Male narrator: My story begins in London.
Not so very long ago.
And yet so much has happened since then,
that it seems more like an eternity.
At that time, I lived with my pet
in a bachelor flat just off regent's park.
It was a beautiful spring day,
a tedious time of the year for bachelors.
Oh. That's my pet, Roger.
Roger Radcliff, a musician of sorts.
No. No, I'm the one with the spots.
My name's 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
that 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.
Oh, surely not.
Well, now, what have we here?
Hmm.
Well, a little too short-coupled.
Nope.
Isay... oh, well I do say!
Now, there's a fancy breed.
Hmm... perhaps a little too fancy.
Yes. That's 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.
Oh, 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 could only arrange it.
Uh-oh. But Roger never stopped work till after 5:00.
That would be too late.
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.
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! 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.
Pongo, you silly old thing! Come on.
Come on, let's have it, boy.
Pongo!
Pongo: 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!
Come on, you old renegade. We're going home.
Pongo: But I wasn't giving up.
I was determined that, somehow, they just had to meet.
- Oh! - Oh!
I beg your pardon. I'm so sorry. Please excuse me.
- I must say, what on earth! - Oh, dear!
Oh, really. Good heavens. Of all the...
- Oh! - Ah!
Oh, my new spring suit and my new hat!
Roger: I'm terribly sorry.
Please let me help you.
I'm so sorry. Pongo, you...
I don't know what's come over him.
I'm terribly sorry. He's never acted this way before.
Woman: Never mind. Never mind.
Please, just go away. You've done enough.
Please? Oh.
Oh, isay. Here, take mine.
Man: Wilt thou love her, comfort her,
honor 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: I will.
Pongo: 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.
Perdita, darling, are you all right?
Oh, of course, dear.
After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time.
Pongo: Oh, that's nanny, a wonderful cook and housekeeper.
She's such a kind, understanding soul.
You know,
at times she seems almost canine.
Roger, dear,
tea time.
Tea time!
Roger: Be down in a minute
Do you like my new song?
- Such clever lyrics. - Melody first, my dear.
And then the lyrics, hmm?
Oh, pongo, it's her. It's that devil woman.
Roger: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old school mate.
Cruella de vil.
That's it!
Cruella de vil
if she doesn't scare you no evil thing will
oh, Roger.
To see her is to take a sudden chill
oh!
Cruella
she's like a spider waiting for the kill
Roger, she'll hear you.
Look out for Cruella de vil
let her in, nanny.
- Anita, darling! - Anita: How are you?
Miserable as usual. Perfectly wretched!
Where are they? Where are they?
For heaven sakes, where are they?
- Who, Cruella? - The puppies! The puppies.
No time for games. Where are the little brutes?
It'll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things.
Anita, you're such a wit.
Here, dog, here.
Here, dog.
Cruella, isn't that a new fur coat?
My only true love, darling.
I live for furs. I worship furs!
After all, is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn't?
Oh, I'd like a nice fur, but there are many other things...
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!
Oh, Cruella.
Then of course you have your little spotted friends.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats.
- Won't you have some tea? - I've got to run.
Let me know when the puppies arrive.
- You will, won't you, dear? - Yes, Cruella.
Don't forget, it's a promise. See you in three weeks. Cheerio.
Cheerio, darling.
Oh!
At first you think Cruella is a 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
you're no help.
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: Roger, you are an idiot!
- Perdy? - That witch. That devil woman.
She wants our puppies. That's all she's after.
Don't worry, perdy. They're on to her.
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...
Oh, I...
I wish we weren't having any.
Pongo: Poor perdita. Of course, she had no choice.
The puppies arrived right on schedule,
one wild and stormy night in October.
Steady, boy.
Nanny: The puppies are here!
Oh, the puppies are here!
How many?
- Eight. - Eight?
By George, pongo! Eight puppies.
Ten.
- Anita: Eleven. - Eleven.
Eleven? Eleven puppies, pongo, boy.
Wait a minute now, wait a minute, 13!
No, no, no. Fourteen.
