"Alright, I was going to have dinner ready around 7" Anita called back, peeking her head from the kitchen.
Pitch laughed, "Yay, it worked! Lucky, I have to agree with Cadpig, you are a Genius!". Lucky just beamed, "I know".
"I...I don't get it Miss Cruella, Ma'am" Matt turned back to their Heiress helping out his uncles, so whom he figured he should be super nice to, even if she was confusing...like now.
"It's simple...just take your...adorable...doggie" Cruella's lip seemed to curl a bit in a frown as she looked at the...well it was suppose to be a Dalmatian she figured (of course!) but even Cruella was on her fashion idea again, this puppy was just plain hideous looking more like a brown mutt.
In truth, Clover was an Orange spotted Dalmatian, but Cruella didn't know or care enough about dogs to know this,
"...out for a walk, there's a farm with hundreds of little Dalmatian puppies also just down there, that way" she indicated, "and...well" she smiled as her plan came to her even as she spoke, "if you were to notice the lay out really well...I could make your little pooch happier"
She reached down with a fake smile and pet Clover awkwardly on the head. The puppy frowned, liking this even less than that odd weasel that had hissed at her as she and Matt came in...
"I hope I don't have to live around him" she said to herself.
Matt had to be honest, the plan sounded like snooping, but he decided that maybe he could come up with something to tell Miss Devil after his walk.
"Um, ok, I'm sure Clover needs a walk after the bus ride over here anyway" Matt said, walking out the front.
Cruella turned with an evil, happy grin after he left.
"I don't get it" Jasper said, "you're sending Matt to do what we just did".
"No I'm sending Matt to do what you failed at, and kids are so unnoticed anyway, almost expected to be wandering about exploring, he'll not even have to try! Probably a good thing if he's related to you morons" Cruella muttered walking past.
Matt skipped down to the end of the steps and glanced about, soon spotting something that did look more fun than just a dog walk. It was the bike Horace and Jasper had used to deliver a singing telegram that one time.
"Oh look Clover, it even has a basket!" Matt scooped up his puppy and rushed over to the bike, undoing and pocketing the leash and setting her in it before getting on the bike himself and peddling off.
"Don't worry, I'll still walk you a bit too" he promised as he started down the street towards this farm Miss Cruella had said was right next door almost.
Matt soon saw it and slowed down.