gang.

"Now I'm convinced," Skip said.

"Ok, I'll go at the front. Affy- I mean Afghanna, and Skipper will go behind me, next to eacthother.
 Affy stood next to Skip. "No, further apart!" Fang told them. They stepped away.

"Fang, this is ridiculous!" Skip yelled.

"Shush, Shorty. As I was saying, Rose, Scamp and The Red Collar can go in the next row and-"

"The dog, in the red collar, is called Collette," Collette corrected. "And The White Collar is Danielle, and The Blue Collar is Annette," she finished.

"Whatever. Annette and Danielle can go on either side of the group. The two remaining sisters did as they were told. "Now, let me get a good look at you guys." Fang went away from the group of dogs and stared for a while. "COOL! Now let's get this show on the road."

"Where are we going to, though?" Rose asked.

"If I can catch Angels scent, we could follow it and find Angel," Scamp told the others. He started to sniff the path. "I've got it! Follow me!" Scamp said. The dogs started to pad down the path. Fang suddenly perked his ears up,"

"Scamp, why are you going into our home?" he asked.

"I'm still following Angel's scent!"

"Well, you've sent us to our hideout!" Afghanna said.

"She must have wandered through it," Annette suggested.

"I remember that smell. This is Tony's Italian Resteraunt!" Scamp gasped.

"How do you know that?" asked Rose.

"I remember eating here with Angel once," Scamp replied. Scamps sisters giggled. Scamp scowled at then.

"Well, anyway, aren't we supposed to be helping them find Angel?" Fang reminded the cluster of dogs. Annette, Collette and Danielle suddenly rushed off into fangs home. Danielles started to jump on an old couch and Annette and Collette began tugging a pizza box. Fang gasped and ran towards them. "Stop, you're ruining our couch!" Danielle and her sisters stopped playing and sprinted towards the others. Rose started to whisper to Fang:

"You really want them to be street dogs, don't you?" she said.

"Of course I do. In my opinion, no one should live life on the end of a chain!" he replied. Fang padded off towards Scamp. Rose stood with her mouth hanging open.

"He actually answered me!" She squealed in delight. She started tofollow the rest of the gang.

"Hey, guys. I've found something!" Collette called. The rest of the group went over to where Collette was standing. Scamp suddenly gasped in horror.

"It's Angels collar!" he screamed.

"I'll sniff out the rest of the scent," offered Annette. She started to sniff the ground until they came to the road.

"Annie, watch out!" yelled Danielle. Danielle grabbed Annette's collar and pulled her towards the rest of the dogs. A carr zoomed past the, and dissappeared around the bend.

"Do you think that she-um-" started Rose.

"No, she didn't get run over, if she did, there'd still be blood here!" Affghanna told her friend.

"Well, she definitely came here," said Skip.

"Dog-catcher!" Fang suddenly shouted.

"Where!" yelled Scamp.

"No! That's what hapened to Angel. She got caught by the dog catcher," Fang corrected the pup.

"Oh," Scamp said, embarrased. "So, what do we do now?"

"Don't bother saying what I think you're gonna say," Skip whimpered.

"Please, don't say we have to follow the dog-catcher. Please, don't say we have to follow the dog-catcher," the cocker spaniel triplets pleaded.

"Well, it looks like we have to follow the-" Fang started.

"Follow or not, it's too dangerous" Rose said.

"Why?" Asked Affghanna.

"Porcupines, skunks, cars,bears and rapids!" Rose told them.

"Huh!" Skip said confused.

"Forget it. Fang, point us in the right direction!" Collette demanded.

"Speaking of point. Can we get to yours?" Skip said to Rose. Rose ignored Skip and looked at Fang, waiting for his answer.

"Well, Affy-"

"Don't call me Affy!" Afghanna shouted.

"Okay, Afghanna. I can't point you in the right direction, 'cause I have paws, not hands," he joked.

"Well, then, tell us!" The pup suggested.

"Well, we should follow the tire tracks," Fang said.

"Precisely," Rose agreed.

"Okay, so let's let Mr I-know-what-I'm-doing lead the way," Scamp smirked. Fang growled at Scamp and lead them down the path.

