna be alright, isn't she?" Asked Diane.
"Yes. She's a very healthy woman. She sleeps well and eats well." Said Emily.
"What kind of doctor are you?" Asked Diane.
"I'm a mental health doctor." Said Emily.
"How do you treat a patient that has amnesia?" Diane asked.
"Well, there's no spucific cure. The best thing you can do is take her home." Said Emily.
"Take her home? Do you think that's the best place for her?" Asked Diane.
"Absolutely. She should have familiar surroundings. She should have loving care and attention. She needs to know that life isn't over for her and that this old world is still a pretty wonderful place to live in." Said Emily.
"Well, i'll come and get her in the morning." Said Diane.
"That's the best thing. You come tomorrow morning. I'm sure that once she gets home, she'll feel much better. I'll notefy the Judge and see what he has to say about her being discharged. After that, i'll set up a hearing for miss De ViL with the hospital board and let them decide if wheather or not she should be released." Said Emily.
"Thank you." Said Diane before walking back down the hallway towards the exit.