One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961) - Quotes

Perdita: Pongo Look! There she is again: Cruella!

The Man: [angrily] Hey, lady, what in thunder are you tryin’ to do?! Crazy woman driver!

Perdita: [sees the Baduns traveling down a mountain road] Oh, Pongo, look it that!

Horace Badun: JASPER!

Jasper Badun: [wickedly cackling] There ain’t nothin’ to it. I’ll give him a bit of nudge, and shove him in the dirt! Ha-ha!

Pongo: Perdy, watch out!

Horace Badun: [Accidentally snaps the steering wheel off] JASPER!

Jasper Badun: HORACE!

Cruella de Vil: [last words simmering with rage; sobbing, completely hysterical] You idiots! You... you FOOLS! OH, YOU IMBECILES!!!

Jasper Badun: [last words annoyed] Ah, shut up!

Horace Badun: [last words] Ow!

Labrador: Pongo, I’ve got a ride home for you!

Pongo: A ride home? Perdy, did you hear that?

Perdita: Pongo, there she is: Cruella.

Pongo: Yes… and Jasper and Horace.

Perdita: Pongo, how will we get to the van?

Pongo: I don’t know, Perdy. But somehow, we’ve got to.

Lucky: Mother, Dad, Patch pushed me in the fireplace.

Patch: Lucky pushed me first.

Lucky: Did not.

Patch: Did too.

Lucky: Did not.

Lucky: [angrily sticks a tongue at Patch] Did not!

Perdita: Please, children, don't quarrel.

Pongo: [rolls around in soot] Say...Perdy, I've got an idea.

Perdita: Pongo, what on Earth...?

Pongo: Look! I'm a Labrador! We'll all roll in the soot! We'll all be Labradors!

Labrador: Say! That is an idea!

Pongo: Come on, kids! Roll in the soot!

Penny: You mean you want us to get dirty?

Pepper: Did you hear that, Freckles? Dad wants us to get dirty.

Cadpig: Mother, should we?

Perdita: [sighs] Do as your father says.

Pepper: This'll be fun!

Cadpig: I always wanted to get good and dirty!

Pongo: That’s the stuff! The blacker, the better!

Lucky: I’m ready.

Patch: Me too!

Freckles: How’s this, Dad?

Pongo: [to puppies; stops Rolly] Wait a minute. Now, that’s enough. Not too many at a time. Uh-oh. Rolly, hold on, son. You’re only half done.

Labrador: And now, stay right with me, kids.

Penny: [giggles] We’re gonna fool the ol’ mad lady.

Perdita: [nervously] Pongo, I’m so afraid.

Horace Badun: [points out the puppies] Look, Jasper: Do you suppose they disguised themselves?

Jasper Badun: [angrily hits Horace on the head] Say now, Horace. That’s just what they did. Dogs is always paintin’ themselves black! You idiot!

Pongo: [watches them from the window back at the blacksmith's shop; leaves to get the next bunch of puppies, until Perdita sees Cruella coming in her car and ducks down to avoid being seen by her as Cruella passes the window the other way. Pongo and the puppies wait to move outside, until Cruella stops her car. Perdita then sees Horace and Jasper coming and runs off to hide. Before Jasper gets a closer look, both he and Horace hear Cruella blowing her horn] Well, so far, so good. C’mon, Perdy. Better get on your make-up. I’ll go ahead with the next bunch.

Cruella de Vil: [angrily shouts] Jasper! Horace! Well?

Jasper Badun: Aw, now, be reasonable, miss.

Horace Badun: We’re froze clean to our bones.

Jasper Badun: We’ve been out all night and all day and with nothin’ to eat.

Cruella de Vil: [speeds off] They’re somewhere in this village, and we’re going to find them! Now get going!

Pongo: Do you think they’ve seen us?

Labrador: No, but we’re running out of time.

Car Mechanic: Try ‘er again, mate.

Pongo: Hurry, Perdy. The van’s about to leave.

Labrador: Better hurry.

Pongo: [leaves the grab the last bunch] I’ll get the rest.

Car Mechanic: [closes the truck hood] Well, that ought to do er. At least, she’ll get you back to London.

Labrador: Better get aboard, miss.

Horace Badun: [whacks Jasper softly on the butt to get his attention. Then, Jasper shakes his fire poker on the door, scaring the puppies into hiding.] Hey, Jasper.

Jasper Badun: [head go to the back of the blacksmith shop to investigate the interior, but Pongo catches up to the last of the puppies and leads them out just in time.] C’mon, Horace.

Pongo: Hurry, kids! C’mon, kids. Run on ahead.

Freckles: She’s watching us, Dad.

Pongo: Keep going. Keep going.

Cruella de Vil: [glares in her side-view mirror] It can’t be! It’s impossible!

Labrador: Run for it puppies!

Cruella de Vil: JASPER! HORACE! JASPER! There they go! In the van! After them! AFTER THEM!

Pongo: [grabs a tree branch off a tree and sweeps away their paw prints, using the branch as a broom and gets out of the way just in time, as Cruella's car drives over the hill] Hurry, kids. Hurry!

Cruella de Vil: [evilly sees the trailing paw prints on the other side of the road; chuckles evilly, blares the horn and angrily calls Jasper and Horace] Well, now, what have we here? Well... So, they thought they could outwit Cruella. Jasper! Horace! Here's their tracks heading straight for the village!

Jasper: [evilly sees the paw prints] Blimey! Oh, it's them, all right.

Cruella de Vil: Work your way south on the side roads. I'll take the main road. See you in Dinsford!

Pongo: [keeps track of the dalmatian puppies behind; sees Lucky struggling to keep up with the rest of the group; grabs Lucky with his teeth and carries him the rest of the way] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98... Oh, Lucky! C'mon, Lucky boy. We can't give up now.

Lucky: I'm tired and I'm hungry and my tail's froze... and my nose is froze and my ears are froze. And my toes are froze.

Collie: [meets up with Pongo and Lucky] Pongo! Pongo! Pongo! We'd just about lost hope. We have shelter for you... at the dairy barn across the road.

Pongo: [runs to Perdita who is leading the rest of the puppies and calls out to her] Oh, thank goodness. Perdy! Perdy! This way, Perdy. The dairy barn across the road.

Perdita: [hears her mate calling and leads the puppies to the dairy barn] C'mon, kids.

Pongo: It's not far. C'mon, this way. Follow the collie.

Princess: Just look, Queenie. Have you ever seen so many puppies?

Queenie: Aren't they adorable!

Duchess: Perfectly darling.

Princess: The poor, little dears. They're completely worn out and half frozen!

Perdita: They all here, Pongo?

Pongo: [puts Lucky down by Perdita's feet] Yes, dear. All 99 accounted for.

Queenie: The famous Pongos. We were so worried about you.

Collie: Been trying to reach you for hours. Afraid you'd been captured.

