101 Dalmatians (1961)



Pongo: (narrating) My story begins in London… not so very long ago. 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 Regents Park. It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. Oh… that’s my pet, Roger Radcliff, a musician of sorts. I’m the one with the spots. My name’s Pongo. 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 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. That would be too late.

Roger: "After 5 already. Fancy that. All right, Pongo. All right, boy. Pongo, boy, take it easy! What’s all the hurry? Pongo, boy, slow down."

Pongo: (narrating) "I was afraid we’d missed them. Perhaps they passed on by the park. Then suddenly… I spotted them." (As told, Pongo sees Anita reading a book on a park bench with Perdita sitting next to her.) "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 : " 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 : " C’mon, you old renegade. We’re going home."

Pongo: (narrating) But I wasn’t giving up. I was determined that somehow they just had to meet.

(Pongo heaves Roger and forces him to meet Anita just in time.)

Roger : " Oh!"

Anita: "Ohhh!"

Roger : " I beg your pardon. Please excuse me."

Anita : " I must say, what on earth!"

(Pongo is overly focused on his goal, that he accidentally has them tangled up in his leash and Perdita's leans.)

Roger : " Oh, really. Good heavens."

Anita : " Oh, dear."

Roger : " Ohh!"

Anita : " Ahh, ahh!"

(Roger and Anita splash into a nearby pond.)

Roger : " Oh, oh."

Anita : " Oh, my new spring suit and my new hat! Ah, ah…"

Roger : " 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 : " Please, just go away. You’ve done enough. Please?"

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

Anita : " Oh."

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 : " I will."

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 and Perdita are resting their heads on the windowsill. Perdita sighs lovingly until Pongo wakes up to ask a question to her.)

Pongo : (concerned) " Perdita, darling, are you all right?"

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

(Just then the Nanny comes with a platter with cupcakes, a tea pot, and tea cups on it.)

Pongo : ( narrating ) " Oh, that’s Nanny, a wonderful cook and housekeeper." (Nanny sets the platter down on the coffee table, as one of Anita's notes falls on the floor.) "She’s such a kind, understanding soul." (Nanny, realizing her mistake, gets down on all fours and retrieves the note.) "You know, at times she seems almost canine."

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

(As Roger plays the song on the piano, Nanny uses a broomstick and taps the handle on the ceiling to get Roger's attention.)

Roger : (singing) "Be down in a minute." (Nanny leaves, just as Roger comes out of his study, scatting and whistling to the lyrics of the song.) "Do you like my new song?"

Anita : (scatting as well) "Such clever lyrics."

Roger : (chuckles) " Melody first, my dear. And then, the lyrics, hmm?"

(Roger and Anita rub noses and share a good laugh. As Pongo and Perdy rest their heads on the windowsill, they hear a car coming.)

Perdita : (scared) " Oh, Pongo… it’s her. It’s that devil woman."

(The car, a red-colored Alvis Speed 20 SD Standard Coupe with headlights and bumpers that resemble a scowling face, rockets down the street, blaring its horn, and scares a flock of pigeons while turning a sharp left. Perdita runs away to hide, but Pongo sits there, boldly. The car comes to a sharp, complete stop by their flat.)

Roger : " Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella de Vil. (gets an idea) That’s it!" (starts singing)

♪ Cruella De Vil, ♪

♪ Cruella De Vil, ♪

♪ If she doesn't scare you, ♪

♪ No evil thing will... ♪

Anita : "Oh, Roger."

Roger : ♪ To see her is to, ♪

♪ Take a sudden... chill! ♪

Anita : " Ohh!"

Roger : ♪ Cruella, Cruella... ♪

♪ She's like a spider waiting, ♪

For the kill...

Anita : " Roger, she’ll hear you!"

Roger : Look out for Cruella De Vil!

(Roger slips back in his study and plays an instrumental version of the opening lyrics on the piano loudly.)

Anita : " Let her in, Nanny."

(Cruella bursts through the front door on cue, bumping Nanny against the door without knowing it.)

Cruella de Vil : (loudly) " Anita, darling!"

Anita : " How are you?"

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

Anita : " Who, Cruella?"

Cruella de Vil : " The puppies! The puppies". (Roger blares the melody on his trumpet, loudly.) "No time for games. Where are the little brutes?" (Pongo angrily watches her from behind the loveseat.)

Anita : " 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." (Pongo, having backed into a corner, growls angrily at her.)

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

Cruella de Vil : " 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!" (bursts out laughing)

Anita : " Oh, Cruella."

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

Anita : " 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 : " Yes, Cruella."

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

Anita : " Ohh!"

Roger : 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!

Anita : " You’re no help."

Roger : 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!

(Roger and Anita embrace as they rub each other's noses.)

Anita : (playfully) " Roger, you are an idiot!"

Pongo : " 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 : " What does she want with them? She can’t possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I… (tearing up) Oh, I… I wish we weren’t having any." (She sobs as Pongo looks at her, feeling worried.)

(A few months later in October, a thunderstorm has appeared over the neighborhood in London. Rain pours down, lightning bolts flash, and thunder roars.)

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

Roger: "Ohh! Steady, boy."

Nanny: "The puppies are here! Oh… the puppies are here!"

Roger : " How many?"

Nanny: " Eight."

Roger : " Eight? By George, Pongo! Eight puppies."

Nanny: " Ten."

Anita : " Eleven."

Roger : " Eleven? Eleven puppies, Pongo."

Nanny: " Wait a minute now, wait a minute… thirteen! No, no, no. Fourteen. Ohh… fifteen! Fifteen? And the mother’s doing fine, love. You ducky thing, you."

