101 Dalmatians II: Patch's London Adventure

Pongo: It seems like such a short time ago

that my pet and I were just lazing about in our little London flat,

living the humdrum bachelor life

and wishing things weren't so very, very dull.

That's my pet, Roger. My name's Pongo.

You remember, I'm the one with the spots.

Oh, goodness!

No, no, not that one. Or that one.

That's me, living my new life as a family man.

Never a dull moment. I guess I got my wish.

I think I'm seeing spots!

Hey, seeing spots!

Spots, I'm seeing spots everywhere I'm seeing lots

of those tiny little dots yes, it's true

they're on the beds and the cots in the pans and the pots

and they've left little spots in the loo!

Roger, are you packing or playing?

I'm playing at packing, dear!

Well, quit fooling around.

We're moving first thing in the morning!

We'll have a dalmatian plantation

I see spots on the walls in the rooms, in the halls

on the floors in the drawers yes, I do

and every morning when I rise and I open up my eyes

I am taken by surprise 'cause instead of seeing skies

I see lots of little spots

-We'll have a dalmatian plantation -Spots, spots, spots

-and never again shall we roam -everywhere on the beds and the cots

- Can't wait to begin... - On the walls...

- Our sweet living that's in - the rooms and the halls

-our dalmatian plantation home -our dalmatian plantation home

-Dalmatian plantation -Dalmatian plantation

We're home -We're home

Oh, Roger!

Pongo: Yes, tomorrow would be moving day.

Only one more night in this little flat,

which was getting smaller by the minute.

I mean, even I was beginning to feel a bit smothered.

Really, it was easy to see how one of our puppies could feel,

well, just a little bit lost in this sea of spots.

- Ah, hello, Patch. - Hello, mother.

Watching the television, are we?

Yes. Well, I've got to save my spot, now, don't I?

It's the best spot, after all!

But you know your show doesn't start until after...

Nanny: Dinnertime!

- Oh, dear. - Oh, not again!

Come on, you guys! Make room!

No, you don't, Mr Roly-poly. One bowl at a time!

There must be something in here.

Roger: Right! Is everybody ready for the show?

My spot!

Thunderbolt!

Hounding hoodlums with a howl! Bad no-goodniks hear his growl!

Thunderbolt!

Desperados, cringe in fear, mighty Thunderbolt is here!

Righting wrongs and doing right, barking boldly in the night,

the one-of-a-kind wonder dog!

Narrator on TV: Kanine Krunchies, the crunch your dog loves to munch,

presents the Thunderbolt Adventure Hour.

Starring Thunderbolt, the one-of-a-kind wonder dog!

And his trusty sidekick, Lil' Lightning.

In last week's thrilling episode, Wholesome Tommy was kidnapped...

Help! Thunderbolt! Save me!

And spirited away by that black-hearted villain, Dirty Dawson!

Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!

Will our hero arrive in time?

Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!

What horrible fate awaits Wholesome Tommy?

Oh, I can hardly look!

I've seen this one. This is brilliant!

Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!

That mangy mutt can't save you this time!

Hold on, Tommy! Thunderbolt's coming!

This is just like "Double-cross at Dead Man's Ditch,"

except that was a mine car, not a train.

Watch this, Thunder's gonna grab the whip.

Patch, you're gonna spoil it again!

They say every dog has his day, but this one ain't gonna be yours,

you flea-bitten cur!

Yes! Yes!

Dirty Dawson: This ain't fair.

What was that supposed to be?

It was the most pitiful bark I've heard yet.

Yeah. It sounded like someone sat on a squeaky toy!

Thunderbolt, you're one of a kind!

Wow, one of a kind!

Song on TV: Kanine Krunchies can't be beat...

All right, bedtime, everyone.

But, dad, we're not sleepy yet.

Nanny, do you have the new dog tags?

Right here. We'll put them on as they come up the stairs.

Say, kiddies! Is your dog a one-of-a-kind wonder dog?

If you think your pooch has what it takes,

bring him down to the London set of Thunderbolt's exciting new adventure,

"Thunderbolt versus the Hound of the Baskervilles."