Queenie: How did you make it all this way? And in such dreadful weather?

Duchess: And with all those little ones.

Rolly: I'm hungry, Mother. I'm hungry.

Cadpig: I'm hungry, too.

Freckles: Mother, we're hungry.

Two-Tone, Dipstick, Jewel, Fidget and Wizzer: We're all hungry.

Perdita: I'm sorry, children.

Princess: Do they like warm milk? It's fresh.

Perdita: Oh.

Rolly: Where, mother? Where is it?

Cadpig: Where is the milk?

Queenie: Come and get it, kids. It's on the house.

Perdita: [leads the kids behind the dairy cows to let the kids feed on their mill] This way, children. Around this way. Now, don't crowd. You'll have to take turns. Rolly, wait your turn, dear.

Duchess: Don't worry, kids. There's plenty for all. Ooh! The little darlings.

Collie: [brings him a discarded sandwich] Pongo, a few scraps I saved for you and the missus.

Pongo: Oh, thank you.

Collie: It's not much, but it might hold you as far as Dinsford.

Pongo: Huh? Dinsford?

Collie: Yes, there's a Labrador there. His pet is a grocer.

Pongo: [yawns] Oh, I... I'm terribly sorry.

Collie: [goes outside to keep an eye out for Cruella and the Baduns] Oh, quite all right. Quite all right. Now, get some rest and don't worry. I'll be standing watch.

Perdita: I don't know what we'd have done if...

Queenie: Oh, we're very honoured to be of service.

Princess: We're only sorry we can't do more.

Duchess: Anyone who would think of hurting these dear, little puppies...

Queenie: Shh! Duchess!

Duchess: They're so dear.

Princess: I wish they could stay with us for always.

Queenie: Princess, shh. Quiet, everyone. Let them sleep, the poor things. They're so exhausted, and they still have such a long way to go.

Cruella de Vil: Well?! Any sign of them?!

Jasper Badun: Not so much as one bloomin’ footprint. And we've been up and down every blinkin’ road in the whole county.

Horace Badun: [shivering, wrapped up in a] We're froze stiff! We're givin’ up--

Cruella: [grabs Horace threateningly; shoves him back into the Baduns' truck] Oh, no you don't! We’ll find the little mongrels if it takes till next Christmas! NOW GET GOING! And watch your driving, you imbeciles! You want to get nabbed by the police?! with this?

Patch: Dad! Mother!

Freckles: I missed you, Mummy.

Penny: Here we are, Mummy.

Perdita: [relieved] Oh, my darlings... my darlings!

Lucky: How'd you find us, Dad?

Pongo: [laughing] Lucky, Patch, Pepper! Freckles!

Dipstick: Oh, Daddy!

Pongo: And Rolly, you little rascal!

Rolly: Did you bring me anything to eat?

Pongo: Everybody here? All 15?

Patch: Twice that many, Dad. Now there's 99 of us!

Dalmatian Puppy 4: She's gonna make coats out of us.

Perdita: She couldn't!

Sergeant Tibbs: [seriously] That's right: Dog-skin coats.

The Colonel: [doubtful] Oh, dog-skin coats! Oh, come now, Tibbs!

Sergeant Tibbs: [truthfully] But it's true, sir.

Patch: Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and... skin us!

Perdita: She's a devil, a witch! What'll we do?

Pongo: We have to get back to London somehow.

Pongo: [judiciously] Perdy, we'll take them home with us; all of them. Our pets would never turn them out.

Captain: [snorting; sees the Baduns driving their truck down the road as their follow their tracks] Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It's a truck headin this way.

Sergeant Tibbs: It's the Baduns, Horace and Jasper. They're following our tracks.

The Colonel: Well, we've got em out numbered, Tibs. When I give the signal, we'll attack.

Sergeant Tibbs: Colonel, sir, I'm afraid that would be disastrous.

The Colonel: Ahem! Oh, you think so?

Sergeant Tibbs: Out the back way, across the pasture.

Pongo: Thank you, Sergeant, Colonel, Captain.

Perdita: Bless you all.

Pongo: How can we ever repay you?

The Colonel: Ahem! Nothing at all. All in the line of duty.

Sergeant Tibbs: That's right, sir... routine.

Captain: Better be off. Here they come.

Perdita: [leads the puppies out the barn and across the pasture] C'mon, kids, hurry.

The Colonel: Yes, good luck, and never fear! We'll hold them off til the bitter end!

Jasper Badun: Now, what's this? Hey, out of my way, you barkin haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin block off!

Horace: Well, they ain't in here, Jasper.

Jasper Badun: No. They're hiding in the hay. Here, give me a match. We'll burn em out.

Sergeant Tibbs: [pulls down Captain's ear, letting him kick Jasper in the butt and into the barn roof, surprising Colonel; fires Captain's leg, kicking Horace in the butt and right into the barn roof where Jasper is] Ready, Captain. Aim... Fire one! Fire two!

Jasper Badun: [rush back outside, where Jasper rides up in the truck and lets his brother get on, drive down the country road and stop at a bridge, where they shine their flashlights on a frozen creek] Hey! There they go, the little sneaks! C'mon, Horace, back to the truck. We'll head em off in half a mile. Ah, they gotta be around here somewhere.

Horace Badun: Jasper, I've been thinkin'.

Jasper Badun: Now, Horace.

Horace Badun: [shines his flashlight on the creek, just as Rolly bursts out from the formation and near the flashlight] Well, what if they went down the froze-up creek so's not to leave their tracks?

Jasper Badun: [meanly yanks Horace back in his car seat; starts up the truck and drives off into the distance] Aw, Horace, you idiot! Dogs ain't that smart.

Pongo: [watches them leave and then turns to Perdita and the puppies] All clear, Perdy. All clear.

Whizzer: [slips on the ice in front of Pongo] We gave em the slip! Didn't we, Dad?

Penny: They didn't even see us, Patch!

Perdita: Shh, children. Children, shh.

Lucky: [tries catching up to them, but his feet slip on the ice] My feet are slippery. I wish we could walk on the snow.

Pongo: [picks up Lucky with his mouth; follows the dalmatians behind with Lucky in his teeth. His hind legs slip on the ice, then he stands back up and resumes following them] No, son, we can't leave tracks.

Perdita: [concerned] Oh, Pongo, Pongo, I'm afraid we're lost.

Pongo: [barks loudly to get the Colonel's attention] It can't be far.

The Colonel: [hears Pongo's barking in the distance; gallops and barks in response, until he slips on a frozen pond and into a snowbank, where he continues barking] By Jove! It can't be the Pongos.

Pongo: [listens to Colonel's barking] It's the Colonel. Come on, this way.

Pongo: Colonel? Are you the Colonel?

The Colonel: Oh, Pingo! Uh... Uh... Pongo?

Perdita: Our puppies! Our puppies, are they all right?