Chapter five: The chat

Angel just sat in the corner, sighing with dissapointment. Her cell-mate, Bobo was gone though. He made a break for it when the dig-catcher opened the cell door to change the food that Bobo had urinated in. Suddenly someone said: "Hey, you, funny pomeranian, yeah, I'm talking to you!" Angel couldn't believe it.  It was Bull. "Hey, that was pretty funny. I heard from Boris that you'd like to know how to escape. Well, you have to dig a tunnel. That's how I escaped a couple if times. It's easy,"

"Thank you," Angel sighed. She started scratching at the floor of the truck. But, it was harder than it looked.

"But, watch out for the dog catcher. If he catches you, you'll get in big trouble. And so will I!" Angel nodded and started scratching again. Suddenly the dog catcher came through the door. Angel covered up the tiny hole she'd made.

"Drat! Thay dog's had pups. I'd better keep the runt in here. He put a small whippet puppy in Angels cell. Angel sighed and sat in the corner again. She knew that this puppy would be just as annoying as Bobo.

Chapter six: At the junkyard

Buster lay on the roof of the car that perched on top of the pile of junk in the junkyard. Buster sighed and said: "Where is he?" You're probably wondering who Buster was talking about. Well the answer was just about to come through the entrance to the junkyard. A german shepard came through.

"You called me, sir?" he said.

"Yes. I have a job for you," Buster told him. " Come up here. Huck did as the doberman told him to. First, we should introduce eachother. My name's Buster: The former leader of the junkyard dogs. And, you are?"

"The name's Huck," The german shepard told him.

"Nice. You look like a tough guy, right?" Buster said.

"Well. I'm pretty tough," Huck bragged.

"Great. Now. Do you know a pup called Scamp?" Buster continued.

"Nope. But I've heard this guy called Fang mention him a few times," Huck told the doberman.

"Okay. He's grey and he has a blueish collar and his ears stick up. He's a cross between a spaniel and... The Tramp!" Buster explained.

"Awesome! I get to meet The Tramps son!" Huck gasped.

"You need to get him away from Angel," Buster said.

"Who's Angel?" Huck asked.

"A blonde pomeranian. Got it?" Buster said.

"I think so," Huck answered.

"Great. Now, get out there and do as I told you to," Buster demanded.

"Okay!" Huck saluted. Huck turned around and headed towards the junkyard exit. Suddenly Huck turned around again. "What's in it for me?" he asked.

"Well, you tell me," Buster answered.

"There is one thing you could do for me!" Huck said.

"I'm all ears," The doberman told the young pup.

"You could take care of Fang, the one I mentioned a few minutes ago," Huck said.

"Great. What does he look like?" buster asked.

"He's a golden retriever. You can't miss him. He's always got his three pals with him. A labrador, a mutt with a fake rose behind her ear and this talented African Shepard," Huck replied.

"Great. I'll tear them apart once you've done the job," Buster concluded.

"But, they aren't that bad, I don't want to seriously hur-"

"Get to work, then, the sooner you do the sooner those pups will be gone," Buster yelled.

"But-"

"GO!" Buster shouted. Huck rushed out of the junkyard without another word.

Chapter seven: Through the forest

"Are we there yet?" Collette whimpered.

"Does it look like it?" Skip grumbled.

"We've been walking for hour. We should at least stop to get something to drink," Scamp panted.

"Fine. Let's just go and find a puddle or something," Fang sighed. Rose padded up to Fang and whispered to him:

"What are you doing. You can't seriously want them to be street dogs that much!" she said.

"Of course I do. No dog should live the cushy pillow life," Fang replied. Rose sighed and went to talk to Annette.

"There's a resteraunt up ahead. Let's see if there's any left over water bottle's or something," Afghanna pointed out (not really because like fang said. They;re dogs and have paws, not hands). The cockr spaniel triplets rushed ahead and stuck their black noses into a dustbin.

"EWW! It stinks in here!" Collette groaned.

"You get used to it," Afghanna laughed.

"How can you eat this stuff?" Annette asked as she lifted her head out of the bin to see that she had a fishes