DISAPPEARING DOGS  My name is Pongo. I'm a Dalmatian coach dog U who lives in London. My pet, Roger, is a musician of sorts. He was a bachelor until one day in the park, I tangled my leash around the loveliest girl in London and caused her and Roger to fall into the lake. They got married soon after that, and I wed Anita's little Dalmatian, Perdita. It wasn't long until Perdita announced that she was going to become a mother. We were both delighted, although I was a little nervous. "But after all, dear, dogs were having puppies long before our time," Perdita yipped happily. (n) Then one day the witch woman came. She wanted to buy our puppies before they were even born. Cruella de Vil was her name. I despised her. "Furs!" she cried. "I live for furs! I worship furs! I can never have enough fur coats! Just name your price. I'll take the whole litter." "I'm afraid that we can't give them up," Anita said. Cruella laughed wildly. "Enough of this nonsense. Come now, when can the puppies leave their mother?" "Never!" Roger said firmly. "Why, you horrible man!" Cruella screamed. "Keep the little beasts for all I care! Do what you like with them! Drown them! But I warn you, I'll get even if it's the last thing I do. Fools! Idiots! She flounced out the front door and slammed it so hard  the glass shattered. 5) The puppies arrived right on schedule. It was a wild, stormy night in October, and the thun- der and lightning shook the whole house. Rogerand I waited up most of the night. Perdita had triplets five times over —15 puppies—practically a record.  The puppies began to grow and get their spots. How those little rascals loved television. They especially liked the western serial starring Thunder- bolt, the police dog. They would sit in front of the TV in rapt attention, thumping their tails and bark- ing, "Come on, Thunderbolt! Come on, Boy!"  "Lucky, get down!" they would have to yip-yap from time to time. Lucky, the littlest puppy, always got so doggoned excited that he would stand on his hind legs and try to climb right into the screen.   One night, after the puppies were tucked into   their basket, Perdita and I went for a walk with our pets. While we were gone, two thugs broke into the house. The one called Jasper locked up Nanny, the housekeeper, in the closet while the other, Horace, stuffed the puppies into a large satchel. 7) Nanny finally broke out of the closet and ran (l downstairs to check the silverware. "Common sneak thieves—probably made off with every last spoon." As she was going into the kitchen, she saw the empty basket under the sink. "The puppies!" she screamed. "Why, those crooked scoundrels have copped the puppies! Help, Police! Help! Help!" VIEW-MASTER REEL TWO ^ THE TWILIGHT BARK |j Scotland Yard, the police, Roger, and Anita did ETC ETC