- Oh, 15! - 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 14.
We lost one.
Oh, poor little thing.
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!
Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
See? He's just as good as new.
Can you imagine, Roger, 15 puppies!
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, well, 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.
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! Ah!
When can the puppies leave their mother?
Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger: Never.
- What? - We're not selling the puppies.
Not a 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 mean it.
You're, you're not getting one. Not one.
And that's 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 idiots!
Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.
He was a bloomin' hero, ma'aml
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.
- Come on, thunderbolt. - Come on, thunderbolt.
Go get him, thunder.
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!
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...
Well, he'll get him, all right.
Puppy: Lucky, get down. We can't see. Get down.
Puppy 2: Mother, make him get down.
Come on, lucky. Down, dear.
Missed him. Missed him by a mile.
I'm hungry, mother. I'm hungry.
Now, rolly, 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.
Oh, dear. He shot poor thunder.
He missed him. Ol' thunder's pretending, I think.
Patch: See? What did I tell you? That's one of his tricks.
Puppy: Lucky, get down.
I'm hungry, mother. I really am.
Man on TV: Don't miss next week's episode. Who will triumph?
Ol' thunder always wins!
And speaking of champions, friends,
kanine krunchies is the champion of all dog biscuits.
Kanine krunchies can't be beat
they make each meal a special treat
happy dogs are those who eat nutritious kanine krunchies
Perdy, we better get these little nippers off to bed
if we're going for a w-a-I-k.
- We want to go, too, mother. - Can we, mother?
We never get to go.
Come along, children. Bedtime.
But we're not a... 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, 10, 11, 12, 13...
I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.
Fourteen.
So do what all the smart dogs do
and you'll feel great the whole day through
you can be a champion, too if you eat kanine krunchies
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 homer and off 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.
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.
Oh, dear.
Go to sleep now. Close your little eyes.
That's a good little one.
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 you're not coming in here!
- Oh! - Oh-ho-ho!
She's a regular little tartar, ain't she, Horace?
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 weasel!
Now you've been gone and done it.
You've cut me to the quick, lady.
Why, iwouldn't stay here if you asked me.
Not even for a cup of tea.
Oyl 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.
Let me out! Help!
I'll call the police. Help!
Goodnight, ducky. Ta-tal
Those good-for-nothing hoodlumsl
electric company. Hmph!
Nothing but common sneak thieves.
I'll bet they made off with the good silver.
Why, I'll bet they took every last...
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!
Help! Help! Help!
Woman: "Dognapping!" Tsk-tsk. 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!
Hello?
Jasper! Jasper, you idiot!
How dare you call here?
We don't want no more of this, we want our boodlel
we'll settle for half!
Not one shilling 'till the job's done.
- Jasper! Jasper! - Cruella: Do you understand?
It's in the blinkin' papers, pictures and all!
Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow.
- I don't like it. - Shut up, you idiot!
What?
Jasper: Not you, miss. I mean Horace!
Why, you imbecile!
Roger: Maybe Scotland yard.
Maybe they found something. Hello, inspector?
- Cruella: Ls Anita there? - Who?
- Anita! - It's for you.
- Hello? - Cruella: Anita, darling.
- Anita: Oh. Cruella. - Oh, Anita.
What a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers.
I couldn't believe it.
Anita: Yes, Cruella. It was quite a shock.
- Is she calling to confess? - Roger, please!
Roger: She's a sly one.
Anita: We're doing everything possible.
Cruella: Have you called the police? Anita: Yes, Scotland yard.
- But I'm afraid... - Where are they?
You idiot!
- Cruella: Anita! - 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.
She's still number one suspect in my book!
She's been investigated by Scotland yard.
- What more do you want? - Roger: I don't know, darling.
I don't know.
Oh, rog. What'll we do?
What'll we do?
Perdy, I'm afraid it's all up to us.
Oh, pongo. Isn't there any hope?
Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.
The twilight bark? That's only a gossip chain.
Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news.
If our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know.
We'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.
There's no one out tonight. I'm afraid it's too cold.