Roger : (excitedly) " Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo, that’s marvelous! It’s fabulous! Why, you old rascal!"

Nanny: (mournfully) " Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one." (She gives the stillborn puppy to Roger, as Pongo looks on with grief. Roger massages his hand on the puppy.)

Roger : (gravely) " Poor little thing. Oh, Pongo, boy. It’s just one of those things. And yet…" (continues massaging it) "And yet I wonder." (Slowly but surely, the puppy regains consciousness as it whimpers, fascinating Pongo for the better. A miracle has been made by Roger!) "Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have fifteen!"

Anita : (blessed) Oh, Roger, he’s all right! Thank heavens!"

Roger : " See? He’s just as good as new."

Anita: "Can you imagine, Roger? Fifteen puppies!"

(A lightning bolt strikes, scaring Pongo, Roger, Anita, Nanny, and the puppy, and also allowing Cruella to drop in, unexpectedly!)

Cruella de Vil : " Fifteen! Fifteen puppies! How marvelous. How marvellous, how perfectly… ugh!" (She looks at the white dalmatian puppy with repulsion.) "The devil take it. They’re mongrels… no spots! No spots at all! What a horrid, little white rat!

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

Anita : (assuringly) " That’s right. They’ll have their spots in a few weeks."

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

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

Cruella de Vil : " Yes, I know. I know! Roger’s… Roger’s songs!" (She breaks into another laugh riot, as Roger and Pongo look on with anger.) "Enough of this nonsense. I’ll pay you twice what they’re worth. I’m being more than generous." (Her pen isn't functioning right.) "Blast this pen. Blast this wretched, wretched pen!" (Her pen leaks ink spots on Roger and Pongo.) "When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?"

Roger : (firm) " Never."

Cruella de Vil : " What?"

Roger : " 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 : "Well, Cruella, he seems-"

Cruella de Vil : " Surely he must be joking!"

Roger : " No, no, no. I mean it. You’re not getting one. Not one. And that’s final." (Pongo nods with him in agreement.)

Cruella de Vil : (angered) " 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…" (shouts) "YOU IDIOTS!"

(She leaves and slams the door behind them with the door window shattering. Thunder continues to roar as Pongo barks at her, angrily.)

Anita : (blessed) " Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling."

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

(Pongo leaves the scene and runs downstairs to meet up with Perdy, who is resting with their newborn puppies.)

Pongo : (excitedly) " Perdy? Perdy, darling? We’re keeping the puppies, every single one of them. My ol’ pet Roger, he told that devil woman off." (Perdita smiles.) He told her off, Perdy. She’s gone. Darling, she’s gone for good. "

Perdita : (blessed) " Oh, Pongo."

(Pongo and Perdy embrace, as their puppies whimper and cuddle by her belly.)

(A few weeks later, the puppies now fully have their spots, names, and red and blue-colored collars, as they watch their favorite TV show with their parents: The Adventures of Thunderbolt!)

C’mon, Thunderbolt.

C’mon, Thunderbolt.

Go get him, Thunder.

After him, boy.

Patch: "He’ll get that dirty ol’ horse thief. Old Thunderbolt’s the greatest dog in the whole world. He’s even better than Dad."

Penny: "No dog’s better than Dad. What’s he going to do, Dad?"

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

Penny : " Look at him run, the old coward. That old dirty Dawson!"

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

Perdita : " Why, Patch, where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother."

Watch out, Thunder.

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

Lucky, get down. We can’t see.

Mother, make him get down.

C’mon, Lucky. Down, dear.

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."

Shh! There he is, behind that rock.

Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.

He missed him. Ol’ Thunder’s pretending… I think.

See? What did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.

Lucky, get down.

Dirty Dawson: "Ha-ha-ha!"

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

TV Annonucer: "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-l-k.

We want to go too, Mother.

Can we, Mother?

We never get to go.

Perdita : " Come along, children. Bedtime."

Patch: "But we’re not a… …bit sleepy."

We want to go for a walk in the park.

Dad, can we?

Pongo : " 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 : " Fourteen... Hmm?"

TV Annonucer : " Remember, friends, just send five…" (The announcer becomes shocked as Pongo turns off the TV and carries Lucky to bed.)

Pongo : " Lucky, you little rascal, let’s go."

(Soon, the camera fades to the streets of London, where Roger, Anita, Pongo, and Perdita are out for their evening stroll to Regent’s Park. Their human owners look refined in their raincoats and trilby hats, as both couples pass by a truck. However, the truck belongs to two shady crooks, Horace and Jasper Badun, who lower their newspapers and watch them pass by.)

Jasper: "There they go, Horace, me lad: Out for their evening constitutional." (He peers into the rear view mirror and sees them turn the corner.) "Ah, a lovely pair of turtledoves. Around the jolly corner and off to the park."

Horace: (doubtful) "Yeah, I don’t like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they’ll throw the keys away."

Jasper: "Oh, come off it, Horace. We’re getting plenty of boodle."

Horace: "Yes, but… I’ve been thinkin’..."

Jasper: "You’ve been thinkin’?!" (grabs Horace) "Now, look here, Horace: I warned you about thinkin’. I’ve got the knob for this job, so let’s get on with it."

(He 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.)

Jasper: "Ah, nobody home but the little ol’ cook. Now, you just leave her to ol’ Jasper. He can handle her real diplomatic-like."

Horace: (nervously) "Yeah, but I still don’t like it."

Nanny: " 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?"

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

Horace: "We’re from the gas company."

Jasper: "Electric, electric."

