Donald

Cruella and the crooks had followed the dogs' tracks to the village. Cruella parked her car right beside the van. "Oh, no!" cried Perdita, looking out of the boutique window. "How will we get to the van?" The cursed answer to Perdita's question came from two chiots wrestling in the fireplace. Covered with soot, they looked like two little Labradors. "That's it!" shouted Pongo. "We'll roll in the soot. We'll all look like Labradors!" A parade of black "Labradors" marched to the van, right under the nose of Cruella De Vil. Thier plan might not work if a blob of snow had fallen off the roof onto the last puppy, washing away the soot. "After them!" Cruella shouted to Jasper and Horace as Pongo leaped aboard the van with the last chiot clenched in his teeth. The van roared down the road toward London. Cruella in her car and the crooks in thier truck went in hot pursuit of the van.