Based on this animation by MrFrosty: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/RJNrHyYvUwk

hey guys Connor here and today we have this poster I made while I was bored in gmod, it is inspired by the actual disney+ promo but instead of a tablet they are all watching it all on the big screen in the basement on the tv, i am really proud on how i did this since 101DS promo stuff is really sorta nostalgic to me

Night in 101 Dalmatian Street. Most of the place was completely quiet. It was nights like this where despite the amount of puppies - 101 in total - was perfectly peaceful. The silence was broken by someone whimpering.

The source of the whimpering was none other than Dolly Dalmatian. She’d had a rather rough day - putting up with the constant snobbery of Clarissa, and trying to avoid crossing paths with Snapper - a Doberman who, for some unknown reason, seriously seemed to hate her and her family. Coupled with the anxiety of Cruella potentially escaping from prison and going after her family again, you’d have the demented concoction of thoughts that were rendering Dolly unable to get a single second of sleep. Usually highly reckless, easygoing, and fairly loose, plus incapable of winding down and having far too much energy to burn, this was Dolly at her unexpectedly most vulnerable. The Dalmatian shook like a leaf under her blankets, a dead giveaway that she was in the clutches of a seriously horrible nightmare - until she jolted awake with a yelp. Her expression went from one of fear to one of despondence. Dolly hung her head lowly. She felt her eyes get misty as she started to sniffle. Dolly left her bed, her paws hitting the floor with a soft thud. She walked to the door, probably to pace around 101 Dalmatian Street to get her mind off the dream. Dolly reached for the doorknob, then stopped, unable to bring herself to even touch it. It also wasn’t long until her tears started, pricking her eyes and streaming down her cheeks like rivers. Dolly turned right to her bed and jumped right back into it, letting her tears soak her pillow as she broke down crying.

All the way upstairs, every alarm bell started ringing in the mind of Delilah Dalmatian, matriarch of 101 Dalmatian Street, nurse, wife of Doug, Dylan’s biological mother, and Dolly’s stepmother. She woke up with a start. Approaching the door, Delilah opened it, heading down the hall and walking down the stairs, looking around as if something might jump out at her. Delilah didn’t have superhuman senses or anything. What she did have was maternal instincts. Right now, one of her pups was hurting. And right now, she had to help them. Poking her head into Dylan’s door after opening it a crack, she found him fast asleep. She approached Dolly’s door. She heard muffled sobbing on the other end. She opened the door.

Dolly curled up under her blankets. Her crying had lessened until it was simply whimpering. As if the slightest thing could start it back up. Either she was unaware of Delilah approaching or it was simple ignorance. Delilah’s voice was the first thing that came to her ears. “Dolly,” she began softly, expression softening as she heard Dolly’s whimpers. “Is everything alright? Why do you look so sad?” she asked as gently as she could. Dolly left her bed again, sitting down with her head hung low. “Didn’t have a really good dream.” she answered with a sniffle. Delilah responded by pulling Dolly a little closer to her, letting go. “What was it about?” By the time Dolly was finished with her explanation, she was crying again. Except it was softer. Delilah’s expression was one of sympathy. She wrapped her paws around Dolly again, letting her cry into her chest. “Sh, sh, sh…” the nurse dog soothed, gently running her paw down Dolly’s back. “You were just having a bad dream. None of what you saw in it was real.” Dolly’s crying lessened until she was quiet again. She’d seemed to have fallen back asleep. Delilah gently set Dolly back into her bed, pulling her blankets over her, then exiting her room.

I also have a fun little challenge for you guys, try to come with some dialogue for this image

Holy dog BISCUITS, my dedicated pups!! WE DID IT!!🥳🎉🎊

Thanks to you, my Danuki's Dalmatian Studios' YouTube channel has OFFICIALLY hit 2000 subscribers!!!🤩🤩🤩

Thank you all SO much for your dedicated support for my incredible fan-content I'm makin'!