Horace: "Electric company."

Nanny: " But we didn’t call for any inspection."

Jasper: "There’s a new act just been passed in Parliament; comes under the heading of "Defence of the Realm Act". It’s for your own safety, ma’am."

Nanny: " I don’t care whatever it says. You’re not coming in here with the Mister and Missus gone."

Jasper: (aggressively) "Come off it, Ducky. We got no time to palaver. We got a job to do. EXCUSE ME!"

(He barges into the house, followed by Horace. Nanny is disturbed and angered at this.)

Nanny: " What’s the matter with you two? You got cloth ears? You’re not coming in!" (She grabs the end of their trench coats, but she fails and lands on her bottom.)

Jasper: "She’s a regular little tartar, ain’t she, Horace?" (He yanks on her cap and heads upstairs to the attic."

Nanny: " Don’t you dare go up there, you long-legged lummox! Now I mean it. If you don’t get out of this house… I’ll call the police, I will." (Nanny runs to the attic, but Jasper appears from behind the door.) "Now be off with you, you big weasel!"

Jasper: (pretending to be offended) "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." (Nanny throws a tea pot at Jasper, but she misses as he uses the door as a shield.) "Not even for a cup of tea." (calls out to Horace) "Oi, Horace, me lad, I’ve got a sneaky suspicion we’re not welcome here!" (Horace rushes out from the kitchen with the bag.) "Pack up. We’re leaving! Sharp’s the word and quick’s the action!"

(Jasper keeps toying with Nanny, who struggles onto the door handle.)

Nanny: " Let me out! Help! I’ll call the police. Help!" (Jasper lets her the door go, causing Nanny to fly into a bunch of household objects with a crash.)

Jasper: "Goodnight, Ducky! Ta-ta!

Nanny: " Those good-for-nothing hoodlums! Electric company. Hmph! They’re nothing but common sneak thieves. (She sees their truck turn away and drive up the street.) "I’ll bet they made off with the good silver. Why, I bet they took every last… (As she enters the kitchen and takes the blanket off the basket, she sees the puppies have been stolen!) "The puppies! They’re gone! Patch? Lucky? Rolly? They took the puppies! Oh… Whatever will I do? Those scoundrels! They stole the puppies." (She runs outside and starts shouting for help.) "Police? Help! The puppies. Police! Somebody, help me! Help! Help! Help!" (She then cries.)

Cruella de Vil: "Dognapping!" Can you imagine such a thing? "puppies stolen". They are darling little things. Anita… and her bashful Beethoven! Pipe and all! Oh, Roger, you are a fool! Hello? Jasper! Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here!"

Jasper: (worried) "We don’t want no more of this, we want our boodle! We’ll settle for half!"

Cruella de Vil : " Not one schilling ‘til the job’s done!"

Horace: "Jasper! Jasper!"

Jasper: "It’s in the blinkin’ papers, pictures and all!"

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

Horace: "I don’t like it."

Jasper: (snaps) "Shut up, you idiot!"

Cruella de Vil : " What?!"

Jasper: "Not you, miss. I mean Horace!"

Cruella de Vil : " Why, you imbecile!"

(She then rings up Anita and Roger's phone number.)

Roger : " Maybe it’s Scotland Yard. Maybe they found something. Hello, Inspector?

Cruella de Vil : " Is Anita there?

Roger : " Who?"

Cruella de Vil : " Anita!"

Roger : " Uh… it’s for you."

Anita : " Hello?"

Cruella de Vil : (lying) " Anita, darling. What a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers. I couldn’t believe it."

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

Roger : " Is she calling to confess?"

Anita : " Roger, please!"

Roger : " She’s a sly one."

Anita : " We’re doing everything possible."

Cruella de Vil : " Have you called the police?"

Anita : " Yes, Scotland Yard. But I’m afraid…"

Roger : " Where are they?

Anita : " You idiot!"

Roger : " Anita!"

Anita : " Sorry, Cruella."

Cruella de Vil : " If there’s any news, we’ll let you know."

Roger : " Thank you, Cruella.

Anita : " Roger, I admit she’s eccentric, but she’s not a thief."

Roger : " Well, she’s still number one suspect in my book! She’s been investigated by Scotland Yard.

Anita : " What more do you want?"

Roger : " I don’t know, darling. I don’t know.

Anita : " Oh, Roger. 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? That’s only a gossip chain."

Pongo : " 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."

(That night at Regent's Park, the two couples are standing on a hill overlooking the city. Pongo is barking loudly to get another dog's attention."

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

Pongo : (confident) " We’ve got to keep trying, Perdy." (He hears barking nearby.) "Perdy, we’re in luck! It’s the Great Dane at Hampstead." (He barks in response, which annoys Roger and Anita.)

Roger : " Quiet, boy! Do you want to stir up the whole neighborhood?"

Anita : " Perdy, come on!"

Roger : " Let’s go. Pongo, you old idiot! Come on, now. We’re going home!" (He drags Pongo to bring him home.)

(Fortunately, Pongo's idea to use the Twilight Bark works; Danny, a Great Dane, is barking a last minute response to Pongo. His friend, Scotty, a small Yorkshire Terrier, catches up with him.)

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? Tell me, tell me!"

Danny : " Wait a minute, wait a minute." (thinking hard) "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 tried everything. Now it’s up to us dogs and the twilight bark!"

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

Danny : " Woof! Woof!"

Prissy: "Ahh!"

Prissy's Owner: Prissy, come in here!

Coco's Owner: Coco! Be quiet now!

Man: Aw, shut up! Quiet! Will you be quiet?!