The Colonel: No time to explain. There's trouble. A big hullabaloo. Come along! Follow me!

Jasper Badun: [cackling wickedly; Pongo and Perdita suddenly crashes in, snarling; they both start attacking] Ah, ha-ha-ha! Now, we’ve got ‘em, Horace. They‘ve run out of room! Hey, what have we got here?! A couple of spotted hyenas?! C’mon, Horace, old pal! Give ‘em what for! I’m right behind ya, lad!

Jasper Badun: [angrily kicks Horace] Oof! Oh, you clumsy clod!

Horace Badun: Hey, Jasper! I’ll knock the spots off you! Let go! Let go!

The Colonel: Well, by George!

Jasper Badun: [violently kicks Pongo against the wall] You mangy mongrel!

Jasper Badun: [smashes the wall with his crowbar] I’ll knock your blinkin block off!

Jasper Badun: YEOW!!

The Colonel: [looks through a hole in the door] Blast ‘em, Tibbs. Go on, give ‘em what for.

Sergeant Tibbs: No, no, Colonel! Retreat, retreat!

The Colonel: Yes. Oh, yes, of course. Retreat! Retreat, on the double!

Horace Badun: Help, Jasper, Jasper! Get me out of here!

Jasper Badun: Hey, Horace, they’re fighting dirty!

Horace Badun: [falls in the fireplace; hits his head in the fireplace and bolts away, as he puts out the flames on the seat of his pants] Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh! JASPER!

Jasper Badun: HORACE!

Pongo: C’mon, Perdy. Let’s go.

Jasper Badun: [angrily shakes his fist] I’ll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas, if it’s the last thing I do!

Captain: [sticks his head out to ask his superior a question] Any news, Colonel?

Colonel: Not a blasted thing. They're lost or captured, or something, or other. Who knows what.

Sergeant Tibbs: [sees Cruella's car driving down the road] Colonel, sir, Colonel! Here she comes a car.

Colonel: Oh, come now, Tibs. Don't be ridiculous. They wouldn't be driving.

Sergeant Tibbs: Yes, I know, sir. But it's heading for Hell Hall. It... It's stopping at the gate!

Colonel: It is? Blast it all, Tibbs! Better see what's up. On the double, man. On the double!

Sergeant Tibbs: [jumps on Colonel's back as they head for the de Vil mansion] Yes, sir.

Colonel: Take over, Captain!

Captain: [respectfully wishes Colonel and Tips a good luck] Righto, sir.

Quizmaster: I'm sorry, Mr. Simpkins. The answer is no. No, no, no, no. Six down, four to go.

Inspector Graves: Ah, was this a single item or a number of things?

Quizmaster: It must be a yes or no question, Inspector.

Cruella de Vil: [turns off the TV] I've got no time to argue. I tell you it's got to be done tonight. Do you understand?! Tonight!

Horace Badun: But they ain't big enough.

Jasper Badun: You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.

Sergeant Tibbs: [spying] Coats?! Dog-skin coats?!

Cruella de Vil: Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait! The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!

Horace Badun: How are we gonna do it?

Cruella de Vil: Any way you like. Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head! You got any chloroform?

Jasper Badun: Not a drop.

Horace Badun: And no ether...either.

Jasper Badun: [violently bonks Horace on the head with his wine-bottle] Eye-ther"!

Cruella de Vil: I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!

Jasper Badun: Aw, please, miss. Now have pity, will ya? Can't we see the rest of the show first?

Horace Badun: We want to see "What's My Crime?

Cruella de Vil: [angrily hits Jasper and Horace's faces; She slams the door behind her in a fit of rage; the slam causes a chunk of the ceiling to come loose and fall on Horace's head] Now listen, you idiots! I'll be back first thing in the morning! And the job better be done or I'll... I'll... I'll call the police! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

Horace Badun: I think she means it, Jasper.

Jasper Badun: [turns the TV back on] Ah...we'll get on with it as soon as the show's over.

Quizmaster: Will you please sign in, sir?

Sergeant Tibbs: Hey, kids. You'd better get out of here if you want to save your skins.

Dalmatian Puppy 1: But, how?

Sergeant Tibbs: [points to the hole in the wall right by the door] Shh. There's a hole in the wall there by the door. C'mon, shake a leg. Psst. Kids, follow me.

Horace: [laughing] Hey, Jasper, look! Ha-ha-ha-ha. It's old Meathead!

Jasper: Yeah, what do you know: Old Meathead Fauncewater!

Sergeant Tibbs: C'mon, now. Don't crowd. One at a time! One at a time!

Quizmaster: Now, for our last contestant this evening, panel, meet Mr. Percival Fauncewater. Now, Mr. Fauncewater, if the panel fails to guess your unusual crime in ten questions, you will receive two weeks vacation at a fashionable seaside resort, all expenses paid. That is, of course, after you've paid your debt to society.

Quizmaster: Now, um, who will take the first question? Inspector?

Inspector Graves: Ah, Mr. Fauncewater, could your crime be classified as larceny? A theft, you know? A burglary of some sort?

Sergeant Tibbs: [orders the puppies to line up against the wall, as more puppies sneak past the Baduns and meet up with the others, whispering] Straighten out! Form a queue along the wall. C'mon, snap it up. Faster!

Quizmaster: Mr. Fauncewater is a burglar by trade, but in this case, his crime was not burglary. I'm sorry: The answer is no. One down, nine to go. Miss Birdwell?

Miss Birdwell: If your crime wasn't robbery, wherein did you... Oh, dear, what I mean is... Do something of a violent nature, that it is..

Quizmaster: Oh, come, come, come, Miss Birdwell, we're running short of time.

Miss Birdwell: Oh, yes, of course. So sorry. Did you do someone in?

Sergeant Tibbs: [sees Lucky watching the game show with interest] Oh, blimey!

Quizmaster: Oh, no, Miss Birdwell, I'm sorry. The answer is no. Two down, eight to go. Mr. Simpkins?

Mr. Simpkins: Oh, yes. Your crime was not robbery and not homicide. Well then, could it be a violation of a city ordinance of some sort?

Sergeant Tibbs: [tries grabbing Lucky's tail, but Lucky leans up to get a closer view of the screen, where Mr. Fauncewater whispers something into the Host's ear] Psst. Hey, kid, let's go.

Quizmaster: I see. Uh, uh, no. The answer is no, no, no.

Horace: [roughly hands Lucky to Jasper who angrily tosses him aside] Hey, get out of the way, you little runt!

Quizmaster: Three down, seven to go. Inspector?

Inspector Graves: Oh, this is very confusing, I must say, strictly. Surely, this crime could...

Quizmaster: I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid we've run out of time.

Jasper Badun: [annoyed] Aw, now, ain't that always the way!

Quizmaster: Would it be possible for Mr. Fauncewater to come back next week? Then, we could finish our little game. Goodnight, audience. See you next week at the same time on "What's My Crime?

