Ryan and Company
an Oliver and Company fanfic, starring Dodger, Oliver, Francis, Tito, Einstein, Rita, Fagin, Georgette, Jenny and many others.
Note: This takes place 3 months after the movie.

Chapter 1: Prologue and meeting Dodger

New York City, New York. One of the largest cities in the United States of America. Full of busy streets, crowded subway trains, towering skyscrapers reaching almost towards the clouds, tourist attractions and many wonderful sites and sounds that make New York the hustle and bustle it is today. It's also home to millions of people, both poor and not poor, along with dogs and cats too. You may have heard of the story of Oliver the cat and his friends of dogs who helped saved a little girl named Jenny Foxworths from Fagin's old landlord Syke, but what happened days after the death of Syke? What did the gang do after Oliver got into his new home? Well, here's a story that you have never heard before, about Ryan and Company.

One rainy night in July, a sad and lonely full grown Dalmatian named Ryan was trying to find a good shelter to keep himself out of the rain. He had black ears, a black nose, bright blue eyes and spots all over his body, like most Dalmatians have. His collar was green with a gold license that read his master's home address. He was in his teenage years and had recently escaped from his owner's home for certain reasons. He wasn't sure where he would go now that he ran away from home, but all he knows is that he doesn't wanna end up soaking wet. With the rain hitting his head and back, and with his paws stepping in small puddles, the Dalmatian dog found a nice shelter underneath an abandoned truck where he curled up and tried his best to go to sleep.

"Why does it have to be this way?" he thought to himself. "My owner dies and now I ran away from where I truly belong. This shouldn't end like this at all. My once happy life turns to a uncertain faith."

As the dog slowly drifted to sleep in sadness, he began to think what would he do now that he ran from home. If he goes back it would probably be the last thing he would ever do in his life. His owner's parents would most likely take him to the Humane Society where he was to be put down into a deep sleep. He can't get out of the city, he barely seen the whole city himself. He had only been as far as Central Park and Chinatown. What was a dog to do in a situation like this? He wasn't sure. All he could do now was survive the concrete jungle of New York.

The next morning, Ryan woke up at the sound of the truck driving safely over him. He could see people in suits and regular clothing walking on the sidewalks nearby. This made the dog nervous. Maybe one of them could be his owner's parents looking for him. But then he smiled as an idea flew into his head. "Maybe someone might adopt me and I'll be safe!" he thought.

With his decision made, the adult Dalmatian began to look for someone that would adopt him. He showed everyone his tricks. He rolled over for a cute rich 5 year old girl, but her parents took her away from Ryan, thinking he's too silly. He danced around for a group of people playing a boom box, but they didn't want him either. He did all sorts of tricks for a couple of people, but none of them wanted him.

With his hopes of finding someone who could adopt him for free gone, Ryan sadly walked away from the crowded sidewalks. Eventually the poor Dalmatian's stomach growled loudly. "uuuuuuugh..." he moaned, "I'm so hungry!"

As he walked down a small alley between a couple of apartment buildings, he saw a woman on the top floor window banging a rug against the wall. Ryan wasn't sure, but maybe this woman might give him some doggie treats. So he sat down on the ground and barked loudly and happily, hoping that would give her attention. Sadly however, instead of doggie treats flying down towards him, it was a bag of flower that was suppose to land in a nearby dumpster.

The bag of flower came landing down on poor Ryan, covering himself in a blanket of flower. "AHH!" he wailed as the bag hit him in the face and landed on the ground, feeling dizzy. He was about to bark angrily at the woman, but he then spotted something that made his mouth water. A freshly baked pie sitting near an open window on the top floor nearby. "ooooo, pie gonna meet my tummy!" he smiled before sneezing.

Meanwhile nearby, Dodger was walking down the sidewalk casually, humming a song as he walked. He had just visited Oliver at the Foxworths' mansion to see how the cat was doing and he gave him a nice friendship collar as a gift for helping him, the gang and Fagin out. Like most of the dogs in his gang, Dodger often visits Oliver to see how he was doing since they were best pals. But to Dodger, Oliver was like a brother he never knew.