We've got to keep trying, perdy.
Perdy, we're in luck!
It's the great Dane at hampstead.
Pongo. Quiet, boy!
Do you want to stir up the whole neighborhood? Come on. Pongo.
- Perdy, come on! - Let's go.
Pongo, you old idiot!
Come on, now. We're going home!
What is it, Danny? Who's on the telegraph?
It's pongo, regent's park! It's an all-dog alert.
What's it all about? What's the word? Tell me, Danny! Tell me, tell me!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Well, now... hmm, that is something.
What, Danny? What's something?
Fifteen dalmatian puppies, stolen!
Have they called the police? Scotland yard?
The humans tried everything.
Now it's up to us dogs and the twilight bark.
I'll sound the alert!
Prissy, come in here!
Cocol
be quiet now!
Man: Ah, shut up!
Quiet!
Man: Will you be quiet!
Towser, what's going on?
What is it? What's all the gossip?
'Tain't no gossip, Lucy. It be all the way from London.
- You don't say! - Fifteen puppies stolen.
There's no puppies around here, not since Nellie's last litter.
And they're all grown up.
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.
You'll never reach him at this hour!
Well, I can try!
I'll bark all night if! Have to.
Hmm...
Hmm... sounds like old towser.
It's an alert. Sergeant!
Sergeant tibs! I say, sergeant!
Oh, yes, captain!
Barking signal. It's an alert. Report to the colonel at once.
Yes, sir. Right-o, sir. Right away, sir!
Colonel?
I say, colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel?
- Colonel? - What? Who goes there?
Sergeant tibs reporting, sir.
- Tibs? Tibs? Oh, yes, sergeant tibs! - Colonel, sir...
Look here, tibs. What's the idea of barging in at this hour?
- But colonel... - Hold on, sergeant.
You hear that?
- Sounds like an alert. - Yes, colonel.
We'd better look into it. Come along, on the double.
Right-o, sir.
It's old towser down at withermarsh, sir.
By jove, yes! So it is. Hmm.
Well, I'll see what he wants.
It be the colonel. The old boy himself!
He wants the message.
You'd better make it loud and clear or he'll never get it.
One long howl, two short.
- One yip and a woof. - Two yips, sir.
- What's the word, colonel? - It's from London.
Then it must be important.
Yes, yes, I'll get the rest of it.
Sounds like a number. Three fives are 13...
That's 15, sir.
Fifteen, of course 15.
Yes, dot, spot, spotted puddings,
poodles...
No, no, puddles.
Puddles, sir?
Fifteen spotted puddles stolen.
Oh, balderdash.
Better double check it, colonel.
Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better.
Two woofs, one yip and a woof.
It sounds like puppies, sir.
Of course, puppies.
Colonel, colonel, sir, I just remembered.
Two nights past I heard puppy barking over at hell hall.
You mean the old de vil place?
Nonsense, tibs! No one's lived there for years.
Hold on! There's smoke coming from the chimney!
By jove, that's strange, strange indeed.
I suppose we'd better investigate.
I'll send word for ol' towser to stand by.
Please stand by.
- What's he mean by that? - I don't know.
Oh, maybe the ol' boy's found something!
Oh, I do hope so.
They say the ol' place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddle-faddle.
Fiddle-faddle and rot, sir.
Colonel: Just the same, use extreme caution.
No telling what sort of hocus-pocus you might run into.
Blast it all, tibs. On the double, man.
- On the double. - Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
Psst!
- Rover. Spotty. - Hmm. What?
Are you one of the 15 stolen puppies?
No, we're not stolen. We're bought and paid for.
There's 99 of us all together.
Ninety-nine!
How 'bout that bunch of little ones?
They have names and collars. They're not from the pet shops.
- Fifteen of 'em. - We never counted them.
They're over there by the TV.
- I'd better count 'em. - Watch out for the baduns.
Baduns?
Puppy: Those two blokes, Horace and Jasper.
They're mean ones, they are.
Hey, look, Horace!
Watch me pot his lordship smack on the conk.
