102 Dalmatians Page #6

Everyone, eat!

Where's Dipstick?

Dipstick!

Dipstick!

[Growling]

[Barks]

[Panting]

[Growls, Gurgling]

Oh!

[Muttering]

Oh. Oh.

[Grunting]

[Angry Blubbering]

Ahh, bonsoir, my little ones.

I am the great LePelt...

and you are...

how do you say... dog meat.

[Growling, Barks]

Oh!

Nice. Nice, doggy.

Dog nice!

Aaaah! Nice!

[Blubbering]

- [Barking]

- Quiet!

Shh. Nice doggy.

Be quiet!

Be nice.

[Groans]

Naah!

[Growling]

[Yipping]

Hee-hee! Hee-hee!

Three puppies,

she said, hmm?

Yaah!

[Whimpers, Barking]

Well.

[Laughing]

Aaah! Aaaah!

[Grunting]

Oh!

[Barking]

[Barking Continues]

[Howls]

[Barking, Howling]

- [Dogs Barking]

- [Yipping]

[Bell Dinging]

[Barking]

[Barking]

[Amplified Barking]

Surprise!

[Cackling]

Earlier than I planned,

but c'est la vie.

- I hereby revoke your probation.

- And I hereby lock you up.

With St. Kevin of Assisi

in the clink, it just wouldn't do...

if three more puppies

were reported missing.

- Three more?

- Good-bye, my dear.

- [Cackling]

- No!

I'll think of you every time I wear

your sweet little doggies!

- No!

- [Cackling Continues]

Stop!

[Barking]

[Sinister Laughing]

Ooh, not bad.

The English

can do the knitwear.

- [Barking]

- [Grunts]

[Barking]

Shh! Be quiet!

[Horn Honking]

[Snores]

Ooh!

Hey, what's that?

Listen. Hey.

- Do you hear that?

- What? What is it?

Uh, best I can make out,

they're all yappin' about "tubble."

Tubble? Oh, trouble.

Must be puppies talking.

Listen. Hey, wait.

There's more.

Uh, "widdle ones"?

"Bad man gwab widdle ones.

Twee potted doggies."

Potted?

Twee widdle potted...

Bad man grabs three

little spotted doggies.

Oh, my gosh.

Chloe's dogs.

[Growling]

Aah!

Aaaah!

Oh! Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

[Moans]

The puppies!

[Gasps]

Thank you, Fluffy!

[Waddlesworth]

[music] Go to sleep [music]

[music] Go to sleep [music]

[music] Go to sleep

little guardie [music]

[Sighs]

Dog, James Dog.

Aah!

[music] Go back to sleep [music]

[music] Go back to sleep

stupid guardie [music]

[Sighs]

Taxi!

- St. John's Mews, please.

- You know, I could get

five to ten for this.

That's 35 to 70

in dog years.

Ow!

[Quiet Sobbing]

They've gone.

- Where are they?

- Calm down, calm down.

[Growls, Barks]

- Whoa!

- Aah!

Hoo! Aaah!

I'm so sorry.

I should have trusted you.

No, I should never

have trusted Cruella.

- With my police record...

- It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does matter.

Look...

I broke into the lab

and freed those dogs.

They were being used

for experiments.

That was your

dognapping conviction?

Yes.

- That's all?

- Yes.

What's this?

"The Orient-Express."

- Paris.

- [Barks]

They're going to Paris!

Come on!

[Cruella] Oh, Jean-Pierre,

you've outdone yourself.

I am the Napoleon of the fur,

and you are my...

- Waterloo?

- My Josephine. Together we'll...

Aaah! A rat!

I need spotted puppies,

you idiot!

But it is not a rat.

I know rats!

- It's a "poopie."

- Alonzo!

- Yes.

- Find the rat and kill it.

- LePelt and I will be

on the Orient-Express.

- K-Kill?

The last time I underestimated a puppy,

I wound up in the pokey!

- Go! Go!

- Why not him?

Oh! Yes, I see.

Thank you.

Ahh.

There.

[Barking, Whining]

[Barking Continues]

Yaah!

[Grunting]

[Dog Yelping]

Oh, oh. Ohh!

Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!

[Gasps]

- Excuse me. The Orient-Express?

