Good Boy Meets Best Musician (Closed to Ernesto)
Feb 1, 2021 19:47:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2021 19:47:27 GMT -5
While, the police showed up in time to arrest Horace, Jasper, and Cruella, Lightning found himself being forcibly dragged out of the river by police dogs who then released him into the custody of the human dog catchers who took him to the pound. Once at the pound, the employees stuck an identification number ID tag on his collar labeled, A113. He was then made to share a cell with homeless street dogs. He hated it! They were smelly and unkempt. Plus they liked teasing him for being a pet and a washed up actor.
Unable to take much more of pound life and the street dogs' dumb jokes, Lightning managed to escape from the pound employees one day. During one of their daily walks, Lightning managed to break loose from his handlers and gave them the slip. Using his small size to his advantage, the little corgi managed to squeeze his body underneath a gap under the pound yard's fence. He then ran as fast as his little short legs could carry him even with the dog catchers hot on his trail. Lightning finally managed to give them the slip by ducking into an alley and hid behind a dumpster. Only once the coast was clear did he emerge only to find to his amazement and confusion that he was no longer in London. At least he didn't think so considering how different his surroundings now looked. He didn't know it at first, but Lightning soon found himself in the middle of Walt Disney World, a magical place where nobody has even heard of him! This suited the corgi just fine as it gave him a chance to start his life anew. A chance to start over fresh only this time nobody was going to mess it up for him!
Being a freshly escaped prisoner, Lightning did have a bit of a problem that he needed to take care of right away and the sooner the better! His prisoner ID tag that the pound employees stuck on his collar. He had to get that sucker off before someone catches him, but how? Annoyingly as a dog he didn't exactly have opposable thumbs; which certainly would be a big help to him about now. He supposed he could always try chewing it off. But no that wouldn't work. No the only way his prison tag was coming of was if a human were to... 'That's it,' thought Lightning with a sly grin. All he needed to so was find the perfect sap, charm his way into their trust and then persuade them to remove the tag for him. All he had to do now was find a human that wouldn't care that he is an escapee. 'No problem. Should be a real piece of cake in a chaotic place like this. Just...what is this place anyway? I mean it's a theme park obviously, but I really don't remember walking past the admission booth and I'm pretty sure I would have remembered that if I had,' Lightning thought understandably confused as he made his way through the busy crowd of human tourists.
Overhearing them speak, Lightning stopped walking as his ears flickered. 'Hey, wait a minute! These humans all have...American accents. They don't sound British at all! But...but that just can't be! I was just running from those London Dog Catchers not ten minutes ago. This just doesn't make any logical sense! How could I have ended up in a completely different place?' While mulling all of this over he spotted something all too familiar to the Californian canine: the Hollywood walk of fame. He recognized some of the famous names on the bricks. The American accents and...and these bricks. Did he somehow get transported back to Hollywood in Cali? Did he somehow get knocked out and just dropped off here in the middle of the movie studio's grounds? Would certainly explain why he didn't recall passing through the front gates.
A new thought then crossed his busy mind when he spotted a movie set currently devoid of people with tools in it. 'How wonderfully convenient,' Lightning thought with a sly smirk as he hurried over to it. 'Maybe I won't have to try to get a human's attention after all. Besides, humans can't really understand us anyway. Why do I keep forgetting that? I mean if they could understand me then they would have known from the very start how much of a better actor I am than that overrated ham, Thunderbolt! The guy can't even remember all of his episodes much less what he does in them not unless his spotted fan tells him. How sad is that? Now I, on the other hand, have them all memorized. But does anybody notice or even care? Nope! Clearly superior talent and cuteness is not nearly enough to impress some humans,' he thought to himself as he looked through the tools inside of a toolbox. He was trying to find something he could use to remove the prisoner tag himself since he couldn't exactly rely on the humans for help.
Soon he spotted what he was looking for: a pair of pliers. Carrying them in his mouth the small sneaky dog retreated to the back of the empty studio. Ducking behind some old movie props, Lightning went to work. He knew it wouldn't be very easy controlling the pliers with his teeth, but he was going to try. Clamping the pliers around his prisoner tag he squeezed as hard as he could only to drop them without so much as making a scratch. The little dog just groaned in frustration and kicked the pliers away from him while his pointy ears flattened to the sides. If only he had some way to talk to the humans then maybe just maybe he could convince someone to remove the tag for him without arousing suspicion to himself. Hey, he could lie. He was real good at that.
ooc: Sorry about the long wait Sage, but here it is. Hope it works for you and Ernesto.