How's that for calling 'em, eh?
One, two,
- three, four, five, six... - Hey, Jasper.
Come on, now, give us a swig,
just a short one.
Now, Horace, this hogwash ain't fit for a fancy bloke like yourself.
Besides, you'd get crumbs in it, you cabbage head!
All right.
Guzzle the whole works. I hope it gives you collywobbles, that's what.
Hey, Jasper. Did you...
Let me see. Six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11...
Hey, get down, you runt!
And stay down!
Go on, get out of here
or I'll black your other peeper.
Where was I? Nine...
Nine, three more.
Twelve and... one, two, three. That's 15!
They're the ones!
Blimey!
What the...
Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!
How'd you like a tabby cat stew?
Or a cat casserole?
A la mode.
- What is it, pongo? What is it? - Shh. It's the great Dane.
He has news for us. He'll meet us at primrose hill.
- How'll we get out? - Uh, the back bedroom window.
It's always open a wee bit. Come on.
Pongos, you've made it. Good.
- What's the word? What's the news? - Have they found our puppies?
They've been located somewhere north of here,
- in Suffolk. - Oh, thank heaven.
- Can you leave tonight? - We can leave right away.
I'll go along as far as Camden road and give you instructions.
Great Dane: 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.
- De vil! - The de vil place!
Oh, pongo, it was her!
Oh, someone you know?
Sorry, sir. There's no time to explain.
Oh, I hope we're not too late.
Good luck, pongos.
If you lose your way, contact the barking chain.
They'll be standing by!
Any news, colonel?
Not a blasted thing.
They're lost or captured, or something or other.
- Who knows what. - Colonel, here comes a car.
Colonel: Come now, tibs. Don't be ridiculous.
- They wouldn't be driving. - Yes, I know, sir.
But it's heading for hell hall.
It's stopping at the gate!
It is? Blast it all! Better see what's up.
- On the double, man. On the double! - Yes, sir.
Take over, captain.
Right-o, sir.
Man on TV: I'm sorry, Mr. Simpkins. The answer's no, no, no.
Six down, four to go.
I've got no time to argue. It's got to be done tonight.
It must be a yes or no question, inspector.
Do you understand? Tonight!
Horace: But they ain't big enough.
You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole caboodle.
Coats! Dog-skin coats?
Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait.
The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!
How're we gonna do it?
Any way you like. Poison them, drown them.
Bash them in the head. You got any chloroform?
- Not a drop. - And no ether, ei-ther.
Eye-ther!
I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but do it, and do it now!
Jasper: Aw, please, miss. Have pity.
Can't we see the rest of the show first?
Horace: We want to see what's my crime?
Listen, you idiots!
I'll be back in the morning. The job better be done,
or I'll call the police!
Do you understand?
I think she means it.
Ah... we'll get on with it,
as soon as the show's over.
Will you please sign in, sir?
You'd better get out of here if you want to save your skins.
- But how? - Shh.
There's a hole in the wall there by the door.
Come on, shake a leg.
Psst! Kids, follow me.
Horace: Hey, Jasper, look!
It's old meathead.
Yeah, what do you know, old meathead fauncewater.
Come on, don't crowd.
One at a time. One at a time!
For our last contestant,
meet Mr. Percival fauncewater.
If the panel fails to guess your unusual crime in ten questions,
you will receive two weeks vacation at a seaside resort,
all expenses paid.
That is, after you've paid your debt to society.
Who will take the first question? Inspector?
Mr. Fauncewater, could your crime be classified as larceny?
- A theft, burglary? - Straighten out!
Form a queue, along the wall. Snap it up, faster.
Game show host: Mr. Fauncewater is a burglar by trade,
but in this case, his crime was not burglary.
The answer's no. One down,
nine to go. Miss birdwell?
If your crime wasn't robbery, did you,
oh, dear, what I mean is,
do something of a violent nature, that is...
Come, miss birdwell, we 're running short of time.
Miss birdwell: So sorry. Did you do someone in?