Lucy: "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: " Fifteen puppies stolen."

Lucy : " There’s no puppies around here, not since Nellie’s last litter."

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: " Well, I can try! I’ll bark all night if I have to. Ahem!"

(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 farm horse named Captain opens the stall door.)

Captain: (neighing lowly) "Hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm… sounds like old Towser. It’s an alert. Sergeant! (speaking louder) Sergeant Tibbs! I say, Sergeant!" (He neighs loudly to wake up Tibbs.)

Sergeant Tibbs: "Oh, yes, Captain!"

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

Sergeant Tibbs: "Righto, sir. Right away, sir! Colonel? I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel?"

Colonel: "What? Who goes there?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Sergeant Tibbs reporting, sir."

Colonel: "Tibbs? Tibbs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibs! Look here, Tibbs. What’s the idea of barging in at this hour?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "But Colonel…"

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

Sergeant Tibbs: "Yes, Colonel."

Colonel: "We’d better look into it. Come along, on the double!"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Righto, sir."

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

Colonel: "By Jove, yes! So it is. Well, I’ll see what he wants. Ahem! (barking) Woof, woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof!"

(Back on the hill a good distance away from the farm, Towser receives the response from Colonel with Lucy holding up his left ear.)

Towser: " It be the Colonel. The old boy himself!" (chuckles) "He wants the message."

Lucy : " You’d better make it loud or he’ll never get it."

(Towser then barks the message about the fifteen stolen puppies.)

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

Sergeant Tibbs: "Two yips, sir."

Captain: "What’s the word?"

Colonel: "It’s from London."

Sergeant Tibbs: "It must be important."

Colonel: "Yes, I’ll get the rest of it. Ahem! (barks some more) Woof, woof, woof!" [Distant Barking] "Sounds like a number. Three fives is thirteen."

Sergeant Tibbs: "That’s fifteen, sir."

Colonel: "Of course." [Barking] "Yes… Dot, Spot… Spotted puddings. Poodles. No, puddles!"

Captain: "Puddles, sir?"

Colonel: (misinterpreting the message) "15 spotted puddles stolen? Oh, balderdash!"

(Colonel dips down from the stall door, as Captain and Tibbs look at each other in disbelief.)

Sergeant Tibbs: (correcting Colonel) "Better double-check it, Colonel."

Colonel: "Oh, yes, I suppose I’d better." (barks again) "Woof, woof, woof! Two woofs, one yip and a woof."

Sergeant Tibbs: "It sounds like "puppies"!"

Colonel: "Of course, puppies!"

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

Colonel: "The old de Vil place? Nonsense, Tibbs! No one’s lived there for years."

Captain: (alert) "Hold on! There’s smoke coming from the chimney!"

(The three animals see a plume of smoke rising from de Vil manor.)

Colonel: "By Jove, that’s strange… strange indeed. I suppose we’d better investigate. I’ll send word for ol’ Towser to stand by. Roof! Roo-roo-roof!"

(Towser receives the last message from Colonel.)

Towser: " Please… stand… by."

Lucy : " What’s he mean by that?"

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

Lucy : (excitedly) " Oh, I do hope so!"

(By now, Colonel and Sergeant Tibbs arrive at the gates to Hell Hall. Colonel peers through the iron bars of the gates.)

Colonel: "They say the ol’ place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddle faddle."

Sergeant Tibbs: (chuckling) "Fiddle faddle and rot, sir." (Tibbs’ expression changes to a serious one as he looks at the exterior of Hell Hall.)

Colonel: "Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run in to. (A passing cloud shrouds the mansion and terrace in darkness. Tibbs gulps nervously.) Well, blast it all, Tibs. On the double, man! On the double."

Sergeant Tibbs: (salutes Colonel) "Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir."

(Tibbs leaps off Colonel’s back and scampers up a tree branch. He hops from the branch and travels along another branch across the lawn. TIbbs finally reaches the windowsill, which crumbles in some parts. Tibbs wipes his paw on the glass to get a good visual of the hall. He 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. Tibbs opens the window, giving off a creaking sound. He then lands on the floor and makes it to the crack. Tibbs checks if the coast is clear and squeezes himself inside the living room, where he comes upon a yawning dalmatian puppy without a collar.)

Sergeant Tibbs: "Psst! Rover! Spotty!"

Dalmatian Puppy 1: (confused) "Hmm, what?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Are you one of the fifteen stolen puppies?"

Dalmatian Puppy 1: "We’re not stolen. We’re bought and paid for. There’s 99 of us all together."

(Tibbs rubs his eyes in surprise.)

Sergeant Tibbs: (surprised) "Ninety-nine?!" (He sees a vast sea of dalmatian puppies sleeping across the living room floor.)

Dalmatian Puppy 2: How ‘bout that bunch of little ones? They have names and colours. They’re not from the pet shops.

Sergeant Tibbs: Fifteen of ‘em?

Dalmatian Puppy 1: We never counted them. They‘re over there by the TV. (And true to his word, the 15 dalmatian puppies that were stolen are watching the Silly Symphony short, "Springtime", on TV.)

Sergeant Tibbs: Then, I’d better count ‘em.

Dalmatian Puppy 2: Watch out for the baduns.

Sergeant Tibbs: Baduns?

Dalmatian Puppy 1: Those two blokes, Horace and Jasper. They‘re mean ones, they are.

(Horace helps himself to a pair of sandwiches, and Jasper guzzles down on some wine. As Tibbs climbs on a box behind the couch to count the fifteen puppies, Lucky ducks his head down as the center flower dances up close to the screen.)