- Platform nine.

Paris! City of Lamour!

Of la mode!

- Of LePelt!

- [Both Cackling]

[Barking]

[Barking, Whining]

[Whimpering]

- [Grunts]

- LePelt, with his slippery

Frenchman ways.

She'll see. She'll see

that I'm the loyal one.

- Alonzo.

- Oh, joy. Le petit homme.

- You took care of the rat?

- [Ice Cubes Rattle]

You will never...

see it... again.

[Bell Dinging]

[Kevin]

This isn't the Orient-Express.

- [Waddlesworth]

We're on the wrong platform!

- There she is!

Come on.

Oddball!

Oh, no, I can't look!

She'll be killed!

[Yipping]

Somebody, do something!

Oh, what am I doing?

Help! Help!

Your wings!

Flap your wings!

Flap wings? Oh!

Where did these come from?

Blimey, they work!

I can fly!

Dogs can fly!

[Barks]

Whee-yah!

I just realized

I'm not a rottweiler at all!

I'm a retriever.

- [Yips]

- [Barking]

[Whining]

[Clattering]

- Where are we going?

- Paris!

- We've missed the train!

- Then we'll catch the next one!

You think he saw us?

We better... We better hide.

But where?

- What? Bad wady's cow?

- [Barking]

Oh, good idea, spotty.

[Whistle Blowing]

- Vive la Paris!

- Careful now.

Careful. Careful.

Uh, careful!

Mustn't harm the "poopies."

[Chuckles]

[Tires Screeching]

[Horn Honking]

The p-poopieman

gets to ride in the c-car.

Is Alonzo keeping up?

The little man

is too slow.

This traffic is too slow. The French

are useless behind the wheel!

[Cruella Laughing]

[LePelt] Aah!

You're going the wrong way!

- They're going the wrong way!

- [Horn Honking]

We're going to die!

[Horn Honks]

[Whimpering]

- [Screams]

- Shut up, Jean-Pierre!

- [Bicycle Bell Dings]

- [Tires Screech]

Jean-Pierre,

our next challenge:

Reinventing

the poodle skirt.

[Woman Complaining

In French]

[Dogs Barking]

- Nothing. Nobody saw anything.

- Oh!

[Dog Barking In Distance]

I didn't know

you spoke French.

[Horns Honking]

Come on! Come on!

Taxi, stop!

[Horn Honks]

So what did they say?

- [Barking]

- Follow les chiens.

[Waddlesworth]

It's spooky, all right...

but you'd have to be a sniveling,

whimpering, cowardly little Chihuahua...

not to barge right in there

and take charge of the situation...

with no hesitation at all.

After you, then.

Ohh, I'm gonna regret this.

What do you look at?

Work! Work!

- Illegal immigrants?

- Of course.

Hmm. How much?

- Fifty francs a week.

- Oh. [Chuckles]

That's not much.

It's all they can afford.

Sure hope you know

where you're going, pup.

- Bingo.

- [Barking]

Don't worry, Oddball.

I'll have 'em out in a jiffy.

[Grunts]

Hmm. Tastes like chicken.

[Panting]

[Whimpering]

Ooh.

It's no good

looking at me like that.

It won't do any good,

you know.

Sorry.

[Hatch Closing]

- [Door Closes]

- [Whispers] Okay.

Go right through.

Did you hear something?

It's just your little man

outside.

- [Barking]

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

Hey, I thought I told you

to wait outside. Hey.

I know, but they

were worried. Oh!

Hello!

Hi!

Okay, let's get them

out of here.

- Come on.

- [Cruella] Well, Miss Houdini.

Aren't you in a tight spot?

Ooh, what fun

to get away with murder!

Ta-ta!

[Cackling]

[Cackling Continues]

I'm really beginning

to dislike that woman.

There's got to be a way

out of here.

- Hello, nice bird. Aah!

- Aah!

Waddlesworth!

Is Oddball with you?

You bet she's here.

She's commando leader.

- Now, pass up the pups, quick.

- Okay.

One. Have a seat.

Two. Good, good.

Join the other one.

Come on.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

[Sewing Machine Engines

Whirring]

One hundred. In a bunch.

Come on. In a bunch.

One hundred and...

Are you 100 or 101?

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