102 Dalmatians Page #4

for the demonstrators.

Demonstrators?

I thought they were critics.

[Knock At Door]

Go away!

Jean-Pierre...

you've come such a long way

from poaching weasels.

And you,

out of prison at last.

- [Knock On Door]

- [Glass Shatters]

Yes.

Terrible experience, prison.

Who are you, little man?

And what are you doing in my trailer?

- You shouldn't have brought them

in here, you idiot!

- But l...

- He's with you!

- Aah!

[Dog Whimpering]

- What is this?

- Your salvation, Jean-Pierre.

Monsieur LePelt

has clearly run out of ideas.

I propose...

an alliance...

- Mmm?

- Between Monsieur LePelt...

and the house of De Vil.

- You have an idea in the bag?

- Oh, Jean-Pierre.

Together, you and I

will make a coat...

so soft, so luxurious,

so practical in any weather...

so bad that we'll rip the veils

off the eyes of fashion...

and write our names

in the pantheon of stars.

Of course.

From "poopies."

Ah, not just any "poopies."

"Poopies" with...

[Together]

Spots.

[Child]

Hey, wait for me!

Enjoy the show.

One adult, three dogs

and one bird, please.

Oy, I'm a dog, mate.

Four dogs.

- Four dogs.

- [Waddlesworth]

Well, look who's here.

Blimey!

I'm seein' spots!

Hello, Kevin.

- Chloe! [Chuckles] Are you, uh...

- Yeah, I'm going.

- And are these your dalmatians?

- Yeah.

- [Kevin]

This is Digger, Chomp and Drooler.

- [Oddball Barking]

You call that a bark?

This is a bark.

[Snarling, Barking]

[Waddlesworth] That's right.

Go hide behind Mummy.

And... Oddball.

He's not gonna hurt you.

- Your change, sir.

- Oh. Thank you.

- Don't you count your change?

- Well, why should I?

Now it all makes sense.

What?

How you could actually believe

that Cruella De Vil had changed.

She has changed.

[Waddlesworth]

Shh! The show's gonna start.

Let's just enjoy the show.

- [music][Puppet Humming]

- Let's.

- Hello, everybody!

- [All] Hello, Mr. Punch!

Hello, everybody!

[Children]

Hello, Judy!

- [Punch] Give us a kiss.

- [Judy] Aaah!

Everybody would laugh at us!

- Wouldn't you, everyone?

- [Children] No!

All right, one kiss.

Ready? Eeeek!

Oh, you are awful!

- There's a dog around here today.

- Ohh!

- If you see a dog,

will you tell us please?

- [All] Yes!

- I won't be long then. Bye-bye!

- [Children] Bye!

- I don't see any dog. Where is it?

- [Whines]

Oh, dear.

What is it?

Oddball's obsessed with...

S-P-O-T-S.

- Spots?

- Shh!

What? What'd I do?

I just said "spots."

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Oh!

- Oh, no!

- [Children Shouting]

Help, help!

Help! Help!

Ohh!

- [Children Cheering]

- Oddball!

Oddball, no!

[Waddlesworth]

Follow that dog!

- [Crash]

- [Waddlesworth Grunting]

Ooh! Oh!

What's that?

Oy! They've got balloons!

- Oddball! Stop!

- Get 'em back here!

[Kevin] Where is that dog?

Hold on! We're coming!

[Both Grunting]

- Waddlesworth.

- Oddball!

Now's your chance. You fly up there

and just cut a few strings.

- Not all of them!

- Right, just a few!

Come on, Waddlesworth!

- You can do it! Fly!

- No! Owww!

- Let go of my paw, you twit!

I told you I couldn't fly!

- Ohh!

- [Waddlesworth] Honestly!

- Don't worry. I'll go.

Hey, hey, what you doing?

Hey, get off... Oww!

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

Got her.

Oddball.

Oh.

- Oh, Kevin,

I don't know how to thank you.

- Oops.

Uh, how about dinner?

Sorry?

I was inviting you

to dinner.

Dinner would be nice.