Jasper: "’Ey, look, Horace! Watch me pot ‘Is Lordship smack on the conk! "(He throws a dart that lands on a portrait painting of Lord de Vil.) "Ha-ha-ha-ha! How’s that for callin’ ‘em, eh? Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Sergeant Tibbs: (counting) "1… 2… 3, 4, 5, 6…"

Horace: "Hey, Jasper!" (Tibbs ducks down.) "Give us a swig, just a short one."

Jasper: "Now, Horace, this hogwash ain’t fit for a fancy bloke like yourself. Besides, you’d get crumbs in it, you cabbage head!" (He sets the wine bottle down next to Tibbs.)

Horace: "All right. Guzzle the whole works. I hope it gives you collywobbles, that’s what." (Rolly steals a slice of Horace’s ham from the sandwich for himself and squeezes under the couch. Horace take his first bite and notices his toppings are gone!) "Hey, Jasper, did you…"

(Jasper ignores his brother and dumps a bunch of cigarette ashes on the bread slices.)

Sergeant Tibbs: (counting) "Let me see… 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11…

Horace: "Hey! Get down, you little runt, and stay down! (He pushes Lucky down from the TV set, as Patch barks at Horace for messing with his brother.) Go on! Get out of here, or I’ll… I’ll black your other peeper."

Sergeant Tibbs: "Where was I? Nine… Nine… three more. Twelve and… one, two, three. That’s 15! They’re the ones!"

(However, he gets nervous when Jasper grabs his neck, mistaking him for a wine bottle, and when Tibbs nears Jasper’s mouth, he screeches in alarm and runs off with fright.)

Jasper: (sputtering) "Blimey!" (sputters some more) "What the…" (He notices Tibbs bounding away as the puppies bark in surprise.) "Hey, Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!"

(Horace is getting another sandwich, as Tibbs bounds across a grand piano, knocking down the support arm for the cover, which squashes Horace inside the piano and smashing his face in a cake, as the puppies continue barking. Lucky ignores them and goes back to watching TV. Jasper is now armed with a bunch of darts in his hands.)

Jasper: (cont.) "Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho! How’d you like a tabby cat stew?" (He throws the darts to kill Tibbs squirming against the wall. Jasper raises an empty wine bottle to aim at Tibbs running away from the living room.) "Or a cat casserole? A la mode!"

(Jasper throws the wine bottle at Tibbs but misses him as Tibbs squeezes back through the crack The wine bottle shatters in pieces.)

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: "Woof! Woof! 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 : " Oh, thank heavens.

Danny : " Can you leave tonight?"

Pongo : " We can leave right away."

Danny : " I’ll go along as far as Camden Road and give you instructions. 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 : " The de Vil place!"

Perdita : " Oh, Pongo, it was her!"

Danny : " Oh, someone you know?"

Pongo : " There’s no time to explain."

Perdita : " I hope we’re not too late."

Danny : " Good luck, Pongo. (calling out to them) If you lose your way, contact the barking chain! They’ll be standing by!"

Captain: "Any news, Colonel?"

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

Sergeant Tibbs: "Colonel, sir, here comes a car."

Colonel: "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! Better see what’s up. On the double, man. On the double!"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Yes, sir."

Colonel: "Take over, Captain!"

Captain: "Righto, sir."

Game Show Host: "I’m sorry, Mr. Simpkins. The answer is no, no, no. Six down, four to go."

Cruella de Vil : " I’ve got no time to argue! It’s got to be done tonight!"

Game Show Host : " It must be a yes or no question."

Cruella de Vil : " Do you understand? Tonight!"

Horace: "But they ain’t big enough."

Jasper: "You couldn’t get half a dozen coats out of the whole caboodle.

Sergeant Tibbs: "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: "How’re 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: "Not a drop."

Horace: "And no ether, "ee-ther"."

Jasper: ""Eye-ther"!"

Cruella de Vil : " 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?""

(An angry Cruella snatches Jasper's wine bottle and throws it in the fireplace where it explodes. Horace leaps into his brother's arms, and the puppies take cover. Cruella slaps her two henchmen in their faces.)

Cruella de Vil : " Now, listen, you idiots! I’ll be back first thing in the morning, and the job better be done or I’ll… I’ll call the police!" (Horace and Jasper stare at her with fear, as she screams at them.) "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Horace: "I think she means it, Jasper."

Jasper: "Ah, we’ll get on with it as soon as the show’s over."

Game Show Host : " 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 3: "But, how?"

Sergeant Tibbs: "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 : (laughing) " Yeah, what do you know… old Meathead Fauncewater."

Sergeant Tibbs: "C’mon now, don’t crowd. One at a time. One at a time!"

Game Show Host : "Now, f or 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. 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: (whispering) "Straighten out! Form a queue along the wall. C'mon, snap it up. Faster!"

Game Show Host : " Mr. Fauncewater is a burglar by trade, but in this case, his crime was not burglary. I'm sorry: The answer is no." (Horace and Jasper laugh as the buzzer sounds off on the TV.) "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…"

Game Show Host : (urgently) "Oh, c ome, come, come, Miss Birdwell, we’re running short of time." (The clock is ticking.)

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

Sergeant Tibbs : "Oh, blimey!" (He sees Lucky watching the game show with interest.)

Game Show Host : " Oh, I’m sorry. The answer is no." (Horace and Jasper continuing laughing.) "Two down, eight to go. Mr. Simpkins?"

Mr. Simpkins: "Oh, yes. Your crime was not robbery and not homicide."