Jasper Badun: [yawning as he and Horace put on their coats; evilly grabs a fire poker] Oh, well. C'mon, Horace. Let's get on with it. I'll pop em off, you do the skinnin'.

Horace Badun: [evilly pulls off a chair leg and uses it as a club] Oh, no, you don't, Jasper! I'll pop em off and you do the skinnin'.

Jasper Badun: [notices all the captured puppies are gone; pulls out a flashlight] Hey, Horace, look! They're gone! They flew the coop, right out through this little hole. Here, grab a torch. We'll run em down before you can say "Bob's your uncle".

Jasper Badun: [creepily calls for Rolly's attention] There they go, Horace, up the stairs. Here, puppies. Here, puppies! C'mon. Now, don't go hiding from your ol Uncle Jasper. Aw, I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Horace Badun: But, I thought we was gonna pop em off.

Jasper Badun: [puts his hand in Horace's mouth to shut him up] Shut up. Now, take a squint in there, and I'll check these other two rooms.

Jasper Badun: [looks under the bed and is startled by Sgt. Tibbs] Here, puppies. Puppies, come on out. Come out wherever you are.

Jasper Badun: [gets plowed over by the puppies] Horace! Oh! It's that mangy tabby cat! He's the ringleader! Head em off, Horace! Head em...

Jasper Badun: [ticked off; angrily punches Horace on the head] You bungling blockhead!

Sergeant Tibbs: [leads the puppies downstairs and right under the stairwell to hide from the crooks, who are catching right up with them] Back here! Back here! Shh. Here they come.

Jasper Badun: [grumbles angrily] Double-crossin little twerps, pullin a snitch on us, and after we took care of em all this time. There's gratitude for you.

Horace Badun: It ain't fair, Jasper.

Jasper Badun: Naw.

Jasper Badun: [points to puppies] Hey, Horace, there they go!

Colonel: Sergeant? I say, Sergeant.

Sergeant Tibbs: [respectfully tries to explain] Sorry, sir. No time to explain. Busy, sir!

Jasper Badun: Shut that door, Horace! We'll close in on em. Enough of this "Ring Around the Rosy".

Perdita: What is it, Pongo? What is it?

Pongo: It's the Great Dane. He has news for us. He'll meet us at Primrose Hill.

Perdita: How'll we get out?

Pongo: The back bedroom window. It's always open a wee bit. C'mon.

Danny: Pongos, you've made it. Good.

Pongo: What's the word? What's the news?

Perdita: Have they found our puppies?

Danny: They've been located somewhere north of here in Suffolk.

Perdita: [relieved] Oh, thank heavens.

Danny: Can you leave tonight?

Pongo: Yes, yes, of course.

Perdita: We can leave right away.

Danny: Good! I'll go along as far as Camden Road and give you instructions.

Danny: And when you reach Withermarsh, contact old Towser. He'll direct you to the Colonel, and the Colonel will take you to your puppies at the De Vil place.

Perdita: [shocked] De Vil?!

Pongo: [shocked] The De Vil place?!

Perdita: [realized] Oh, Pongo, it was her!

Danny: Oh, someone you know?

Pongo: [respectfully appreciates Danny] Sorry, sir. Come on, There's no time to explain.

Perdita: I hope we're not too late.

Danny: [echoing] Good luck, Pongos and farewell! If you lose your way, contact the barking chain! They'll be standing by!

The Colonel: They say the ol place is haunted, or bewitched, or some such fiddle-faddle.

Sergeant Tibbs: [looks at the exterior of Hell Hall] Fiddle-faddle and rot, sir.

The Colonel: Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run in to. Well, blast it all, Tibbs! On the double, man! On the double!

Sergeant Tibbs: [salutes Colonel; leaps off Colonel's back and scampers up a tree branch, finally reaches the windowsill, which crumbles in some parts, wipes his paw on the glass to get a good visual of the hall, sees a large, dark, gloomy foyer, complete with a tall, winding staircase, a plated armor statue with an axe in its hand, and a glowing crack through the wall, opens the window, giving off a creaking sound, then lands on the floor and makes it to the crack, checks if the coast is clear and squeezes himself inside the living room, where he comes upon a yawning dalmatian puppy without a collar] Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir. Psst! Rover! Spotty!

Rover: Hmm, what?

Sergeant Tips: Are you one of the 15 stolen puppies?

Rover: We're not stolen. We're bought and paid for. There's 99 of us all together.

Sergeant Tips: [sees a vast sea of dalmatian puppies sleeping across the living room floor] 99?!

Spotty: How bout that bunch of little ones? They have names and collars. They're not from the pet shops.

Sergeant Tips: 15 of them?

Rover: We never counted them. They're over there by the TV.

Sergeant Tibbs: [creeps over to the couch to count the puppies] Then, I'd better count em.

Spotty: Watch out for the Baduns.

Sergeant Tibbs: Baduns?

Rover: Those two blokes, Horace and Jasper. They're mean ones, they are.

Jasper Badun: [throws a dart that lands on a dartboard, laughs evilly; laughs evilly, swats Horace in the belly, and Horace irritatedly looks at him] Ey, look, Horace! Watch me pot Is Lordship smack on the conk! How's that for callin em, eh?

Sergeant Tips: [counting] 1... 2... 3, 4, 5, 6...

Horace Badun: [impolitely eats with his mouth full of food] Hey, Jasper! Come on now. Give us a swig, just a short one.

Jasper Badun: [sets the wine bottle down next to Tibbs] Now, Horace, this here hogwash ain't fit for a fancy bloke like yourself. Besides, you'd get crumbs in it, you cabbage head!

Horace Badun: [take his first bite and notices his toppings are gone] All right. Guzzle the whole works, and I hope it gives you collywobbles, that's what. Hey, Jasper, did you...

Sergeant Tips: [counting] Let me see... 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...

Horace Badun: [angrily pushes Lucky down from the TV set] Hey! Get down, you little runt, and stay down!

Horace Badun: [angrily threatens Patch] Go on! Get out of here, or I'll... I'll black your other peeper.

Sergeant Tibbs: Where was I? 9... 9... three more. 12 and... 1, 2, 3. That's 15! They're the ones!

Jasper Badun: [accidentally grabs Sergeant Tibbs and drinks him which causes him to screech in alarm and run off with fright, sputtering with cat germs and gets it off his tongue; notices Tibbs bounding away as the puppies bark in surprise] Blimey! What the... Hey, Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!

Jasper: [armed with a bunch of darts in his hands, laughs evilly; violently throws the darts to kill Tibbs squirming against the wall and cruelly raises an empty wine bottle to aim at Tibbs running away from the living room; laughs evilly; angrily throws the wine bottle at Tibbs, but misses him as Tibbs squeezes back through the crack and The wine bottle shatters in pieces] How'd you like a tabby cat stew? Or a cat casserole? A la MODE!

