Wesley
"Do you know if they, perhaps, have multiple? ~~And if so, how many~~?" Icidro asks in a low, edged undertone as he stands surrounded by the Dalmatians, each and every one of them staring the poor clerk down.
Paulette
"Oh, sure! It's only two Prize Postcards, actually, which is 10 items-" *Icidro interrupts her with a threat.*

"Uhh..." *The woman gives him a nervous look.* "I-It's just the one, sir! And I'm told it's been cared for well! They even posted a photo of it playing on Hearter, recently."

*She reaches one hand onto the counter with which to type on the two-handed computer. Two of Icidro's Prize Postcards disintegrate, and the puppy appears in front of him, in a __very__ small cage. It's shivering.*

*She looks at it, disturbed.* "Umm... I'm sorry, that must be a mistake. I don't think... There's no way they would..."

*Her eyes lock onto the puppy as her brain begins to doubt her employer.*

*Upon the puppy's cage materializing, another puppy runs up to Icidro: the one who ran away at the hotel! It joins its siblings happily.*
Wesley
"Apologies, it's just—" The moment the cage materialized, Icidro's jaw stops just short of letting him get out another word to the clerk. Instead, a keyblade materializes in his hand— Wayward Wind answers his call first, its free spirit practically appearing before he could even make the flick of the wrist summons.

The caballero taps on the cage as sparkles dazzle over it, and the door swings open of its own accord locked or not.

"It's okay. I'm a friend of your parents— Pongo and Perdita. Your siblings are here, see, see? It's going to be alright, perrito. Let's get you home."
Paulette
*The puppy jumps out, directly onto Icidro's shoulder, then stays there. It would appear that, after its recent experience, it wants to be carried.*
Wesley
Holding the puppy, Icidro shifts to properly support its weight, letting his keyblade disappear back into the aether. With a concerned look of empathy shot toward the clerk, Icidro pauses on his way out the door.

"Ah— Sorry for the ruckus. Enjoy your day, senorita." He says, holding the door open for the puppy parade before moving to take them all home.