Cruella lay by the pool, soaking up the sun, oblivious to Owen and Amaya hiding behind a massive flower vase.

"Are you sure she won't see us?" Amaya whispered, concern etched in her voice.

"She won't.'' Owen replied, his voice barely audible. "She looks asleep."

"What about our scent?" Amaya asked. "Won't she sniff us out?"

Owen shot her a stern glance. "That's why we applied mud. It'll mask our scent. Remember what Dad told us?"

Amaya nodded, feeling more confident. "Alright, let's do ...