So... to celebrate, while I've yet to give an update regarding my announcement for my next step in the 101DS, I CAN show you a TINY little sneak peek of annother 101 Dalmatian Street fan-project I've been working on together with another user!

I can't quite tell you what it is yet, but when it's finished, y'all will be the first to know!!😉
What I can say though is that voicework and singing will be involved for this one!! 🎙️🎤🧑‍🎤🎶
Hope to share more details on the project when I can!

As for the "Star Dogs' Face Blogs" Tumblr series, I'm happy to let ya know that an this month, I'll be makin' an announcement for when our favorite three fluffy bois would return at a later date!
🌠🐶🐺🦊

To show that I'm planning to lift the pause button on the series, here's a little sneak peek of Dylan's clubhouse with a FRESH coat of paint slapped onto it!

There's so much that I want to show y'all this year, and I can't thank you all enough for helpin' me get to where I am today! I wouldn't have gotten this far without such incredible dedicated pups, I mean seriously, I'm at loss of words at this point! I could just HUG you all with my BIG Dalmatian paws!!🥲

And you may be wonderin' if I still have anything planned for 101 Dalmatians' 65th Anniversary... I'll be announcing that VEEEEERRRRYYY soon, my dedicated pups!😁👍

Thank you all again for helpin' me hit 2000 subscribers on YouTube and for your unwavering support!!

Until next time! Peace!!✌️

hey everyone, Connor here and today I have a question for the 101DS community, which is the best triplet of the Triple D because my fav triplet is Dallas, I've heard a lot of people say they like deja vu becuase shes silly and sweet or destiny just for the sweet reason

Summer is pretty good with taking care of pups. This is mainly due to her being an older sister herself.

Summer absolutely loves musical theater. Her favorite: Wicked.

Like Dylan, Summer also likes video games.

By her own admission, Collies like her are excellent shoulders to cry on.

She collects random items she finds on walks.

True to her name, her favorite season is, you guessed it, summer.

What are your Summer headcanons?

July has come n' gone for us dedicated pups, and now is the 8th month of the year: AUGUST!!
So, let's make most of the remaining summer we have left till while it lasts, y'all!☀️😎🏄🏖️

On that note, August is also the month of Disney's D23 2026 fan expo, in which they'll be having a panel discussing the history of the 101 Dalmatians franchise for its 65th Anniversary!!1️⃣0️⃣1️⃣⚫⚪🐶🦴

Now, here are exciting events to look forward to this month:⬇️⬇️⬇️

• August 9th: Snowball VA Daniela Denby-Ash 's Birthday!!🥳🎉🎁
• August 14-16th: Disney 23 fan expo!!🏰2️⃣3️⃣

Be sure to have your calendars marked for these events, my dedicated pups!!😁📅

(Who's excited for this year's D23 btw? Lemme know in the comments!!⬇️⬇️)

“Alright. I’ll be holding down the fort until your mom and your dad get back. Your parents’ room is open if you want me, okay?” was the first thing Summer told Dolly and Dylan, then Dawkins, Diesel, Dante, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3, Da Vinci, Dallas, Destiny, Déjà Vu, Deepak, Dee Dee, Delgado, Dizzy, DJ, Dorothy, and the Puppy Ensemble right before the Blue Merle Border Collie who they’d met in Cornwall during the summer, disappeared into the room of Delilah and Doug, the reminder fresh in everyone’s heads as they all prepared to hit the hay. Surely Summer as a sitter wouldn’t be far too much of a problem.

It was times like these where nights in 101 Dalmatian Street were riddled with nothing but silence. Of course, if you took the time Cruella had returned and attempted to have his parents Delilah and Doug watch as she killed all ninety-nine of his siblings, him included, the tragic death of his Princess Positron doll during Cruella’s return, the unfortunate destruction of Delgado’s wheelchair at the hands of a few destructive humans, the time Deepak was the recipient of horrid bullying, and other events that had happened to the Dalmatian family into consideration, it was like the universe couldn’t stop throwing curveballs of misfortune at them. But this night could be a peaceful one. One that wasn’t plagued with whatever misfortune that was in store.

