102 Dalmatians

You dog, you!

You dog, you!

You dog, you!

Woof!

You dog, you!

Oww!

You dog, you!

My client is not a laboratory animal, Dr. Pavlov.

Your client wants out of prison, Mr. Torte,

and with my behavior control therapy,

freedom is...

Mmm!

I have patented a humane cocktail...

Of electric shock treatment,

- (BIRD TWEETING) - (MEOWING)

Aversion therapy, hypnosis,

drugs...

And plenty of green vegetables.

But, of course, the real challenge remains.

I mean, this is a prison, not a pet shop.

And I don't represent animals in court.

Dr. Pavlov, my client... is cured.

Oooh!

Oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Brush up your Swedish, Dr. Pavlov.

This could be your nobel prize!

Cruella De Vil.

Do call me Ella.

Cruella sounds so... Cruel.

Ms. De vil, I am releasing you into the custody of the probation office.

You will perform 500 hours of community service.

Mr. Torte, your client is, I believe, a wealthy woman.

After my exorbitant fees, milord,

her assets stand at a mere â£8 million.

Then you will be bound over to keep the peace to the sum of â£8 million.

If forfeited, the money will be donated...

To the dogs' homes of the borough of westminster.

Which means, if you repeat the offense,

your entire fortune will go to the dogs.

Alonzo.

My ever-loyal valet.

My only visitor,

stuttering sweetly on the far, far side of the bulletproof glass.

Oh, miss De vil, I've w-waited for this d-day.

I hope it's not too presumptuous, but I've brought you a g-g-gift.

Oh, Alonzo, how considerate.

Oh!

Oh!

I think I'll call him fluffy.

Oh, he's smiling at me.

- (SNARLING) - Oh, what a sweet voice.

Wrong side, Alonzo.

Come, fluffy. Mummy will drive.

I told you you wouldn't believe the truth.

The dog ate your pay stubs.

Ewan, can't you do a little better than that?

I was abducted by aliens.

Put me out at piccadilly, they did. It was a... (CHIMING CONTINUES)

How can you work here? I can't even keep me own story straight.

Listen. I won't say it again.

No pay stub, no probation.

Dog shelter suits me.

I-I think I found meself. Mm-hmm.

Here's a snap of me with the dogs.

Uh, that's the boss. He's a top bloke.

You'd love him.

Ah. Told ya.

Drooler got ahold of it.

Ewan, this is an I.O.U.

- Well, we're a bit tight on funds at the moment. - Chloe, this is...

I'm sorry. It's okay.

Ewan was just off.

All right. Thanks, miss.

Uh, next week, then?

Yes. With pay stubs. Am I being clear?

Uh, supremely.

Keep the photo.

You do put the fear of god into them, Chloe.

Which is why I've chosen you to...

Is it... line three!

Hello?

Is it... yes! Stay there!

Keep breathing, and I'll be there in a second. (LAUGHING)

Oh! Ah.

Oh! (EXCITED GIGGLING) Goodness.

Hurry!

See you soon! Chloe! Chloe!

You forgot this.

W-what... ah.

Oh, for Pete's sake. Are you two at it again?

Kevin, how many times have I had to tell you...

It's pointless for you humans to play tug-of-war against us dogs.

Come on, drooler! Hit him with both barrels!

Yes! You got it!

He's ours! He's down! He's... he's getting up!

Well, I always say, if you can't stand the heat, cheat!

Hurry, boys! Get in there!

We dogs need to stick together.

All right, chomp, sock it to him!

- (SNARLING) - (GROANS)

Can you dig it, digger?

Let's get ready to tumble!

Hey! Hey! That's not fair!

Yes, it is! All's fair in tug-of-war!

I took you misfits in out of the goodness of my heart, and this is how you repay me?

That's pathetic, kev. How many times you gonna fall for that one?

I managed to get another week out of my probation officer, boss.

Think she quite fancies me.

Come on, boys. It's grub time.

Where'd you get that dog food?

Didn't pinch it, did you?

No. I'm done with all that.

There you go.

Fill your belly. Come on.

Good girl.

Okay, who's next?

Hey.

Fill 'er up, kev. I'm a very hungry dog.

Oh, thank you.

Hey! Hey, wait! Come back with my grub!

Come on, waddlesworth. Today's the day.

Fly up to your house, and then I'll feed you. Come on, waddlesworth, fly!

No, I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times: We dogs can't fly!

See? Now stand aside, birdbrain.

Save some for tomorrow. I don't know where our next meal's coming from.

Me mum always said, "when the heart hopes, hope comes knocking."

"'Eart 'opes"?

Hope comes knocking.

What? Evicted? But you said...

you shouldn't believe what people say. I don't.

You can't turn all these dogs loose in the city.

Give us another chance. I'm not the one running a charity here.