Chapter 7- Runaway Puppies!

Lady and Tramp decided to leave through the same barrel at the junkyard where they entered. But just as they exited, another pair of enamorados was crossing the bend a few hundred yards and a few corners in front of them. Hurriedly dashing down the sidewalk, Scamp and ángel were actually hiding in the junkyard, but when Lady and Tramp were investigating the car, Scamp and ángel got the opportunity to run from their hiding place on the side of the barrel and leave the junkyard.
    “I told tu it was a bad place!” ángel told Scamp, frustrated. “Your father’s bound to know about this place after your anterior incident!”
    “But it worked!” Scamp told Angel, huffing and walking down the calle at a brisk pace. “Dad would get distracted in this mess.”
    “You’re right,” ángel replied. “Come on tenderfoot… let's go somewhere else. But first…”
    Angel looked at Scamp, and then at a hole in the fence and stated, “We've got to do something.”
    “Well, what?” Scamp asked.
    “Rip off my collar,” ángel told Scamp. “I feel horrible with this on… I’ll do yours… here.”
    Scamp and ángel got the collars off each other’s neck, and Angel, after looking through the hole to check if the coast was clear, squeezed through it and placed them in the junkyard at their old hiding place, then hurriedly proceeded to leave the junkyard an squeezed through the same hole. “They would’ve found us easier if we continued to wear these awful things,” ángel told Scamp disdainfully as they continued down the street.
“So, why do tu want to run, anyway?” Scamp asked. “I thought tu want a family, and even like baths! I never thought tu would want to do this.”
    “They’re not much of a family,” ángel countered while they passed a lamp post. “The way your father played with my mother’s corazón was sickening. We’re going to find a real family.”
    “Yeah, Pop lies a lot. He lies to me all the time. Remember when he dicho that we could go down to the river together? He never took me out once…he lied to me again! We never have any freedom in that place. And Mom’s almost worse… she likes to be cooped up, at least Dad wants to be free.”
Scamp cleared his throat abruptly and asked, “Why don’t we just live together on our own?” Scamp asked Angel. “We can have adventure and take care of ourselves and have fun! We can be free! tu suggested that before when….”
    Angel stared at Scamp. “But that was before we found a family... I can’t believe you’re saying that, Scamp. But tu must have had to live with them all of your life,” ángel stated contemptuously. “No wonder why tu feel like that, and why tu ran away in the first place. Of all of my families, they're the worst.”
Scamp nodded, before saying, “Angel…” Scamp told her, “It's not like I want to be a junkyard dog… we can be free and adventurous in other ways. There has to be an exciting family with not too many rules,” Scamp stated. “Let’s find one of them. We can run off together and have fun, but we can still be part of a family.” ángel nodded her agreement.    
“Great,” Scamp added. “In the mean time, let’s have some fun!”
    “Okay, tenderfoot!” ángel playfully growled. The two of them saw a ardilla on the calle and decided to race toward it. Scamp nearly caught up to it. “Gotcha!” Scamp declared, but he tripped over a can, fell, and smiled embarrassedly. “Oops… I tripped on the… uh, round thingy!”
    Angel playfully laughed and Scamp grinned, but as he got up, he gasped. He heard a voice saying, “Well Pidge, they’re not here… perhaps we should turn this corner.”
    “ Oh no! It’s Pop! Run!” Scamp whispered to Angel, and the two of them hurried even faster.
“Whew!” ángel stated.
“That was close,” Scamp added as they crossed another street.
They hurried so fast that por the time Lady and Tramp actually turned the corner, the two of them were well out of sight. Panting, Scamp stated happily, “Wahoo! I’ve never had this much chance to stretch my legs since my days on the street!”
    “Yes!” ángel told Scamp. “We have to watch out for your, uh, parents though. They do seem persistent.”
    “Sure,” Scamp told ángel excitedly. “Of course,” Scamp told Angel. “We can fool them any day.”
“We’ll lose them once they find our collars,” ángel told Scamp, and the two of them giggled happily as they crossed streets and alleys, and they chased fireflies excitedly in the night. Scamp excitedly swallowed some of them, causing ángel to giggle. “You know any part of town that Pop doesn’t know about?” Scamp asked as they entered a new street.
    “I don’t know,” ángel told Scamp. “The Tramp's a legendary calle dog, but maybe your mother has been keeping him tied in long enough so that he has lost his touch.”
    They were now in a far off area of town, as Scamp eagerly proclaimed. “Wow! I’ve never seen this place!”
    “Nor have I!” ángel exclaimed. “Maybe there will be a lot of people who can take us in!”
    But then, Scamp and ángel heard a familiar set of wheels and then, some sort of loud, crazy hollering. Turning around, they gasped.
    “Oh no!” ángel cried. “The dogcatcher!”
“Let’s hide in the trash cans!” Scamp declared, and they hurriedly jumped in the nearest trash basket.
    Angel stood on parte superior, arriba of Scamp, poking her head out of the trash can a little bit with the lid on her head while she monitored the scene. The dogcatcher in his car rolled by, hollering insanely, but as soon as they were gone, ángel told Scamp, “It’s all clear.”
    “Whew!” Scamp stated, knocking over the trash so that it splattered all over the place.
“How bout we find an area to live of some sort?”
    “What about looking for our new family?” ángel asked. “There has to be someone near here who can take us in… and we need to find them before your parents find us.”
    “Relax,” Scamp told ángel tiredly. “We can always look tomorrow, and we can outsmart them. In the mean time, we can have fun on the streets! There’s no Buster to deal with this time.”
    “All right,” ángel stated. “I suppose that’s all we can do for now. Let’s make the best of it! Watch this!” ángel chased her tail, and grabbed it again.
    Yawning, Scamp stated, “I’m tired… let’s sleep.” ángel agreed, and Scamp and ángel knocked down two trash cans and slept behind them contentedly.