Lucy: [waddles up to him] Towser, what's going on? What is it? What's all the gossip?

Towser: Taint no gossip, Lucy. It be all the way from London.

Lucy: You don't say!

Towser: 15 puppies stolen.

Lucy: But there's no puppies around here. Not since Nellie's last litter. And they're all grown up.

Towser: Well, then, we'd best send the word along. It be up to me to reach the Colonel! He be the only one in barking range.

Lucy: You'll never reach him at this hour!

Towser: [barks loudly, reaching an old farm establishment, where a gate with a sign above reads "Lancers: H.M. Forces Ret.: Maj. General S.F. Smedley: The 9th Queen's Royal Lancers". A grey farm horse named Captain opens the stall door] Well, I can try! I'll bark all night if I have to. Ahem!

Captain: [neighing lowly; peaks louder to wake up Sergeant Tibbs, a tabby cat sleeping on his back; neighs loudly to wake up Tibbs] Hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm... sounds like old Towser. It's an alert. Sergeant! Sergeant Tibbs! I SAY, SERGEANT!

Sergeant Tibbs: [screeches, then promptly salutes] Who? What? Oh, yes, Captain!

Captain: Barking signal. It's an alert. Report to the Colonel at once.

Sergeant Tibbs: [respectfully salutes Captain; hops off Captain's back and scurries along the barn rafters to find Colonel. He reaches an empty barn stall with plenty of hay scattered on the floor and looks for Colonel; yelps as Colonel wakes up] Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir! Colonel? I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel? Colonel?!

The Colonel: What? What? Who goes there?

Sergeant Tibbs: Sergeant Tibbs reporting, sir.

The Colonel: Tibbs? Tibbs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibbs!

Sergeant Tibbs: Colonel, sir-

The Colonel: Now, look here, Tibbs. What's the idea of barging in at this hour of the night?

Sergeant Tibbs: But, Colonel...

The Colonel: Hold on, Sergeant. You hear that? Sounds like an alert.

Sergeant Tibbs: Yes, Colonel.

The Colonel: Well, we'd better look into it. Come along, on the double!

Sergeant Tibbs: [follows Colonel to the stall next to Captain's stall, just as Captain himself hears the last of the message] Yes, sir. Righto, sir.

Captain: It's old Towser down at Withermarsh, sir.

The Colonel: [barking] By Jove, yes! So it is. Well, I'll see what he wants. Ahem!

Towser: [chuckles] It'd be the Colonel. The old boy himself! He wants the message.

Lucy: You'd better make it loud and clear or he'll never get it.

The Colonel: One long howl, two short. One yip and a woof.

Sergeant Tibbs: Two yips, sir.

Captain: What's the word, Colonel?

The Colonel: It's from London.

Sergeant Tibbs: It must be important.

The Colonel: Sounds like a number. Three fives are 13.

Sergeant Tibbs: Um, ah, that's 15, sir.

The Colonel: [more barking] 15? Of course 15! Yes, dot, spot, spot, spotted puddings...poodles...No, no, puddles.

The Captain: Puddles, sir?

The Colonel: 15 spotted puddles stolen, oh, balderdash!

Sergeant Tibbs: Better double-check it, Colonel.

The Colonel: [barks, then barking in the distance in response] Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better. Two woofs, one yip and a woof.

Sergeant Tibbs: It sounds like puppies, sir.

The Colonel: Of course, puppies!

Sergeant Tibbs: Colonel, Colonel, sir, I just remembered. Two nights past, I heard puppy barking at Hell Hall.

The Colonel: You mean the old De Vil place? Nonsense, Tibbs! No one's lived there for years.

Captain: Hold on! There's smoke coming from the chimney!

The Colonel: [barking] By Jove, that's strange... strange indeed. I suppose we'd better investigate. I'll send word for ol Towser to stand by.

Towser: [receives the last message from the Colonel] Please... stand... by.

Lucy: What's he mean by that?

Towser: I don't know. Oh... maybe the ol boy's found something!

Lucy: Oh, I do hope so!

Perdita: There’s no one out tonight. I’m afraid it’s too cold.

Pongo: [hears barking nearby; barks in response, which angers Roger] We’ve got to keep trying, Perdy." Perdy, we’re in luck! It’s the Great Dane at Hampstead.

Roger Radcliffe: Pongo, quiet, boy! Do you wanna stir up the whole neighborhood? Come on, Pongo.

Anita Radcliffe: Perdy, come on, girl!

Roger Radcliffe: [angrily drags Pongo to bring him home] Let’s go, boy. Oh, Pongo, you old idiot! Come on, now! We’re going home!

Scotty: What is it, Danny? Who’s on the telegraph?

Danny: It’s Pongo, Regents Park! It’s an all-dog alert.

Scotty: What’s it all about? What's the word? Tell me, Danny! Tell me, tell me! Tell me!

Danny: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Well, now… Hmm, that is something.

Scotty: What, Danny? What’s something?

Danny: 15 Dalmatian puppies, stolen!

Scotty: Have they called the police? Scotland Yard?

Danny: The humans have tried everything. Now, it’s up to us dogs... and the Twilight Bark!

Scotty: [barks so loudly and rapidly that he bounces like a jackhammer and grips on the column to prevent himself from falling off] I’ll sound the alert!

Danny: Woof! Woof!

Dachshund: [goes to a drainpipe and barks the message up through the drainpipe, where it reaches Prissy's apartment. As Prissy's owner uses her as a model for her new art project, Prissy runs to the window and barks in reply, until her owner yanks her back inside] Ah!

Prissy's owner: Prissy, come in here!

Coco's Owner: Coco! Be quiet now!

Man: [angrily shouting] Aw, shut up! Quiet! WILL YOU BE QUIET?!

Roger Radcliffe: Maybe it’s Scotland Yard. M-Maybe they found something. Hello? Uh, hello, Inspector? I--

Cruella de Vil: Is Anita there?

Roger Radcliffe: Who?

Cruella de Vil: Anita!

Roger Radcliffe: Uh… it’s for you.

Anita Radcliffe: Hello?

Cruella de Vil: Anita, darling.

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Cruella.

Cruella de Vil: Oh, Anita, what a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers. I couldn’t believe it.

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, Cruella. It was quite a shock.

Roger Radcliffe: What does she want? Is she calling to confess?

Anita Radcliffe: Roger, please!

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, she’s a sly one, she is.

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, yes, w-w-we’re doing everything possible.

Cruella de Vil: Have you called the police?

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, we--we called Scotland Yard. But, I-I'm afraid…

Roger Radcliffe: [angrily confronts Cruella] Where are they?!

Anita Radcliffe: [takes the phone back; hangs up the phone] You idiot! Sorry, Cruella. Yes... if there’s any news, we’ll let you know. Thank you, Cruella. Roger, I admit she’s eccentric, but she’s not a thief.