Game show host: No, miss birdwell, I'm sorry. The answer is no.
Two down, eight to go.
- Mr. Simpkins? - Psstl
hey, kid, let's go.
Mr. Simpkins: Could it be a violation of a city ordinance?
Uh, no. The answer is...
Hey, get out of the way, you little runt!
Game show host: Three down, seven to go. Inspector?
Inspector: Very confusing, I must say.
Surely, this crime could...
I'm terribly sorry. We've run out of time.
Jasper: Ain't that always the way!
Would it be possible for Mr. Fauncewater
to come back next week?
Then we could finish our little game.
Good night, audience. See you next week at this same time
on what's my crime?
Ah. Oh, well.
Come on, Horace. Let's get on with it.
I'll pop 'em on the head, you do the skinnin'.
No, you don't, Jasper!
I'll pop 'em off and you do the skinnin'.
Horace, look!
They're gone. They flew the Coop,
right out through this hole. Here, grab a torch.
We'll run 'em down before you can say "Bob's your uncle."
Jasper: There they go, Horace, up the stairs.
Here, puppies.
Here, puppies! Come on now.
Don't go hiding from ol' uncle Jasper.
Oh, I ain't gonna hurt ya.
I thought we was gonna pop 'em off.
Shh! Shut up.
Take a squint in there. I'll check these other two rooms.
Here, puppies.
Puppies, come on out. Come out wherever you are.
Horacel ooh!
It's that mangy tabby cat! He's the ringleader!
Head 'em off, Horace! Head 'em...
You bungling blockhead!
Back here! Back here!
Shh! Here they come.
Double-crossin' little twerps, pulling a snitch on us!
After we took care of 'em. There's gratitude for you.
It ain't fair, Jasper.
Horace, there they go!
Sergeant? I say, sergeant.
No time to explain. Busy, sir.
Shut that door, Horace!
We'll close in on 'em. Enough of this ring around the rosy.
Oh, pongo, I'm afraid we're lost.
It can't be far.
By jove! It can't be the pongos.
It's the colonel. This way.
Colonel? Are you the colonel?
Oh, pingo! Pongo?
Our puppies, are they all right?
No time to explain. There's trouble.
A big hullabaloo. Come along!
Follow me!
Now we've got 'em, Horace. They've run out of room.
What have we got here? A couple of spotted hyenas?
Come on, Horace. Give 'em what for.
I'm right behind ya, lad.
Oh!
You clumsy clodl
hey! I'll knock the spots off you. Let go!
Let go!
Well, by George!
You mangy mongrel!
I'll knock your blinkin' block off.
Blast 'em, tibs. Give 'em what for.
No, colonel. Retreat, retreat!
Yes. Yes, of course. Retreat!
Retreat, on the double!
Help, Jasper! Get me out of here!
Horace, they're fighting dirty!
Oh!
Jaspen
Horace!
Come on, perdy. Let's go.
I'll skin every one of them spotted hyenas
if it's the last thing I do.
Puppy: Dad! Mother!
- I missed you, mommy. - Here we are, mommy.
Oh, my darlings, my darlings!
How'd you find us, dad?
Lucky, patch, pepper!
Hi, freckles.
Puppy: Oh, daddy.
And rolly, you rascal!
Did you bring me anything to eat?
Everybody here? All 15?
Twice that many, dad. Now there's 99 of us!
What? Ninety-nine?
Where did they all come from?
Perdy: What would she want with so many?
She's gonna make coats out of us.
- She couldn't! - That's right, dog-skin coats.
Oh, dog-skin coats! Come now, tibs!
But it's true, sir.
Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and skin us!
She's a devil, a witch! What'll we do?
We have to get back to London somehow.
What about the others? What'll they do?
Perdy, we'll take them home with us, all of them.
Our pets would never turn them out.
Colonel, sir, lights on the road.
It's a truck headin' this way.
Tibs: It's the baduns, Horace and Jasper.
They're following our tracks.
We've got 'em outnumbered, tibs.
When I give the signal, we'll attack.