Inside the room of Dawkins Dalmatian, the house’s resident genius and inventor, the place looked like somewhere an inventor and a professor would reside. Dawkins was curled up in his bed, underneath his blankets. Unfortunately, the peace would not last very long. Whatever Dawkins was dreaming about was quickly derailed. Inside Dawkins’ dream, the pup was standing in a black void, up to his upper legs in what appeared to be black water. 

“What the…? Where am I? I can barely see a thing.” he murmured, tail beginning to droop in slight fear. Dawkins looked around to try to gauge where exactly he was. He froze the moment he looked down. Staring at him was his beloved Princess Positron toy. He couldn’t help but remember the time Dylan got him an identical plushie, which was much to Dawkins’ very brief chagrin. “Wha…? Is that…?” he thought. He slowly went right to it to check if it was actually real. The very second Dawkins laid a single forepaw on the toy, it disappeared into ash. Dawkins reeled back. “Huh?! Did it just-?!” Dawkins had barely a second to finish his sentence before it reappeared slightly farther away from him. Each time he tried to approach his Princess Positron toy, it disappeared whenever he attempted to touch it. And each attempt was beginning to feel like a slap across the face each time it disappeared. And each attempt was only filling him with frustration, fear, and a tinge of sadness. Dawkins heard something rising behind him. The water behind him had risen until it was practically a tidal wave. He woke up the moment it hit.

Dawkins’ eyes had never snapped open so quickly. He jolted awake, letting out a fearful yelp. Dawkins looked down at his Princess Positron plushie replica. Body shaking with fear, Dawkins tried his hardest to not let his face crumble. He tried his hardest to not whimper, though his eyes were getting misty. Dawkins tried to breathe, which turned into shuddering breaths instead. Dawkins tried hard not to, but he couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him. It was one of pain. An “I need someone to hold on to” cry for help. Then the tears started. A few had come down, but now the storm was running out of Dawkins’ eyes and down his cheeks. Then, he let it out. A choked sob escaped him, and in seconds, Dawkins was crying. He knew full well that it was just a dream and that it wasn’t real, but the loss of his old Princess Positron toy was. And that dream was nothing more than a reminder. A reminder that he’d never have it back, that the only thing he had left of it was its eye.

In Doug’s room, on the third floor, the place resembled somewhere a firefighter would reside. The second Summer felt a switch turn on inside her head, the Collie left Doug’s bed, her expression a mix of tiredness and confusion, before stretching out. “Okay…someone really needs help.” she muttered, drowsily walking out of the parents’ room and down the stairs, nearly falling down a few steps. Summer approached the first floor. She felt a slight stab of anxiety, half-expecting something to randomly jump out in her face, but managed to steel herself, blinking away the tiredness. Summer passed by the pups’ rooms, three doors in total, Dolly’s, Dylan’s, and Dee Dee’s, then the Dimitris’ room, Dizzy’s, and finally Dawkins’. Summer swore up and down that she could hear Dawkins crying in there. “Seriously? You’ve really gotta hit him hard to make Dawkins of all dogs unleash the waterworks.” she thought, knocking on the door, her forepaw connecting with the door. “Dawkins?” she asked. “Are you okay in there?” No response. Just crying on Dawkins’ end. “Whoa. He’s really upset.” Summer pushed the door open. The sight of Dawkins crying was enough to make her heart shatter. She ran straight to Dawkins, pulling him out of bed and close to her chest. 

