Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure Page #2

Go, Buster!

That a way, Buster!|Bust his butt off, Buster!

So, any of you|other low life mongre ls...

think youre dog enough|to take Buster on?

Dont be afraid!

Have no fear!|Have no fear!

Thats right, boys,|junkyard dogs rule this town!

And Buster rules the junkyard dogs!

Angel! Angel! Talk to me.

Whos the king of the junkyard ?

Oh, you are, Buster.

And its quite a kingdom|youve got here.

- Thats my girl.|- Im not your girl.

I dont belong to anyone.

Hey, hey. Look here, you guys.|Id say we got a new recruit.

- The little house dog.|- Hey, you got off the leash!

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey !|Wa tch it!

Oh, be still, my heart.|Im gettin a bad case of puppy love.

Whoa, whoa!|Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, Ruby.

Im the top dog around here.

And nobody joins the junkyard dogs|unless I say so.

So, whats your name, sport?

Names Scamp.

Well, howdy, Scamperoo.

So, you saw us having some fun|and thought youd join right in, huh?

- Yeah, sure.|- Hey, I hate to break|the news to ya, champ...

but not many house dogs|get to run in this pack.

- Im not a house dog.|- Oh, youre not?

Then whats this badge of respectability|hangin around your neck?

- Hey, collar boy !|- Hows life on the end of that chain?

No way ! lve had it|with the house dog life.

Nothing there|but rules, rules, rules.

I want to be wild and free|like you guys.

I dont know, kid.

Your average house dog|aint got what it takes.

Yeah, tell him what it takes, Buster!|Tell him what it takes!

# In junkyard society #

# Were repelled by all propriety #

# Humility and modesty #

# Good manners and sobriety #

# We always gulp our meat #

# Our coats are never neat #

# Alas, we lack all poise #

# Were full of natural noise #

# No pets you stroke and pat #

# You might as well be a cat #

# In junkyard #

# Society #

# Society #

# We are the mutual unelite #

# An underclass|from our head to feet #

# Our deeds are spiteful|our mischief pure #

# We got a natural disorder #

# For which theres no cure #

# Down to the junkyard #

# Straight to the junkyard #

# Step to the junkyard #

# Society rag #

# Thats where youre|nobodys perfumed pet #

# Where you can wet|where you want to wet #

# Where you put charity on the shelf #

# The only one|that youll look out for #

# Is you yourself #

# Down in the junkyard #

# Check out the junkyard #

# Doin the junkyard #

# Society rag #

# No distemper shots from the vet #

#- Show your temper#|# - Mean as you can get #

# Down at the yard|where we live and let #

# Chaos and trouble|Oh, we do it double #

# None of this play-it-safe|house dog stuff #

# Our days are risky|Our nights are ruff #

# The peaceful life|leaves us ill at ease #

# Were crude and loud in a crowd|and very proud of our fleas #

# Oh, I love this guy ! #

# Down at the #

# junkyard#

# Check out the junkyard #

# Step to the junkyard #

# Straight to the junkyard #

# Doin the junkyard#

# - Sing it, boy !|- Society #

# Rag ##

What a blast!|Id never get away with this at home.

So you really think you got what it|takes to be a junkyard dog, huh?

Hes got what it takes, Buster.|I saw all his moves back in that alley.

- Huh?|- Yeah, yeah. Watch this slick move.

Talented as you are,|it aint that easy, sport.

Every day out here|is like a test of survival.

- A test! Beautiful!|- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Good!

Baby, I always get my best ideas|when youre around.

- Thats why youre my girl.|- Im not your girl.

Okay, Scampers,|well give you a shot...

but you gotta pass a little test|of courage in Reggies alley.

- What? Reggies alley?|- But its never been done before.

Come here. Dont listen to them.|I got faith in you, kid.

Its just a little test to prove|you could stand on your own four paws.

Easy. Im not afraid of anything.

Thats what I like about you, kid.|You got spunk.

- Did you call the pound?|- Yes, dear. They have nt seen him.

Oh, Tramp.|Scamps never been out all night.

- So much could happen.|- Hey, easy, Pidge.

Well find him before he|gets himself in real trouble.

Oh, Miss Lady, maam!

We came as soon as we heard .

Oh! Och! Och!

Uncle Jock! Uncle Trusty !|Scamp ran away !

- What they said!|- Not to worry, little ladies.

Got my grandpappy|Ol Reliables...

keen sense of smell.

Say, have I ever told you girls...

about the time I saved your father|from certain death?

- No!|- No!|- Yep!

Och! Here he goes again.

I told you, therell be|no livin with him.

That Scamp is going to get|into so much trouble when he gets home.

- Yeah.|- Hmph! I dont even want him back.

Yeah. Who cares?|He should know better than to run off.

I bet he gets a slipper right across|his great, big, fat, uh--

Uh, we really do miss him, Mom.

Well be back with your brother|in no time.

Your old mans got twice the speed|and cunning as any dog half his age.

just using a few forgotten muscles,|thats all.

Lady, Tramp, lets go.

Come on. No tellin what mischief|that pups gettin into.

All right, Scampster.

Fetch the can out of the alley.

See ya!

- Its a spook! A spook!|- Its Reggie! Scatter!

Where, oh, where|has my little dog--

We ll, Ill be.|Youre not gettin away this time.

I got you now, you little hoodlum.

Hey ! Hey, now, get off of there !|Whoa! What are you, mad?

You crazy-- Aah!

Thatll get ya hard time|in the pound, fella--

attacking a deputy|animal control officers vehicle.

And a fine modern machine|like this one at that.

Two horsepower,|three miles to the gallon, boy.

Hey.

You saved my life. Nobody else here|would have dared to do that.

- Wow ! Did you see that?|- Is it possible?

Scamp is a canine hurricane.

You did everyone|a big favour, kay?

Oui. You are practically the hero.

-Shouldnt we go after him or something?|-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You got it all wrong, kid. In the|junkyard , its every dog for himself.

I can see were gonna have|to put you to another test.

Any-Anything you say, Buster.

- Will somebody open this thing?|- Okay, okay, okay.

- Is that open enough?|- Magnifique, Mooch.

- Thats using your head.|- Thanks again, huh?

You, uh, comin, tenderfoot?

I hit the thingy.

This is great.|This is living.

I never get to do this at home.|Whoo-hoo!

After I pass my next test,|lm gonna be...

the best junkyard dog|there ever was!

I dont think so, doll.|You may be good...

but youll never be|as good as the master.

- Ah, here we go.|- Rubys right, carnsarnit.

In my day, there was only one stray|by which all dogs was measured.

- The Tramp.|- Huh? What?

He taught Buster everything there is to|know about being on the streets, kay?

Busters trouble|was Tramps trouble.

And Tramps trouble|was Busters trouble, kay?

That dog was a prize,|the one that got away.

- Got away from me, at least.|- Got away with everything!

I heard he once stole|an entire meat wagon, kay?

Yeah, and then the dog catcher|chased him all the way to the river.

No, sir.|It was dog catchers.

- Uh, how many?|- At least a dozen.

- Hey !|- Two dozen.

Now that I think about it,|the police and the army cavalry...

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