- Thunderbolt's in London? - That's right! Thunderbolt's in London.

Just follow the Kanine Krunchies truck down to tomorrow's auditions,

where one lucky pup will win the opportunity

to appear as a guest on the show!

Dad, dad, dad!

57, 58... careful.

59, 60, 61, 62, 63...

Dad! Dad! I have to see Thunderbolt!

Just a minute, son. I'm counting... 67, 68...

But, dad, I've seen every episode, all 72.

72, 73... two? Not now, Patch. I'm busy losing count here!

- 76, 77, 78, 79... - But, dad! Dad!

82, 83...

Oh, dear. 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104,

and Patch, 105. 105?

Are you all right, son?

Dad, I've just gotta see Thunderbolt tomorrow.

Yes, I know, but tomorrow is moving day.

You're going to love it on the farm, son.

There are big green fields and a stream and a barn

and lots of different animals.

Hey, maybe you and I can chase some chickens, huh?

- Sure, dad, but... - Here we go!

"Cherry Tree Farm, Little Tichfield, Devon."

Why, I imagine it's the most splendid farm in the whole country.

Oh, Perdi, the farm will be such a wonderful place to raise our puppies.

And best of all, we'll be miles away from that evil, ugly monster...

Cruella de Vil! Now, please let me in!

I can't do that, Miss de Vil.

But, Mr Fitzweil, please, something, anything.

You know very well that the terms of your probation

don't allow me to sell you any more furs.

Not even a stole, a muff, a pair of mittens?

- One mitten? - No!

Could things possibly be any worse?

Man on radio: Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil

shut up, shut up! Stop it!

What does Cruella de Vil have left to live for?

Man: Good grief.

Tell me, what do you see?

Everything. Darkness and light, form and content.

And what else?

Chaos and order, joy and pain.

And there is more than that?

The possibility of triumph, the certainty of defeat,

the culmination of all I've ever reached for but could not grasp!

I see everything!

I see absolutely everything!

I feel faint in the presence of such artistic truth.

Where is the artist? I simply must meet him!

But you already have.

I am Lars and I am an undiscovered genius.

My name is Cruella de Vil, and I'm an over-financed heiress.

Your passion for my work both repels and attracts.

Could you bear the sweet agony of seeing more?

You mean there's more?

Spots! Spots! Spots! Spots!

I had yet to find anyone who truly understood

their bleak, but beautiful meaning.

That is, until I met you.

This could be it! This could be the cure for my craving!

My analyst said I should find

something to substitute for my magnificent obsession.

Who needs furs when I can soothe my tortured soul with art?

Something tortures you?

Tell me, what cloud dares cast a shadow on the flower?

Oh, it's a sad but familiar tale of loss and disappointment,

probation and a restraining order.

But you, you can help Cruella to forget all that.

Will you do a painting just for me, to ease my pain?

I will create a masterpiece,

if you will be my muse.

Oh, darling.

Pongo: 63, 22...

202. No, no, no. Oh, no.

- I can't sleep. - 98...

- I've been thinking. - 99...

Do you think I'm a one of a kind or just one of 101?

101! That's it.

101.

Roger: All right, everyone, into the truck!

Pongo: You're 90. You're 91. You're 92. You're 93.

You're 94. Hold it. Wait. You're 98.

You're 99. You're 100 and you're 101.

And you're 101. And you're 101.

Hold it. Wait.

How many 101s are there?

Well, I've successfully lost count again. Right. Anyone not here, speak up.

Oh, no!

Wait! Wait for me!

Well, that figures. They didn't even miss me.

Then I'm not going to miss them.

Well, what do you think?

Why, it's splendid!

Roger: Puppies, welcome to your new home!

Right then. That's 1 and 2 and 27, 36, 5, 50, 80...

Minus two, carry the three and... 101?

Finally, no more counting.

Run!

All this place needs is a proper dusting, a splash of paint,

and it'll be good as new.

Now, where do you suppose we'll put the music room?

I think you just found it, darling.

Song on PA: Thunderbolt!