Sergeant Tibbs: "Psst. Hey, kid, let’s go." (Lucky ignores him.)

Mr. Simpkins: (cont.) "Well then, c ould it be a violation of a city ordinance of some sort?"

(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.)

Game Show Host : "I see. Uh, uh, no. The answer is n o, no, no."

Horace: "Hey, get out of the way, you little runt!" (He hands Lucky to Jasper who tosses him aside.)

Game Show Host : " Three down, seven to go. Inspector?"

(Sgt. Tibbs catches Lucky like a four yard pass, until he steps on a series of wine bottles and soup cans, which they are forced to barrel roll on. Rolly hears them coming.)

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

(Sgt. Tibbs trips, tossing Lucky into the air and through the hole. Sgt. Tibbs slides to a stop by Rolly, just as the timer buzzes off, ending the game show.)

Game Show Host : " I’m terribly sorry. We’ve run out of time."

Jasper: (griping) "Aw, now, ain’t that always the way!"

(Sgt. Tibbs grabs Rolly and tries shoving him through the hole, but his size isn't helping matters.)

Game Show Host : " 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 this same time… on "What’s My Crime?"

(Sgt. Tibbs keeps struggling to push Rolly though, just as Horace and Jasper start their job.)

Jasper: (yawning) "Ah, oh well. C’mon, Horace. Let’s get on with it." (Sgt. Tibbs keeps struggling, while Jasper grabs a fire poker.) "I’ll pop ‘em on the head, you do the skinnin’."

Horace: "Oh, no, you don’t, Jasper! (He pulls off a chair leg and uses it as a club.) I’ll pop ‘em off and you do the skinnin’."

(Sgt. Tibbs squeezes Rolly through the hole, just as Jasper notices all the captured puppies are gone.)

Jasper: "Hey, Horace, look! They’re gone! They flew the coop, right out through this hole." (He pulls out a flashlight.) "Here, grab a torch. We’ll run ‘em down before you can say "Bob’s your uncle"."

(They leave the living room and enter the foyer, searching the area with their flashlights. As the puppies run upstairs, Rolly trips on a step and sees the two goons.)

Jasper : " There they go, Horace, up the stairs." (He creepily calls for Rolly's attention.) "Here, puppies." (Rolly makes a break for it) "Here, puppies! C’mon now. Don’t go hiding from your ol’ Uncle Jasper. Aw, I ain’t gonna hurt ya."

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

Jasper: "Shut up. Now, take a squint in there. I’ll check these other two rooms." (He enters one of the bedrooms.) "Here, puppies. Puppies, come on out. Come out wherever you are." (He looks under the bed and is startled by Sgt. Tibbs.) "Horace!" (He gets plowed over by the puppies.) "Oh! It’s that mangy tabby cat! He’s the ringleader!" (Horace runs up to his brother to back him up.) "Head ‘em off. Head ‘em…" (Horace collides into Jasper, as they both go tumbling down the stairs.) "You bungling blockhead!"

Sergeant Tibbs: "Back here! Back here! Shh. Here they come."

Jasper: "Double-crossin ‘little twerps, pullin ‘a snitch on us! And after we took care of ‘em all this time. There’s gratitude for you."

(Rolly gallops down the stairs.)

Horace: "It ain’t fair, Jasper."

Jasper: "Aw." (Rolly takes one look at the goons, just as Sgt. Tibbs grabs Rolly by the tail, causing Rolly to whimper.) "Hey, Horace, there they go!"

(Tibbs and the puppies are forced to make a break for it back the way they came just as Colonel sees them running from the Baduns through a window.)

Colonel: "Sergeant? I say, Sergeant."

Sergeant Tibbs: "Sorry, sir. No time to explain. Busy, sir!"

(Colonel leaves the window and comes to another window to see the puppies and Tibbs run back to the living room, where Horace and Jasper trap them.)

Jasper: "Shut that door, Horace!" (Horace shuts the door, as the puppies hide, while Jasper closes another door.) We’ll close in on ‘em. Enough of this "Ring Around the Rosy"."

(Meanwhile, Perdita and Pongo come to a pair of crossroads.)

Perdita : (concerned) " Oh, Pongo, Pongo, I’m afraid we’re lost."

Pongo : " It can’t be far." (He barks loudly to get the Colonel's attention. Colonel hears Pongo's barking in the distance.)

Colonel: "By Jove! It can’t be the Pongos." (He gallops and barks in response, until he slips on a frozen pond and into a snowbank, where he continues barking.)

Pongo : (listening to Colonel's barking) " It’s the Colonel. Come on, this way. Colonel?" (They hustle over to Hell Hall where Colonel is.) "Are you the Colonel?"

Colonel: "Oh, Pingo! Uh… Uh… Pongo?"

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

Colonel: "No time to explain. There’s trouble. A big hullabaloo. Come along!" (Pongo and Perdita rush to the rescue, as Colonel slips on the ice again) "Follow me!" (He struggles to keep up.)

(At the same time, both the Badun brothers have a scared Tibbs and all 99 puppies in corner of the living room.)

Jasper: (cackling evilly) "Ah, ha-ha-ha! Now, we’ve got ‘em, Horace. They‘ve run out of room!" (Pongo and Perdita bust through the living room and glare at the Baduns, viciously.) "What have we got here? A couple of spotted hyenas?" (Pongo and Perdita stand ready to attack.) "C’mon, Horace. Give ‘em what for." (Pongo jumps into the battle, baring his jaws, and clamps down on Horace’s club.) "I’m right behind ya, lad." (Horace hits Jasper on the head by accident.) "Uh… oh! You clumsy clod!" (He kicks Horace off to the side.)