Roger Radcliffe: Well, she’s still number one suspect in my book!

Anita Radcliffe: Well, she’s been investigated by Scotland Yard. What more do you want?

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, I don’t know, darling. I don’t know.

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roge. What’ll we do? What’ll we do?

Pongo: Perdy...I'm afraid it's all up to us.

Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Isn't there any hope?

Pongo: Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.

Perdita: The twilight bark? But dear, that's only a gossip chain.

Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now we'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.

Cruella de Vil: [evilly laughs] Dognapping!" Can you imagine such a thing? "15 Puppies Stolen". They are darling little things. Anita and her... and her bashful Beethoven! Pipe and all! Oh, Roger, you are a fool!

Cruella de Vil: Hello? Jasper! Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here!

Jasper Badun: [as Horace tries to get his attention] But we don't want no more of this ere! We want our boodle! We'll settle for half!

Cruella de Vil: Not one schilling till the job's done! Do you Understand?

Horace Badun: [shows him the morning newspaper] Jasper!

Jasper Badun: It's here in the blinkin papers! Pictures and all!

Cruella de Vil: Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow.

Horace Badun: I don't like it, Jasper. I don't-

Jasper Badun: [to Horace] Ah, shaddup, you idiot!

Cruella de Vil: [thinking she was insulted] WHAT?!?!

Jasper Badun: [on the phone] No, no, not you, miss! I mean Horace here!

Cruella de Vil: [annoyed; angrily slams down the phone] Why, you imbecile!

Nanny: [answers the door] Here, here. Now Patch, you settle down. Oh, dear. Go to sleep now. Close your little eyes. That’s a good little one. Now, who do you suppose...?

Jasper Badun: Good evening, ma'am. We're here to inspect the wiring and the switches.

Horace Badun: And we're from the gas company.

Jasper Badun: [angrily prods Horace] Electric, electric.

Horace Badun: Oh. Electric company!

Nanny: Oh, but we didn't call for any inspection.

Jasper Badun: Oh yes, I know. See, there's a new Act just passed in Parliament. Comes under the heading of the "Defence of the Realm Act": Article Four, Section 29. Very important - it's the law! And it's for your own safety, ma'am.

Nanny: Well, I don't care what Parliament, Realm or whatever it is says. You're not coming in here, not with the Mister and the Missus gone.

Jasper Badun: [rudely storms through the door] Oh, now. Come off it, Ducky. We got no time to palaver. We got a job to do. EXCUSE ME!

Nanny: [clumsily falls on her bottom] What's the matter with you two?! You got cloth ears? I said you're not coming in here!

Jasper Badun: [laughs mockingly, then evilly heads upstairs] Ho, ho, ho! She's a regular old tartar, ain't she, Horace?

Nanny: [angrily chasing Jasper] Don't you dare go up there, you big long-legged lummox! Now I mean it! If you don't get out of this house, I'll call the police, I will! Now be off with you, you big...you big weasel!

Jasper Badun: [Nanny angrily throws a teapot at him, but it misses and breaks; evilly calling down for Horace while trapping Nanny in the attic; we see Horace downstairs with a bag, heading for the puppies in the kitchen] Now you've been gone and done it. You've cut me to the quick, lady. Why, I wouldn't stay here if you asked me to. Not even for a cup of tea. Oy! Horace, me lad! I've got a sneaky suspicion we're not welcome here. Pack up, we're leaving. Sharp's the word, and quick's the action.

Nanny: [angrily pulls on the door] Let me out! Help! I'll call the police! Help!

Jasper Badun: [offscreen] Goodnight, Ducky! Ta-ta!

Nanny: [furiously gets up; goes over to the window, and sees them drive off; angrily runs down the stairs to the kitchen; as she gets there, she is horrified to find the empty puppies' bed; looks around frantically; runs out the kitchen and out on the street] Why, these good-for-nothing hoodlums! Electric company. Huh! They're nothing but common sneak thieves. I'll bet they made off with the good silver. Why, I bet they took every last... Oh! The puppies! The puppies, they're gone! Patch?! Lucky?! Rolly?! Oh, they took the puppies! Oh...whatever will I do? Those scoundrels! They stole the puppies! Police? Help! The puppies! Police! Somebody help me out! Help! Help! Help!

Jasper Badun: [first words] There they go, Horace, me lad. Out for their evening constitutional. A lovely pair of turtledoves. Around the Johnny Horner, and off to the park.

Horace Badun: [first words] Yeah, but I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch and they'll throw the keys away.

Jasper Badun: Ah, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of boodle!

Horace Badun: Yes, but, uhm, I've been thinking-

Jasper Badun: [grabs him angrily; starts up their truck and drives it up to the doorsteps of Roger and Anita’s flat. The truck makes sputtering noises along the way and stops with a squeak. Jasper and Horace emerge from the truck and walk up the doorsteps, as Horace as a handbag in his hands] YOU'VE BEEN THINKIN’?! Now, look here, Horace, I warned you about thinkin’! I've got the knob for this job, so let's get on with it. Ohh, nobody home but the little ol’ cook. Now you just leave her to ol’ Jasper. He can handle her real diplomatic-like!

Horace: Yeah, but uh, I still don’t like it.

Freckles: C’mon, Thunderbolt.

Jewel: C’mon, Thunderbolt.

Fidget: Go get him, Thunder.

Patch: He’ll get that dirty ol’ horse thief.

Jewel: Old Thunderbolt’s the greatest dog in the whole world.

Patch: He’s even better than Dad.

Penny: No dog’s better than Dad.

Freckles: What’s he going to do, Dad?

Pongo: Shh, shh. Let’s just wait and see.

Two-Tone: Look at him run, the old coward.

Patch: That old dirty Dawson! The yellow-livered old skunk! I’d like to tear his gizzard out.

Perdita: [angrily scowls at Pongo, who smirks back at her] Why, Patch, where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother.

Penny: Watch out, Thunder.

Patch: Don’t worry, Penny. He’ll get that yellow-livered… Well, he’ll get him, all right.

Two-Tone: Lucky, get down. We can’t see.

Patch: Mother, make him get down.

Perdita: C’mon, Lucky. Down, dear.

Freckles: Missed him! Missed him by a mile!

Rolly: I’m hungry, mother. I’m hungry.

Perdita: Rolly, you’ve just had your dinner.

Rolly: But I am, just the same. I’m so hungry I could eat… a whole elephant.

Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer: Shh!

Patch: There he is, behind that rock.

Dipstick: Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.

Patch: He missed him. Ol’ Thunder’s pretending… I think. See? What did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.

Two-Tone: Lucky, get down.

Rolly: I’m hungry, Mother. I really am.

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Patch: Ol’ Thunder always wins!

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Pongo: Perdy, we better get these little nippers off to bed if we’re going for a w-a-l-k.

