101 Dalmatians Page #2

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Nothing's going to happen

to our puppies.

What does she want with them?

She can't possibly love them.

Oh, Pongo.

I was so happy at first, but now I...

[crying]

Oh, I...

I wish we weren't having any.

[Thunder]

[Pongo] Poor Perdita.

Of course, she had no choice.

The puppies arrived right on schedule...

...one wild and stormy night in October.

[Footsteps]

Ohh!

Steady, boy.

[Nanny] The puppies are here!

Oh... the puppies are here!

H... How many?

- Eight.

- Eight?

[Barking]

By George, Pongo! Eight puppies.

Ten.

- [Anita] Eleven.

- Eleven.

Eleven? Eleven puppies, Pongo, boy.

Wait a minute now,

wait a minute... thirteen!

No, no, no. Fourteen.

- Ohh... fifteen!

- [Roger] Fifteen?

And the mother's doing fine, love.

You ducky thing, you.

[Roger] Fifteen puppies?

Why, Pongo, that's marvelous!

It's fabulous!

Why, you old rascal!

Fourteen.

Just fourteen.

We lost one.

Oh, poor little thing.

Oh, Pongo, boy.

It's just one of those things.

[Sighs]

And yet...

And yet I wonder.

[Thunder]

Look, Pongo.

Anita!

Nanny. Fifteen!

We still have fifteen!

Oh, Roger, he's all right!

Thank heaven.

See? He's just as good as new.

Can you imagine, Roger, fifteen puppies!

[Thunder]

Fifteen. Fifteen puppies!

How marvelous.

How marvelous, how perfectly... ugh!

The devil take it.

They're mongrels... no spots!

No spots at all.

What a horrid little white rat.

They're not mongrels!

They'll get their spots.

Just wait and see.

That's right. They'll have

their spots in a few weeks.

Oh, we, in that case I'll

take them all. The whole litter.

Just name your price, dear.

I'm afraid we can't give them up.

- Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.

- Anita, don't be ridiculous.

You can't afford to keep them. You

can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.

I'm sure we'll get along.

[Chuckle] Yes, I know. I know!

Roger's... [chuckle] Roger's songs!

[Laughing]

Enough of this nonsense.

I'll pay you twice what they're worth.

Come now, I'm being more than generous.

Blast this pen.

Blast this wretched, wretched pen! Aah!

[Nervous chuckle]

When can the puppies leave their mother?

Two weeks? Three weeks?

[Roger] Never.

- What?

- We're n-n-not selling the puppies.

N-N-Not a s-single one.

Do you understand?

Anita, is he serious?

I really don't know Roger.

- Cruella, he seems...

- Surely he must be joking!

No, no, no. I-I-I mean it.

You're, you're not getting one.

N-N-Not one.

And that's, that's... f-f-final.

Why, you horrid man!

You... you...

All right, keep the little

beasts for all I care.

Do as you like with them. Drown them!

But I warn you, Anita, We're through.

I'm through with all of you!

I'll get even. Just wait.

You'll be sorry, you fools!

You... you idiots!

[Door slams]

[Barking]

Oh, Roger!

You were magnificent, darling.

He was a blooming' hero, ma'am!

Indeed he was. A bloomin' hero!

Perdy? Perdy, darling?

We're keeping the puppies,

every single one of them.

My ol' pet Roger, he told

that devil woman off.

He told her off, Perdy. She's gone.

- Darling, she's gone for good.

- Oh, Pongo.

- C'mon, Thunderbolt.

- C'mon, Thunderbolt.

Go get him, Thunder.

[Barking]

After him, boy.

He'll get that dirty ol' horse thief.

Old Thunderbolt's the greatest

dog in the whole world.

He's even better than Dad.

No dog's better than Dad.

What's he going to do, Dad?

Shh, shh. Let's just wait and see.

[Puppy] Look at him run, the old coward.

That old dirty Dawson!

The yellow-livered old skunk!

[Snarling] I'd like

to tear his gizzard out.

[Perdy] Why, Patch, where did

you ever hear such talk?

Certainly not from your mother.

- Watch out, Thunder.

- [Patch] Don't worry, Penny.

He'll get that yellow-livered...

W... Well, he'll get him,

all right.

[Puppy] Lucky, get down.

We can't see. Get down.

[Puppy 2] Mother, make him get down.

C'mon, Lucky. Down, dear.

Missed him. Missed him by a mile.

I'm hungry, mother. I'm hungry.

Now, Roly, you've just

had your dinner.

But I am, just the same.

I'm so hungry I could eat...

a whole elephant.

[All] Shh!

[Puppy] There he is, behind that rock.

[Gunshot on TV]

Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.

He missed him. OI' Thunder's

pretending... I think.

[Wicked laughter]

[Patch] See? What did I tell

you? That's one of his tricks.

[Puppy] Lucky, get down.

- Ha-ha-ha!

- [Whimpering, yipping]

- [Barking]

- [Gunshot]

[Barking]

I'm hungry, Mother. I really am.

[Man on TV] Don't miss next week's

episode. Who will triumph?

OI' Thunder always wins!

- [Barks]

- And speaking of champions, friends,

Kanine Krunchies is the

champion of all dog biscuits.

(music) Kanine Krunchies can't be beat

(music) They make each meal a special treat

(music) Happy dogs are those who eat

nutritious Kanine Krunchies

[jingle continues]

Perdy, we better get these

little nippers of to bed...

if we're going for a... w-a-l-k.

- We want to go too, Mother.

- Can we, Mother?

We never get to go.

Come along, children. Bedtime.

But we're not a... [Yawn]... bit sleepy.

We want to go

for a walk in the park.

- Dad, can we?

- Better do as your mother says.

[Pongo] One, two, three, four...

five, six... seven...

eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen...

I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.

Fourteen.

Hmm?

(music) So do what all the smart dogs do

(music) And you'll feel great

the whole day through

(music) You can be a champion too

if you eat Kanine Krunchies (music)

Remember, friends, just send five...

Lucky, you little rascal, let's go.

There they go, Horace, me lad,

out for their evening constitutional.

Oh. A lovely pair of turtledoves.

Around the Johnny Horner

and of to the park.

Yeah, I don't like it, Jasper.

One more pinch and

they'll throw the keys away.

Oh, come off it, Horace.

We're getting plenty of boodle.

Yes, but... I've been thinkin'.

You've been thinkin'?

I warned you about thinkin'.

I've got the knob for this job,

so let's get on with it.

[Engine starts, sputtering]

Ah, nobody home but the little ol' cook.

You just leave her to ol' Jasper.

He can handle her real diplomatic-like.

Yeah, but I still don't like it.

Here, here. Patch, you settle down.

[Chuckle]

Oh, dear.

Go to sleep now. Close your little eyes.

- That's a good little one.

- [Ringing]

[Ringing]

Who do you suppose?

Good evening, ma'am.

We're here to inspect

the wiring and the switches.

- We're from the gas company.

- Electric, electric.

Electric company.

But we didn't call

for any inspection.

Yes, I know. See, there's a new act

just been passed in Parliament.

Under the heading of the "Defense of the

Realm Act." Article four, section 29.

It's a law. And it's

for your own safety, ma'am.

I don't care what Parliament

Realm or whatever it is says.

You're not coming in here, not

with the Mister and Missus gone.

Oh, now. Come off it, Ducky.

We got no time to palaver.

We got a job to do. Excuse me!

What's the matter with you two?

You got cloth ears? I said

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