Colonel, sir, I'm afraid that would be disastrous.
Oh, you think so?
He's right. We'd better run for it.
Out the back way, across the pasture.
Thank you, sergeant, colonel, captain.
- Bless you all. - How can we ever repay you?
Nothing at all. All in the line of duty.
That's right, sir, routine.
Better be off. Here they come.
Come on, kids, hurry.
- Good luck, pongos. - Colonel: And never fear.
We'll hold them off 'til the bitter end.
Now, what's this?
Out of my way, you barkin' haystack.
Or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!
They ain't in here, Jasper.
Jasper: They're hiding in the hay.
Give me a match. We'll burn 'em out.
Ready, captain. Aim.
Fire one.
Fire two.
Hey, there they go, the little sneaks.
Come on, back to the truck. We'll head 'em off in half a mile.
They gotta be around here somewhere.
- Horace: I've been thinkin'. - Now, Horace.
What if they went down the froze-up creek,
so's not to leave their tracks?
Horace, you idiot!
Dogs ain't that smart.
All clear, perdy.
- All clear. - We gave 'em the slip! Didn't we, dad?
They didn't even see us, patch!
Perdy: Shh, children. Children, shh.
My feet are slippery.
I wish we could walk on the snow.
No, son, we can't leave tracks.
Well, any sign of them?
Not so much as one bloomin' footprint.
And we've been up and down every road in the county.
We're froze stiff. We're givin' up.
Oh, no, you don't!
We'll find the little mongrels if it takes till next Christmas.
Now get going! Watch your driving,
you imbeciles! Do you wanna get nabbed by the police?
Ninety-three,
94, 95, 96,
Oh, lucky!
Come on, lucky, boy. We can't give up now.
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.
Dog: Pongo!
Pongolpongo!
We'd just about lost hope. We have shelter for you,
at the dairy barn across the road.
Oh, thank goodness.
Perdy! Perdy!
This way, perdy.
- The dairy barn across the road. - Come on, kids.
It's not far. Come on, this way. Follow the collie.
Just look, queenie.
- Have you ever seen so many puppies? - Aren't they adorable!
- Perfectly darling. - The poor clears.
They're completely worn out and half frozen!
They all here, pongo?
Yes, clear. All 99 accounted for.
The famous pongos. We were so worried about you.
Been trying to reach you. Afraid you'd been captured.
How did you make it all this way?
- And in such dreadful weather. - With all those little ones.
I'm hungry, mother. I'm hungry.
- I'm hungry, too. - Mother, we're hungry.
- We're all hungry. - I'm sorry, children.
Do they like warm milk? It's fresh.
- Where is it? - Where is the milk?
Come and get it, kids. It's on the house.
This way, children. Around this way.
Don't crowd. You'll have to take turns.
Rolly, wait your turn, dear.
Don't worry, kids. There's plenty for all.
Ooh! The little darlings.
Pongo, a few scraps I saved
- for you and the missus. - Oh, thank you.
It's not much, but it might hold you as far as dinsford.
Huh? Dinsford?
There's a labrador there. His pet is a grocer.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Quite all right.
Get some rest and don't worry. I'll be standing watch.
I don't know what we'd have done if...
- We're honored to be of service. - We're sorry we can't do more.
Duchess: Anyone who would think of hurting these puppies...
- Shhl duchess! - Princess: They're so dear.
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.
Hurry, kids. Hurry!
Well now, what have we here?
Well, so they thought they could outwit Cruella.
Jasper! Horace!
Here's their tracks heading for the village.
Blimey! It's them, all right.
Work your way south on the side roads. I'll take the main road.
See you in dinsford!
Pongo, I've got a ride home for you.
A ride home? Perdy, did you hear that?
For all of us?
You mean we don't have to walk anymore?
If we can manage it. We'd better hurry.
We've got a ride home! Come on, children.
See the Van down the street?
It's going to London as soon as the engine's repaired.
And there's room for all of you.
Perdy: Pongo, there's Cruella.
Yes,
and Jasper and Horace.