(Colonel watches the action from a window.)

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

(Pongo surrounds Horace and Perdita bites Horace on the leg. Jasper grabs a chair to attack Perdita, but Pongo pounces on him, causing the chair to be thrown out the window.)

Colonel: (in surprise) "Well, by George!"

(Patch barks at Jasper to leave his dad alone, but Jasper gives him the evil eye and scares him off.)

Jasper: "You mangy mongrel!" (He kicks Pongo aside, scaring Patch, and raises his fire poker to kill him.) "I’ll knock your blinkin ‘block off." (He misses when Pongo runs under Jasper and bites him hard on the rear.) Yeow!"

(Colonel peeks through the hole to investigate, just as Tibbs leads the puppies to safety.)

Colonel: "Blast ‘em, Tibs. Go on, give ‘em what for."

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

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

(Colonel and Tibbs lead the puppies back to the farm. Back inside, the battle rages on as Perdita grabs Horace's trench coat with her teeth and blinds Horace with it, while Pongo tugs on Jasper's pants suspenders.)

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

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

(Pongo lets go of the suspenders, causing Jasper's pants to fall down, exposing his pink boxers. Horace is still blinded by his trench coat.)

Horace: "Oh, oh, oh!" (As soon as he steps on the carpet, Perdita bites on the carpet and yanks on it to send Horace landing in the fireplace.) "Oh, oh, oh!" (He hits his head in the fireplace and bolts away, as he puts out the flames on the seat of his pants.) "Jasper!"

Jasper: "Horace!"

(Before Pongo can tie up Jasper with the suspenders, Horace collides into Jasper, and they crash into the wall where they create a large series of cracks that travel up the ceiling and cause large chunks of plaster to land on them.)

Pongo : " C’mon, Perdy. Let’s go."

(Pongo and Perdita leave Hell Hall and rush over to the farm, just as an angry Horace and Jasper burst out of the mansion and board their truck.)

Jasper: (angrily) "I’ll skin every one of them spotted hyenas if it’s the last thing I do!"

Dad! Mother!

I missed you, Mommy.

Here we are, Mommy.

Perdita : " Oh, my darlings… my darlings!"

How’d you find us?

Lucky, Patch, Pepper!

Oh, Daddy.

And Rolly, you rascal!

Rolly: "Did you bring me anything to eat?"

Pongo : " Everybody here? All?"

Patch: "Twice that many, Dad. Now there’s of us!"

Pongo : (stunned) " What? Ninety-nine…?" (He sees the 84 extra dalmatian puppies.) "Where did they all come from?"

Perdita : (stunned) " What on earth would she want with so many?"

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

Perdita : " She couldn’t!"

Sergeant Tibbs : (serious) " That’s right: Dog-skin coats."

Colonel: (skeptical) "Oh, dog-skin coats! Oh, come now, Tibbs!"

Sergeant Tibbs : " 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."

Patch : " What about the others? What’ll they do?"

(The 84 Dalmatian puppies sit there on the hay bales, wondering about their fate.)

Pongo : (wisely) " Perdy, we’ll take them home with us… all of them. Our pets would never turn them out."

Captain: (snorting) "Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It’s a truck headin’ this way."

(Captain and Tibbs see the Baduns driving their truck down the road as their follow their tracks.)

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

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."

Colonel: "Ahem! Oh, you think so?"

Pongo : "He's right, Colonel. We’d better run for it."

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

Pongo : " Thank you, Sergeant, Colonel, Captain."

Perdita : " Bless you all. How can we ever repay you?"

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."

(The Baduns park their truck outside and begin to enter the barn.)

Perdita: "C’mon, kids, hurry."

(Perdita leads the puppies out the barn and across the pasture.)

Sergeant Tibbs: "Good luck, Pongos."

Colonel : "Yes, good luck, a nd never fear. We’ll hold them off ‘til the bitter end."

(Captain neighs for Colonel's attention as he hustles on the spot. Just as Horace and Jasper enter the barn, Colonel appears and barks at them.)

Jasper: "Now, what’s this? Out of my way, you barkin’ haystack. Or I’ll knock your blinkin’ block off!" (He slashes his poker at Colonel

(Pongo sees the Baduns and leaves, following the Dalmatian puppies behind, just as Horace and Jasper come in, armed with their flashlights and weapons.)

Horace: "Well, they ain’t in here, Jasper."

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

Sergeant Tibbs : " Ready, Captain. Aim... fire one! Fire two!"

Jasper : " Hey!" (He clunks into Horace's head.) "There they go, the little sneaks! C’mon, back to the truck. We’ll head ‘em off in half a mile."

(They rush back outside, where Jasper rides up in the truck and lets his brother get on. They drive down the country road and stop at a bridge, where they shine their flashlights on a frozen creek.)

Jasper : " Ah, they gotta be around here somewhere."

(The Dalmatians are hiding under the bridge from the two goons. Rolly, on the other hand, has little room as he squirms around between two of his siblings.)

Horace : "Jasper, I’ve been thinkin’."

Jasper : " Now, Horace."

(Jasper shines his flashlight on the creek, just as Rolly bursts out from the formation and near the flashlight.)

Horace : " Well, what if they went down the froze-up creek so‘s not to leave their tracks?"

(Jasper yanks Horace back in his car seat.)

Jasper : "Aw, Horace, you idiot! Dogs ain’t that smart."

(Rolly lands his hind legs on the ice and breathes a sigh of relief, as Jasper starts up the truck and drives off into the distance. Pongo watches them leave and then turns to Perdita and the puppies.)