[Thunder Crashing]

A coat

to make the world "shuvver."

"Shudder."

"Shutter"?

- Shudder?

- Sh...

- Shiver?

- Exactement.

Genius!

[Chortles]

Yes, but...

I need...

a special something...

for three special puppies.

Too dressy?

Too dressy.

Too stuffy.

Too small. Too blue.

Dottie, I've got nothing to wear.

Please help me.

- What's that?

- [Dottie Barks]

- Dottie, are you sure?

- [Barks]

It's completely

see-through. Look.

Oddball.

Yeah, that's a sweater.

But...

What a fantastic idea!

Thank you!

[Kissing]

Thanks, Oddball.

My brilliance

astounds me.

[LePelt]

No. No.

- We should add

the "poopies" to the hem.

- Oh, you wouldn't dare.

But this is

last year's length!

If Cruella De Vil draws it,

it defines length.

No. No!

- No...

- [Both Grunting]

What?

Forty dalmatian puppies...

sh-shipped off to Paris...

to h-his shop.

- Not enough.

- We need 102.

This time I want

a hooded spotted puppy coat.

- Hooded spotted p-puppy coat?

- "Hooded spotted poopie coat?"

[Alonzo] But 99 puppies

would make a lovely coat.

- It's not that easy to steal...

- Steal? Who said anything

about steal?

What did you think, LePelt,

that we'd have time to breed them?

Skinning is one thing...

but stealing...

Oh, stop whining.

I have

a perfectly good idiot...

to take the fall.

Not you, Alonzo.

Another idiot.

[Doorbell Rings]

[Waddlesworth] On, Dasher,

on, Dancer, on, Digger, on, Drooler!

Look at me! I'm Rudolph,

the red-nosed rein-dog

with a present for Miss Oddball.

Hello?

[Chloe]

I'll be right out, Kevin.

Take your time.

[Barks]

Oh, right.

Chomp's brought his favorite video.

Is that all right?

Is it suitable

for the children?

Yes, it's absolutely fine.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Beautiful.

Um, Waddlesworth,

he's brought a present for Oddball.

Yeah, about time. This thing

was gettin' heavy. Hang on, pup.

Keep your spots on...

Sorry. You don't have any.

- Here you go. There.

- [Growling]

- [Barks]

- Come on. Show us.

[Gasps]

Mr. Puppeteer and I

came to an agreement.

Oh, Kevin, thank you.

It's brilliant.

Come here, you.

Well, I think

it's a success.

[Waddlesworth]

Looking good, girl!

Looking... Oh, no!

Oddball's got no underwear!

Look away, children!

Turn a blind eye!

Excuse me, young lady.

Is this spot taken?

- [Click]

- [music][TV]

I can see

we're not needed.

As soon as the video's over,

straight to bed for the children.

No more telly.

- Bye.

- Be good.

[music][Continues]

Anybody wanna order takeout?

[Kevin]

So, where was I? Oh, yes.

I started the shelter...

and we were going down for

the third time when Cruella stepped in.

- Her again.

- Yes.

But did you know that

if she ever goes back to dognapping...

all her millions will go

straight into the dogs' homes

of the borough of Westminster?

Yes, I did.

It's in her file.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- How did you know that?

- She told me.

And did you know...

that Second Chance is

the only dog shelter in the borough?

- You're joking.

- Mmm!

Can you imagine what Drooler

would do with 8 million?

Now, tell-a me,

what's-a you pleasure?

A la carte?

Dinner?

Aha. Okay.

Hey, Joe!

Butch, he says he wants

two spaghetti speciale...

heavy on the meats-a-ball.

Tony, dogs-a don't-a talk!

- He's-a talk-a to me!

- Okay, he's-a talk-a to you.

You the boss.

Mama mia.

[Muttering In Italian]

[Tony]

Now here you are.

The best-a spaghetti in-a town.

[Barks Softly]

[music][Accordion]

[music] Oh, this is the night [music]

[music]It's a beautiful night [music]

[music]And we call it bella notte [music]

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