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The Rescue - Page 4 Princess Chi Chi was quite unprepared for her adventure, and for the life of her, she could not remember why she agreed to go on this God-Forsaken Journey. Reading about the Memorial seemed like such an exciting thing to do, but now that she was actually on her way, she was feeling rather put out. That’s not to say she was ungrateful, heaven’s no! In fact, were it not for Snooty Noel’s generosity in driving her to the rendezvous point, Princess Chi Chi would be stuck at home reading about the Chi Gang exploits through the secret communiqués. It was just… well, it was just that she had certain ideas about how a Chihuahua should travel, and Snooty Noel’s means of transportation was just a little… well, a little different. Princess Chi Chi (PCC as she secretly called herself), left nothing to chance. Not only was she a royal Chihuahua, she was very intelligent and possessed incredible powers of logic and dexterity. PCC specifically chose Snooty Noel because of her age – older Chihuahuas were incredibly dignified, and being royal, PCC could usually pass for a lady twice her age. It was a perfect match up, at least in theory. PCC stared at Snooty Noel as they crossed the Florida Panhandle and wondered why she was called “snooty”? She also questioned the age… Snotty Noel drove like a bat out of hell, not the characteristics of a little old lady. And a Motorbike with a side car? PCC had never known dignified little old ladies' to drive motorbikes. PCC sat back and held on. There really wasn’t much else she could do until they reached the Southern Gang, Rosy, Pedro and Jose.
Rosy heard a faint buzzing in the distance. She peered into the darkness looking for the source of that incessant buzzing. A small single light appeared near the end of the driveway. Rosy inhaled deeply to release her alarm bark. She had every intention of scaring the bejeezus out of the whole damn house, the intruder and any passing cars! And then something twinkled. There was a familiarity to the twinkle that stopped Rosy’s breathe – was that a Diamond Tiara twinkling and reflecting the setting sun? Rosy leapt off the back of the big chair and ran as fast as she could thru the house without making a sound, searching for Pedro. He was cuddled with Grandma so she had to take precautions. She jumped up on the couch and pretended to be licking his ear. “There here! There here!” she whispered in his ear.
Her whole body was trembling with excitement. It was time! Snooty Noel was just pulling her motor bike around the back of the house when the dogs came bounding out of the house. Princess Chi Chi was hunkered down in the sidecar, tiara slightly askew, but otherwise no worse for the wear. “We’re he-e-ere,” cried Snooty Noel in a sing song voice. “Isn’t this just ducky?” “Indeed,” sniffed Chi Chi. Snooty Noel hung her helmet and goggles on the handle bar then lifted the safety bar from across the top of the side car so Chi Chi could get out. The gang stopped dead in their tracks and stood aghast as they watched the two dainty Chihuahuas disembark from the vintage motor scooter and side car. Rosy was crest fallen. All day long she had envisioned herself as the only Femme Fatale of the group headed West, because Chi Chi and Snooty had been described as old ladies. This was serious competition and her chances of being taken seriously as a Mobster’s Moll were getting slimmer with each passing moment. Snooty Noel looked up at the group with smeared bright red lipstick and a bit of road grime strategically placed to make her look just the tiniest bit dangerous, yet oh so becoming. And Princess Chi Chi was a sight to behold. Her chiffon dress was torn just above the knee, giving her the look of part damsel in distress, part vicious Bitch, and a small piece of chiffon was caught in her tiara. Despite the grime from the road, her mascara was perfect, not even a smudge. These weren’t old ladies! These were seasoned Molls on a mission! Chet, Jose and Pedro were falling all over themselves trying to be of service to the Dames. All Rosy could do was sit and stare. She’d never seen anything like it in her whole life. She was more determined than ever to prove she could keep up with the Chi Gang Molls. Pedro asked Rosy to help the ladies get cleaned up, as he, Jose and Chet packed the truck with the gear they would need. The ladies both grabbed their overnight cases and pulled out fresh clothing. Rosy brought them a dish filled with fresh cool water and they quickly washed and changed clothes. They were so quick about things! By the time the boys were done packing, the ladies were changed and ready to jump in the truck! Rosy barely had enough time to grab her own back pack and leap into the truck! The sun had just dropped beneath the horizon, extinguishing the last of the light when they pulled out of the driveway. Chet drove to Atlanta, and turned onto highway 75 North, headed for Kentucky. Rosy slipped the new Brittney Spears CD into the player and climbed into the back seat to listen and hopefully get some sleep. Snooty Noel made a clucking sound and quickly hit the eject button on the CD player. “My dear,” she whispered to Rosy, “a Moll has a certain culture to her.”
Snooty replaced the Brittany CD with another and soon a bluesy trumpet
backed by strings wafted thru the truck. It made Rosy think of long hot
summer nights, lemonade and the musky smell of perfume. Grown up, sultry
music that made you think of Vixens and moody actresses with red lips. It
was the music of Molls. The three girls cuddled in the small back seat of
the truck while the boys sat in the front whispering. “I am glad we brought a whole bag of food,” Jose said. “The others might not have brought enough. This looks to be a long trip.” Nookie was waiting when they arrived in Kentucky. Rosy felt very unsure of herself. She wanted to be a Moll like Snooty and Chi Chi, but she also wanted to be a girl, and talk about music and boys and lip gloss. Nookie was so very pretty. Jose fell instantly in love with her. “Where are we going Pedro?” asked Chet. “Joplin, is our next stop I guess.” Replied Pedro. “As soon as it is dark and safe I need to find a computer. I need to let the others know we are on our way.” “Here we are dear!” chirrped a female voice from the back. Pedro turned around and found Chi Chi handing him a Palm Pilot. “I have a wireless connection! What do you need to know?” Pedro’s admiration of Princess Chi Chi grew by the minute. He powered on the Palm Pilot and surfed to his email. He sent the requisite emails announcing their departure. |
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