Unable to take much more of pound life and the street dogs' dumb jokes, Lightning managed to escape from the pound employees one day. During one of their daily walks, Lightning managed to break loose from his handlers and gave them the slip. Using his small size to his advantage, the little corgi managed to squeeze his body underneath a gap under the pound yard's fence. He then ran as fast as his little short legs could carry him even with the dog catchers hot on his trail. Lightning finally managed to give them the slip by ducking into an alley and hid behind a dumpster. Only once the coast was clear did he emerge only to find to his amazement and confusion that he was no longer in London. At least he didn't think so considering how different his surroundings now looked. He didn't know it at first, but Lightning soon found himself in the middle of Walt Disney World, a magical place where nobody has even heard of him! This suited the corgi just fine as it gave him a chance to start his life anew. A chance to start over fresh only this time nobody was going to mess it up for him!
Being a freshly escaped prisoner, Lightning did have a bit of a problem that he needed to take care of right away and the sooner the better! His prisoner ID tag that the pound employees stuck on his collar. He had to get that sucker off before someone catches him, but how? Annoyingly as a dog he didn't exactly have opposable thumbs; which certainly would be a big help to him about now. He supposed he could always try chewing it off. But no that wouldn't work. No the only way his prison tag was coming of was if a human were to... 'That's it,' thought Lightning with a sly grin. All he needed to so was find the perfect sap, charm his way into their trust and then persuade them to remove the tag for him. All he had to do now was find a human that wouldn't care that he is an escapee. 'No problem. Should be a real piece of cake in a chaotic place like this. Just...what is this place anyway? I mean it's a theme park obviously, but I really don't remember walking past the admission booth and I'm pretty sure I would have remembered that if I had,' Lightning thought understandably confused as he made his way through the busy crowd of human tourists.
Overhearing them speak, Lightning stopped walking as his ears flickered. 'Hey, wait a minute! These humans all have...American accents. They don't sound British at all! But...but that just can't be! I was just running from those London Dog Catchers not ten minutes ago. This just doesn't make any logical sense! How could I have ended up in a completely different place?' While mulling all of this over he spotted something all too familiar to the Californian canine: the Hollywood walk of fame. He recognized some of the famous names on the bricks. The American accents and...and these bricks. Did he somehow get transported back to Hollywood in Cali? Did he somehow get knocked out and just dropped off here in the middle of the movie studio's grounds? Would certainly explain why he didn't recall passing through the front gates.
A new thought then crossed his busy mind when he spotted a movie set currently devoid of people with tools in it. 'How wonderfully convenient,' Lightning thought with a sly smirk as he hurried over to it. 'Maybe I won't have to try to get a human's attention after all. Besides, humans can't really understand us anyway. Why do I keep forgetting that? I mean if they could understand me then they would have known from the very start how much of a better actor I am than that overrated ham, Thunderbolt! The guy can't even remember all of his episodes much less what he does in them not unless his spotted fan tells him. How sad is that? Now I, on the other hand, have them all memorized. But does anybody notice or even care? Nope! Clearly superior talent and cuteness is not nearly enough to impress some humans,' he thought to himself as he looked through the tools inside of a toolbox. He was trying to find something he could use to remove the prisoner tag himself since he couldn't exactly rely on the humans for help.
Soon he spotted what he was looking for: a pair of pliers. Carrying them in his mouth the small sneaky dog retreated to the back of the empty studio. Ducking behind some old movie props, Lightning went to work. He knew it wouldn't be very easy controlling the pliers with his teeth, but he was going to try. Clamping the pliers around his prisoner tag he squeezed as hard as he could only to drop them without so much as making a scratch. The little dog just groaned in frustration and kicked the pliers away from him while his pointy ears flattened to the sides. If only he had some way to talk to the humans then maybe just maybe he could convince someone to remove the tag for him without arousing suspicion to himself. Hey, he could lie. He was real good at that.
ooc: Sorry about the long wait Sage, but here it is. Hope it works for you and Ernesto.