As he walked down the sidewalk, he saw a hot looking Golden Retriever walking with her master towards a street corner. His eyes lite up with interest. The Golden Retriever didn't noticed Dodger until he whispered "hey" to her. She looked and saw Dodger leaning up against a street pole. He smooched his lips at the pretty girl. The female canine growled furiously and whipped her tail across Dodger's face as she walked away. "Perv!" she snarled, while Dodger just grinned. "She digs me so much!"

Then he heard loud banging noises coming from the alley nearby. Dodger peeked his head around the corner. He was surprised! There was Ryan, pulling a piece of wood towards a trash can that had been knocked over near the window where the pie is. Above the Dalmatian on a fire exit stairwell was a big bag full of trash that had been placed there by Ryan himself. He was going to catapult himself up to the pie.

"Hmmmm" Dodger pondered and watched with interest as Ryan go himself into position.

"Let's a go!" smiled the Dalmatian, pulling the rope that was tied to the trash bag, sending it falling down onto the other end. With a loud crash, Ryan flew up towards the window, snatched the pie from the window and landed safely in a dumpster with the pie unharmed. "YES!" he exclaimed and got out of the dumpster.

Dodger was impressed. "What an amazing move you did mister!"

Ryan jumped and looked at Dodger! He soon got down on his paws and growled at the grinning mutt. "You're not gonna steal my pie! Get your own!"

Dodger just laughed, "Hey whoa, whoa! cool it there Dalmatian, I'm not here to steal your pie, I'm here to say what an excellent job you did getting it. I am impressed." Ryan wasn't sure if he should trust Dodger or not. But since he's one of the few dogs he has seen all day, he decided to put him on notice. The adult Dalmatian placed the pie on the ground and began to chow down, getting his face all messy in cherry pie.

"My name is Dodger, the King of Streets" Dodger grinned as he watched Ryan eat his pie.

Ryan panted happily, feeling a little full. "I'm Ryan. I'm a Dalmatian."

The mutt smiled with interest. "Sooo Ryan, let's say you help me get some food? we work together as a team and steal some hotdogs from old Louie down there." Dodger said as he gestured towards the hot dog stand down the sidewalk. There was Louie, handing some people some hot dogs and taking their dollars or coins while smoking a cigar. Ryan looked at Louie nervously. He looks really tough and scary to him, but he was afraid to let Dodger down. "You get half and I get half, share and share."

"Ok then Dodger... I'll distract him with my charming looks and you get the line of hot dogs" Ryan nodded, putting on his best adorable face as he walked over towards Louie cautiously. When Ryan got close enough to Louie he laid on his back and exposed his cute chubby belly to the tall man. However Ryan didn't know the tall man hated dogs and cats. He swung his spatula at the Dalmatian, making poor Ryan run around like a crazy dog. Dodger managed to steal a string of hotdogs cautiously while Ryan just kept running around scared and barking crazy. When the Dalmatian saw Dodger leave with the hotdogs, he raced away as fast as he could without the man noticing a thing about the missing hotdogs.

When Ryan caught up with the mutt, Dodger chuckled happily. "thanks a lot Ryan man, you really are a helpful dog" he said proudly, making the Dalmatian blush.

"Oh it was nothing. Though I was expecting a tummy rub to be honest" said Ryan innocently. "so when do we eat?"

"We? ohhh, I'm sorry but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic uno."

Ryan was confused. "Huh?"

"It means our teamwork is dissolved."

"I knew I shouldn't trust a pie thief!" Ryan exclaimed.

Dodger just laughed. "Consider yourself a smart, street dog. check ya later." and with that Dodger walked away.

But Ryan wasn't finished talking to him. "Hey that's not fair!" he shouted, "give me a hotdog before I call Dog-1-1!"

Dodger chuckled as he walked away, "Uhuh, come and get them boy!" Ryan began to follow Dodger through the whole busy streets, sidewalks and alleys, all the way to the harbor.

Oliver and Company belongs to Walt Disney. Ryan belongs to myself.
This is the beginning of many stories coming to Fanfiction and I hope everyone enjoys Chapter 1 of Ryan and Company.
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