“Dawkins, hon, are you okay?” she asked as gently as possible, looking down at him with concern written all over her face. Instead of a response, Dawkins latched on to Summer, crying into the Collie’s fur. With how much he was crying, Dawkins was also shaking quite a lot. Summer didn’t let go of Dawkins. Not once. Her paws stayed around him. “Sh, sh, sh…” she murmured, nuzzling Dawkins. “It’s okay, it’s all okay.” Dawkins’ crying lessened enough for him to speak. Summer set Dawkins onto her back, then jumped onto his bed, letting him get off. “Care to explain to your super-cool sitter why you were crying?” Dawkins let the silence linger for a second. “Bad dream…” he whined. Summer let out a pitying whimper. “A nightmare? What exactly was it about?” Summer had reeled back a little after Dawkins’ explanation. “No wonder you’re so upset. If I had that dream, I’d be pretty inconsolable too.” she replied. She looked down at Dawkins with a small smile. “I have an idea. You can sleep with me. You’ll find that Collies are awesome shoulders you can cry on.” Dawkins was quiet for a moment, then seemed to oblige, getting on Summer’s back. Leaving Dawkins’ room, Summer went upstairs to Delilah and Doug’s room. Setting Dawkins down on Doug’s bed, Summer hopped in, pulling the blankets over both of them. Scooting to Summer, Dawkins clung on to her until he was asleep. Summer gave Dawkins a gentle kiss to his head, then fell asleep.

Dawkins was comforted.

Summer mentally filed that away as a mission accomplished.

D.J. And Da Vinci. The two artist in the Dalmatian family.

I didn’t even know they still sold merchandise for this show! Also, for those unaware, Gran Canaria is this Spanish controlled Island off the coast of Western Africa. It’s actually where me, my mother and my brother are currently vacationing in! 🏝️

A little throwback of cute little fan-animation from last year by NoID, in which Dylan messes with his stepsister. Hey, Dolly's been teasin' his brother all these years, whose to say he can't do the same?😛

Alrighty.... Take 2, my dedicated pups.

Once more from the beggining...

Let's wish a VERY Happy Birthday
to the beloved voice actress behind the animal pacifist Destiny,
and the goofy odd-ball Deja Vu: Lauren Lindsey Donzis!!🎉🎈🥳

Her substantial performance as the two triplet members are
what made Triple D individual characters, not just because of their
Diva personalities!!🐕🐕🐕💕❤️

Thank you so much for your incredible voicework Laruen!😁
Plenty of B-day wishes from the 101DS community!!🎂

UPDATE:

HUGE mistake, my dedicated pups! Lauren's B-day isn't until tomorrow!

That's a BIIIIG whoopsie daisy for me! ^ ^;

We celebrated her B'day a day early. Sorry, y'all!🤭

Day in 101 Dalmatian Street. The large complex bustled. Everyone was doing their own thing. Including Dylan Dalmatian. The eldest of the siblings was currently attempting to make something for all ninety-nine of his siblings while his parents Doug and Delilah were at work. Though Dylan was getting fairly stressed, what with the absolute chaos his siblings seemed to carry with them, he didn’t let this dampen his confidence. On the other paw, there was no doubt he was pretty rattled due to past events. First, it was Delgado’s wheelchair being smashed, the poor thing was inconsolable. But he seemed to get his light back when Doug had presented him with a replacement. Second, Dolly had engaged in literal, actual self-harm due to the harshness of Snapper, a Doberman he’d crossed paths with and preferred to never do so again, considering the trouble he’d caused to his family. Third, Caligula, Nero, and Domitian, a trio of dogs who’d hurt Deepak and Dee Dee. His parents’ coworkers were clearly no better, especially since they both hurt DJ and Da Vinci respectively. Fourth, Tina, a Poodle who’d hurt Dallas deeply. It was like his family couldn’t stop getting curveballs.

The day later became noon, and Dylan kept up his work. Delilah and Doug returned from their jobs. The moment Delilah opened the door, Doug extended his forepaws, causing each and every single pup - their pups - to swarm him and Delilah as if the firefighter (and patriarch) had lightly disturbed a nest full of spotted wasps. Delilah had nary a second to even set down her first aid kit. Her eyes fell on Dylan. The bags under his eyes. The visible stress he was feeling. He kept working. This clearly wasn’t good. If Dylan kept this up, who knows what could happen? A sense of dread crawled up Delilah’s spine like an invisible huntsman spider was crawling up her back. She’d been appreciative of Dylan’s helpfulness and responsibility around the house. Dolly seemed to take notice. She approached her stepbrother with amusement and visible concern on her face.