Pepper: We want to go too, Mother.

Jewel: Can we, Mother? Can we?

Two-Tone: We never get to go.

Perdita: Come along, children. Bedtime.

Patch: [yawns] But we’re not a bit... Sleepy. We want to go for a walk in the park.

Fidget: Dad, can we?

Pongo: [counts the puppies to keep track.] Better do as your mother says. One, two, three, four… five, six… seven… eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…

Rolly: I’m not sleepy. I’m hungry.

Pongo: [sees Lucky sitting back at the TV set] Fourteen... Hmm?

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Pongo: [turns off the TV and carries Lucky off to bed] Lucky, you little rascal, let’s go.

Pongo: [narrating] Poor Perdita. Of course, she had no choice. The puppies arrived right on schedule one wild and stormy night in October.

Roger Radcliffe: [yelps; pats Pongo's head] Steady, boy.

Nanny: [excitedly tells them] The puppies are here! Oh… the puppies are here!

Roger Radcliffe: How many?

Nanny: 1.

Roger Radcliffe: 1 puppy.

Nanny: 2.

Roger Radcliffe: 2 puppies.

Nanny: 3.

Roger Radcliffe: 3 puppies

Nanny: 4.

Roger Radcliffe: 4 puppies

Nanny: 5.

Roger Radcliffe: 5 puppies.

Nanny: 6.

Roger Radcliffe: 6 puppies.

Nanny: 7.

Roger Radcliffe: 7 puppies

Nanny: 8.

Roger Radcliffe: 8? By George, Pongo! 8 puppies.

Nanny: 9.

Roger Radcliffe: 9 puppies

Nanny: 10.

Roger Radcliffe: 10 puppies.

Anita Radcliffe: 11.

Nanny: Wait a minute now, wait a minute… 12!

Roger Radcliffe: 12?

Nanny: 13!

Roger Radcliffe: 13?

Nanny: No, no, no. 14.

Roger Radcliffe: 14?

Nanny: Ohh… 15!

Roger Radcliffe: 15?

Nanny: And the mother’s doing fine, love. You ducky thing, you.

Roger Radcliffe: 15 puppies? Why, Pongo, that’s marvelous! It’s fabulous! Why, you old rascal!

Nanny: [returns with a grim expression on her face as she holds one of the puppies being stillborn in a blanket; gives the stillborn puppy to Roger, as Pongo looks on with grief. Roger massages his hand on the puppy] 14. Just 14. We lost one. Oh, poor little thing.

Roger Radcliffe: [Slowly but surely, the puppy regains consciousness as it whimpers, fascinating Pongo for the better. A miracle has been made by Roger] Oh, Pongo, boy. It’s just one of those things. And yet… And yet, I wonder. Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have 15!

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roger, he’s all right! Thank heavens!

Roger Radcliffe: [gives Lucky to Nanny] See? He’s just as good as new.

Anita Radcliffe: Can you imagine, Roger? 15 puppies!

Cruella de Vil: [looks at Lucky with repulsion] 15. 15 puppies. How marvelous. How marvelous. How perfectly… Ugh! Oh, the devil take it. They’re mongrels; no spots! No spots at all! What a horrid, little white rat! Ugh!

Nanny: They’re not mongrels! They’ll get their spots! Just wait and see!

Anita Radcliffe: That’s right, Cruella. They’ll have their spots in a few weeks.

Cruella de Vil: Oh, well, in that case I’ll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.

Anita Radcliffe: I’m afraid we can’t give them up. Poor Perdita, she’d be heartbroken.

Cruella de Vil: Anita, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t afford to keep them. You can scarcely feed yourselves.

Anita Radcliffe: I’m sure we’ll get along.

Cruella de Vil: [evilly breaks into another laugh riot, as Roger and Pongo glare at her; she tries to sign, but her pen isn't working; Cruella shakes her pen, causing ink to fall off, and eventually squirting it on Roger and Pongo's faces] Yes, I know. I know! Roger’s… Roger’s songs! 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! When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?

Roger Radcliffe: Never.

Cruella de Vil: What?

Roger Radcliffe: [nervously, but standing his ground] We're not selling the puppies. Not a single one. Do you understand?

Cruella de Vil: Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.

Anita Radcliffe: Well, Cruella, he seems-

Cruella de Vil: Surely he must be joking.

Roger Radcliffe: [more firmly] No, no, no, I mean it. You're not getting one. Not one. And that's final.

Cruella de Vil: [angrily rips up the check; furiously throws the pieces of ripped check paper at Roger; she angrily slams the door and Pongo barks loudly at her as she drives away] 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!

Anita Radcliffe: [embracing her husband] Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.

Nanny: Oh, he was a bloomin hero, ma’am! Indeed he was. A bloomin hero!

Pongo: [leaves the scene and runs downstairs to meet up with Perdita, who is resting with their newborn puppies] 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.

Perdita: [relieved] Oh, Pongo...

Perdita: [scared] Oh, Pongo… it’s her. It’s that devil woman.

Roder Radcliffe: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella de Vil. That’s it! ♪Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil, If she doesn't scare you, No evil thing will... To see her is to, Take a sudden... chill! Cruella, Cruella de Vil. The curl of her lips, the ice in her stare. All innocent children had better beware. She's like a spider waiting, For the kill... Look out for Cruella de Vil!♪

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Roger. Ohh! Roger, she’ll hear you! Let her in, Nanny.

Cruella de Vil: [first words bursts through the door] Anita, darling!

Anita Radcliffe: How are you?

Cruella de Vil: [gleefully] Miserable, darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched! Where are they? Where are they? For heaven sakes, where are they?

Anita Radcliffe: Who, Cruella?

Cruella de Vil: The puppies! The puppies. No time for games. Where are the little brutes?

Anita Radcliffe: It’ll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things.

Cruella de Vil: Anita, you’re such a wit. Here, dog, here. Here, dog.

Anita Radcliffe: Cruella, isn’t that a new fur coat?

Cruella de Vil: My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! Is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn’t?

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, I’d like a nice fur, but there are many other things…

Cruella de Vil: [walks over to the coffee table and rudely sticks her cigarette in one of the cupcakes, ruining the frosting; bursts out laughing] Sweet, simple Anita. I know, I know! This horrid little house is your dream castle... And poor Roger is your bold and fearless Sir Galahad!

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Cruella...

Cruella de Vil: Then, of course, you have your little spotted friends. Oh, yes, I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats.

Anita Radcliffe: Won’t you have some tea?

Cruella de Vil: I’ve got to run. Let me know when the puppies arrive. You will, won’t you, dear?

Anita Radcliffe: Yes, Cruella.

Cruella de Vil: [shuts door] Don’t forget, it’s a promise. See you in three weeks. Cheerio, darling.

Anita Radcliffe: Ohh!