Perdy: 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. - Lucky pushed me first.
- Did not. Did not. - Did, too. Did, too.
Did not!
- Please, children, don't quarrel. - Say...
Perdy, I've got an idea.
Pongo, what on earth...
Look, I'm a labrador!
We'll all roll in soot. We'll be labradors.
Say, that is an ideal
come on, kids! Roll in the soot.
You mean, you want us to get dirty?
Did you hear that, freckles? Dad wants us to get dirty.
- Mother, should we? - Do as your father says.
- This'll be fun. - I always wanted to get good and dirty.
Pongo: That's the stuff. The blacker the better.
- I'm ready. - Me, too.
How's this, dad?
Wait. That's enough. Not too many at a time.
Uh-oh. Rolly, hold on. You're only half done.
Now, stay right with me.
We're gonna fool the ol' mad lady.
Pongo,
I'm so afraid.
Look, jaspen
do you suppose they disguised themselves?
Say now, Horace. That's just what they did.
Dogs is always painting theirselves black!
You idiot!
Well, so far so good.
Come on, perdy. Better get on your make-up.
I'll go ahead with the next bunch.
Cruella: Jasper! Horace!
- Well? - Aw, now be reasonable, miss.
Horace: We're froze clean to our bones.
We've been out all night and all day, with nothin' to eat.
They're somewhere in this village, and we're going to find them.
Now get going!
Do you think they've seen us?
No, but we're running out of time.
Try 'er again, mate.
Hurry, perdy. The Van's about to leave.
Better hurry.
I'll get the rest.
That ought to do her. She'll get you back to London.
Better get aboard, miss.
Hey, Jasper.
Come on, Horace.
Hurry, kids!
Come on, kids. Run on ahead.
- She's watching us, dad. - Keep going.
It can't be!
It's impossible!
Labrador: Run for it!
Jasper! Horace!
Jaspen
there they go! In the Van.
After them! After them!
Pongo! There she is, Cruella.
Hey, lady, what in thunder are you tryin' to do?
Crazy woman driver!
Pongo, look!
Jaspen
ain't nothin' to it.
I'll give him a nudge
And shove him in the dirt.
Perdy, watch out!
- Jasper! - Horacel
You idiots!
You fools!
You imbeciles!
Ah, shut up!
Woman on radio: You've seen her kind of eyes
watching you from underneath a rock
Cruella de vil
Cruella de
Roger, after all, that's your first big hit.
It's made more money than we ever dreamed of.
Yes, I know.
I still can't believe that pongo and perdy would run away.
Here's a bit of Christmas cheer for you,
if there's anything to be cheerful about.
Oh, the clear little things.
Sometimes at night I can hear them barking.
But it always turns out I'm dreaming.
Anita: Roger, what on earth...
Roger: They're labradors!
No, no. They're covered with soot.
Look, here's lucky!
Pongo, boy, is that you?
Oh, pongo, pongo! Ho-ho, it's pongo!
And perdy, my darling.
And patch, and rolly,
and penny, and freckles.
They're all here, the little clears.
- It's a miracle! - What a wonderful Christmas present!
And look, there's a whole lot more!
Roger: Look, Anita, puppies everywhere.
Anita: There must be 100!
One, two, three and four, is seven.
Two, four, six, and three is nine, plus two is 11.
- Thirty-six over here. - Thirty-six and 11, that's 47!
- Eighteen, Roger. - That's 65!
Ten, 11, 12, 13!
Wait a minute, six more.
Let's see, that's 84.
And 15 plus two, 101!
A hundred and one? Where did they come from?
Oh, pongo, you old rascal!
- What'll we do with them? - We'll keep 'em.
- In this little house? - We'll buy a big place in the country.
We'll have a plantation, a dalmatian plantation.
Roger, that's truly an inspiration.
It'll be a sensation!
We'll have a dalmatian plantation.
A dalmatian plantation, I say.
We'll have a dalmatian plantation
where our population can roam
I'm hungry.
In this new location our whole aggregation
will love our plantation home
Dalmatian plantation home