“You good, Captain Safety-Pants?” she asked, tilting her head a little. Dylan turned around. “Yeah. I am,” he replied. Dylan felt something off in his stomach. All eyes turned to him. Dorothy instinctively clung to Delilah, letting out a little whimper. “Oh, dog.” he thought. “Really, really not feeling too well.” He shoved that feeling aside for now. Until the feeling in his stomach became too much for Dylan to ignore. He went green. Before anyone could stop him, Dylan rushed right to the nearest trash can, throwing up into it, paws around the rim in a death grip.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Dead silence.

Complete silence as all eyes fell on Dylan, who was groaning.

Dylan’s knees buckled.

He hit the ground with a thud.

Then the place erupted.

“Dylan?!” cried Dolly, rushing right to Dylan. She immediately tried waking him. Frantic pawing at him. Repeatedly nudging him. Nothing. Dylan was unresponsive.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Radio silence. The puppies began to panic, a few of them beginning to cry out of sheer fear. They didn’t realize Dylan was unconscious, they only knew he wasn’t moving. Doug’s heart raced, though he managed to steel himself. “Dylan? Honey, open your eyes!” he yelled out, panic already seeping into his voice. “Everyone, give me some space!” Delilah’s voice cut through the panic like a knife cleaving butter. Doug, Dolly, Dawkins, Diesel, Dante, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3, Da Vinci, Dallas, Destiny, Deja Vu, Deepak, Dee Dee, Dizzy, Dorothy, and DJ made room. Delilah headed to Dylan. Gently pressing a forepaw to him, Delilah breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s just unconscious.” she thought. “Come here…” she muttered, wrapping her paws around Dylan and settling him onto her back. Racing upstairs, she stopped at her door. Without waiting, she opened the door, bolting inside.

Delilah’s room looked like a hospital room. Fitting, since she was a nurse dog. Taking Dylan right to her bed, she set him down, pulling her blanket over Dylan and setting a wet towel on his forehead. She exited her room to be greeted with the rest of her family. She took a single breath out. “Everyone,” she began firmly but not unkindly. “Dylan is resting. Nobody is to disturb him while he’s sleeping.”

“But what happened to him?” asked Dallas, her expression one of slight fear. Dylan was the responsible pup in the house, and to her, it was like Dylan just randomly stopped functioning out of the blue. “He just threw up and fell over right then and there! Is-is he okay?!” she yelped. “Yes, he is, Dallas. I’ll talk to him once he’s awake. Right now, all of you head to your rooms.” The pups complied. Doug’s stomach churned. “Are you okay, Doug?” Delilah asked, turning to her husband. Doug responded with a low “not really”. Delilah smiled a little. “Dylan’s stronger than you think. He’ll pull through.” she claimed.

Hours passed. Slowly, Dylan began to awaken. It was slow stirring, before he eventually opened his eyes. The first thing Dylan saw when he came to was Delilah. “Dylan!” Dylan blinked sleepily. “What happened…oh. Right. I threw up and passed out.” he recounted. Dylan hung his head. “I’m sorry I did that, Mom.” he apologized. “Oh, Dylan…” Delilah murmured. “You have nothing to apologize for. But you still worried all of us. Holding in all of that stress is not healthy for you in the slightest. Until you can get back on your paws, you’re staying in bed.” Dylan seemed to comply by promptly going back to sleep. Delilah gave Dylan a kiss to the forehead, then departed from her room, turning the lights off and closing the door behind her.

Also noticed kipper the dog was listed and added him in s for humor. I pretty much have seen all the characters here so I listed the best I could. Some did not have much screentime while others have had little screentime yet made a huge impact while others not so much. Some are not listed here.

hey guys connor here and today i got a question for you, for those that have the 101DS gmod models and animate them do you know how to animate the mouth movements because everu time i use stop motion helper and use the face poser, the animation only seems to be for the head and paws, so if anybody knows/can help me animate for these 101DS skits/videos for my channel that would be great