Roger Radcliffe: ♪At first you think, Cruella is the devil. But after time has worn, Away the shock... You come to realize, You've seen her kind of eyes, Watching you from underneath, A rock! This vampire bat, This inhuman beast, She ought to be locked up, And never released, The world was such, A wholesome place until, Cruella, Cruella de Vil!♪

Anita Radclife: Roger, you are an idiot!

Pongo: [goes to the kitchen and sees Perdita hiding under the stove] Perdy?

Perdita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That’s all she’s after.

Pongo: Don’t worry, Perdy. They’re on to her. Nothing’s going to happen to our puppies.

Perdita: [tears up; sobs] But, what does she want with them? She can’t possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I… Oh, I… I wish we weren’t having any.

Pongo: [narrating] For the first six months or so… we lived in a small house near the park. A modest little place, but just right for two couples who were just starting out.

Pongo: Perdita, darling, are you all right?

Perdita: [licks Pongo on the face to reassure him, as a smile runs across his face] Oh, of course, dear. After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time.

Pongo: [narrating] Oh, that’s Nanny, a wonderful cook and housekeeper. She’s such a kind, understanding soul. You know, at times she seems almost canine.

Anita Radcliffe: Roger, dear, tea time. Tea time!

Roger Radcliffe: [singing; comes out of his study, scatting and whistling to the lyrics of the song] Be down in a minute. Do you like my new song?

Anita Radcliffe: [scatting as well] Such clever lyrics.

Roger Radcliffe: Melody first, my dear. And then, the lyrics, hmm?

Roger Radcliffe: [puts on his trench coat and trilby hat; As soon as Roger puts the leash on Pongo, he takes off, heaving Roger through the front door. The scene slides away to see them traveling quickly through Regent's Park.] After 5:00 already? Fancy that. All right, Pongo. All right, boy. Pongo, boy, take it easy! What’s all the hurry? Pongo, boy, slow down.

Pongo: [looks around the area and sees the pug from recently barking at a few pigeons to chase them away. The, the two bachelors. cross a bridge past the saluki and her master painting this scene of the park, narrating; goes ahead and grabs Roger's hat] I was afraid we’d missed them. Perhaps they passed on by the park. Then, suddenly… I spotted them. It was a perfect situation if I planned it right. I couldn’t depend on Roger. I knew what he’d do. He’d settle on the grass, puff his pipe and that would be it. No, it was all up to me. Well. At first I had no particular plan, just anything to attract attention. You know, stir things up a bit.

Roger Radcliffe: Pongo, you silly old thing! C’mon! C’mon, let’s have it, boy. Pongo! Pongo!

Pongo: [narrating] For a while, it seemed to work. At least they had seen one another. Things were going along first-rate. But, for some strange reason, they left!

Roger Radcliffe: [pounces on Pongo to stop him] C’mon, you old renegade. We’re going home.

Pongo: [narrating; heaves Roger and forces him to meet Anita just in time] But I wasn’t giving up. I was determined that somehow they just had to meet.

Roger Radcliffe: Oh!

Anita Radcliffe: Ohhh!

Roger: I beg your pardon. Please excuse me.

Anita Radcliffe: I must say, what on earth! Oh, really. Good heavens.

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, dear!

Roger Radcliffe: Oh, oh.

Anita: Oh, my new spring suit and my new hat!

Roger Radcliffe: [helps Anita] I’m terribly sorry. Please let me help you. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s come over him. I’m so sorry. He’s never acted this way before.

Anita Radcliffe: [annoyed] Please, just go away! You’ve done enough. Please?

Roger Radcliffe: Oh. Oh, I say. Here, take mine.

Priest: Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her so long as ye both shall live?

Roger Radcliffe: I will.

Pongo: [narrating; leans up on all fours and stretches while yawning. He watches Roger smoke his pipe and continue practicing, as we then see Roger's living room with discarded music notes across the chair and floor and a cello in one of the seats; sees a shaggy saluki and her beatnik human pet walk to the park; sees a small, stout pug and her similarly dignified human pet walk the opposite direction; A purple-colored poodle with black-haired bangs and her sophisticated owner pass by; A cocker spaniel and her elderly owner ride along on their bicycle; A little girl in yellow and her yellow labrador puppy walk down the street; sees their ideal wives: An identical Dalmatian with a blue collar named Perdita and her human owner, Anita; sets the clock hands five minutes after 5:00 with his nose] My story begins in London, not so very long ago. And yet so much has happened since then, that it seems like an eternity. At that time, I lived with my pet in a bachelor flat just off of Regents Park. It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. Oh, that’s my pet, Roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts. I’m the one with the spots. My name is Pongo. And you know... as far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor’s life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull. It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone. But if it were left up to Roger, we’d be bachelors forever. He was married to his work, writing songs. Songs about romance of all things, something he knew absolutely nothing about. Oh, he’s intelligent enough, as humans go. And I think you could say, Roger is a rather handsome animal in his way. I could see no reason why my pet didn’t deserve an attractive mate. At least I was determined to do my best. Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for. Hmm! Unusual breed. Very unusual. Hmm! Oh, surely not. Well now, what have we here? Hmm. Well, a little too short coupled. Nope! I say! Well, I do say! Now there’s a fancy breed. Hmm. Perhaps a little too fancy. Yes, much too fancy. Too old. Too young. It was a problem, a real problem. Well, now that’s a bit more like it! The most beautiful creature on four legs! Now, if only the girl-Well! She’s very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I’d never find another pair like that, not if I looked for 100 years. Ah, they’re heading for the park. A perfect meeting place if I can only arrange it. Uh-oh, but Roger never stopped work ‘til after 5:00. That would be too late.

Anita Radcliffe: [humming, chuckling] Such a clever, lyrics.

Roger Radcliffe: [chuckling] Melody first, my darling. And then, the lyrics, hmm?

The Colonel: By Jove, yes! So, it is. Well, she what you want.

Horace Badun: Oh, no you don't, Jasper! I'll pop em on the head and you do the skinnin'!

The Truck driver: [to Cruella de Vil as she rams his vehicle; to himself, muttering] Hey, lady! What in thunder are you trying to do?! Crazy woman driver!

Jasper Badun: Ah, shaddup!

Jasper Badun: [to Horace while closing in on the moving van; cackles] See, nothing to it! I'll give em a bit of a nudge, AND SHOVE EM IN THE DITCH!

Jasper Badun: Outta my way, ya barkin haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin block off!

Jasper Badun: I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas if it's the last thing I do!

Jasper Badun: [throws a dart, hitting a picture of a relative of Cruella right in the nose; laughs] Oi, look, Horace! Watch me pot His Lordship smack on the conk! How's that for callin em, eh?!

Anita Radcliffe: Oh, Cruella...

Anita Radcliffe: [chuckling] Oh, it'll bet at least three weeks. No rushing these things, you know?

Pongo: Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them. Our pets would never turn them out.