Pongo : " All clear, Perdy. All clear."

We gave ‘em the slip! Didn’t we, Dad?

They didn’t even see us, Patch!

Perdita : " Shh, children. Children, shh."

Lucky: "My feet are slippery. I wish we could walk on the snow."

Pongo : " No, son, we can’t leave tracks."

Cruella de Vil : " Well, any sign of them?"

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

Horace : " We’re froze stiff. We’re givin’ up."

Cruella de Vil : " Oh, no, you don’t! We’ll find the little mongrels if it takes ‘til next Christmas. Now, get going! And, watch your driving, you imbeciles! Do you wanna get nabbed by the police?"

(Meanwhile, the dalmatian clan is caught in a heavy snowstorm. Pongo is keeping track of the dalmatian puppies behind.)

Pongo : " Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight… 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."

(They hear barking in the distance.)

Collie: (calling out) "Pongo! (barks again) Pongo! Pongo! (He meets up with Pongo and Lucky.) We’d just about lost hope. We have shelter for you… at the dairy barn across the road."

Pongo : " Oh, thank goodness. Perdy! Perdy! This way, Perdy. The dairy barn across the road.

Perdita : " C’mon, kids."

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

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

Queenie: "Aren’t they adorable!"

Princess: "Perfectly darling."

Duchess: " The poor dears. They're completely worn out and half frozen!"

Perdita : " They all here, Pongo?"

Pongo : " Yes, dear. All 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?"

Princess : "And w ith all those little ones."

I’m hungry, Mother. I’m hungry.

- I’m hungry too. - Mother, we’re hungry.

- We’re all hungry. -

Perdita : " 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.

Collie : " 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 : " There’s a Labrador there. His pet is a grocer."

Pongo : " Oh, I… I’m sorry."

Collie : " 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 honoured to be of service.

We’re sorry we can’t do more.

Anyone who would think of hurting these puppies…

Shh! Duchess! - They’re so dear.

I wish they could stay with us for always.

Princess, shh. Quiet, everyone.

Let them sleep, the poor things.

They’re so exhausted, and they still have such a long way to go.

Pongo : " Hurry, kids. Hurry!

Cruella de Vil : " Well now, what have we here? Well… (chuckles) so they thought they could outwit Cruella. Ha-ha-ha-ha! (blares the horn) Jasper! Horace! (blares the horn) Here’s their tracks heading straight for the village!"

Jasper : Blimey! 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!"

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

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

Perdita : " For all of us?"

Freckles: "You mean we don’t have to walk any more?"

Pongo : " If we can manage it. We’d better hurry."

Perdita : " We’ve got a ride home! C’mon, children."

Labrador : " 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."

Perdita : " Pongo, there’s Cruella."

Pongo : " Yes… and Jasper and Horace."

Perdita : " 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."

Patch : " Did too."

Lucky : " Did not!"

Perdita : " Please, children, don’t quarrel."

Pongo : " Say… Perdy, I’ve got an idea."

Perdita : " Pongo, what on earth…"

Pongo : " Look, I’m a Labrador! We ‘ll all roll in soot. We'll all be Labradors!"

Labrador : " Say, that is an idea!"

Pongo : " C’mon, 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?

Perdita : " 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?

Pongo : " Wait. That’s enough. Not too many at a time. Uh-oh. Rolly, hold on. You’re only half done."

Labrador : " Now, stay right with me, kids."

Penny: "We’re gonna fool the ol’ mad lady."

Perdita : " Pongo, I’m so afraid."

Horace: " Jasper, do you suppose they disguised themselves?"

Jasper : Say now, Horace. That’s just what they did. Dogs is always paintin’ themselves black! You idiot!

Pongo : " 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 : " Jasper! Horace! Well?"

Jasper : Be reasonable, miss.

Horace: " We’re froze to our bones."

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

Cruella de Vil : " 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 : " I’ll get the rest."

Car Mechanic: "Well, t hat ought to do 'er. At least, she’ll get you back to London."

Labrador : " Better get aboard, miss."

Horace: " Hey, Jasper."

Jasper : " 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 : " It can’t be! It’s impossible!"

Labrador : " Run for it!"

Cruella de Vil : " Jasper! Horace! [Honking] (Jasper and Horace are inside a wooden building with a locked barn-style door that leads out to the street.) JASPER! (They try to break down the door, and they knock it down right into her face, as it turns out she was parked right outside.) There they go! In the van! After them! After them!"

Perdita : " Pongo! There she is: Cruella!"

Truck Driver: "Hey, lady, what in thunder are you tryin’ to do?! Crazy woman driver!"

Perdita : " Pongo, look!"

Horace: " Jasper!"

Jasper : (cackling) " There ain’t nothin’ to it. I’ll give him a nudge and shove him in the dirt!"

Pongo : " Perdy, watch out!"

Horace: " Jasper!"

Jasper : " Horace!"

Cruella de Vil : " You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles!"

Jasper: "Ah, shut up!"

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, those dear little things. Sometimes at night I can hear them barking, but it always turns out I’m dreaming.

Roger, what on earth…

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 dears.

- It’s a miracle! - What a wonderful Christmas present!

And look… there’s a whole lot more!

- Look, Anita, puppies everywhere.

- There must be!

One, two, three and four… is seven. Two, four, six, and three is nine, plus two is eleven.

- over here. and that’s 47!

- 14, 18, Roger.

- That’s 65!

10, 11, 12, 13!

- Wait… six more.

- Let’s see, that’s 84.

And fifteen plus two… a hundred and one! 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.