02x12 - You Say It's Your Birthday

[bunniefuu]

-[theme music playing]
-[barking]

[engine revs]

♪ I'm seeing lots of spots ♪

♪ Plenty of polka dots ♪

-[barking]
-♪ Get those puppies! ♪

♪ Can't catch a furry flurry ♪

♪ Running in a blurry hurry ♪

[barking]

♪ Get those puppies! ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Canines on the run ♪

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♪ Them doggone dogs are fun ♪

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♪ Without fail you'll wind up
Chasing your tail ♪

♪ What's the harm
In revelrous adventures ♪

-♪ On the funny farm? ♪
-[clucks]

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

[barks]

-♪ Life's just a bed of roses ♪
-♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Fast friends with cold, wet noses ♪

♪ Through thick, thin, push and pull
It's 1-0-1 oh wonderful! ♪

♪ Just tons of fun ♪

♪ 101 Dalmatians! ♪

[puppies yip]

[puppies bark and yip]

Oh, it's a good thing

you gave away most
of those old teddy bears.

You had almost as many
of 'em as you do puppies!

-[puppies yipping]
-[both gasp]

[playful growl]

[barks]

[gulps]

[puppies panting]

Wh--whoa! [nervous mutters]

[yipping continues]

Ah! Oh!

Rolly! Whoa--oh!

[screams]

[grunts]

What are you guys doing in here?

You pups are always getting in the way.

Go on, scoot!

Oomph!

-[barking]
-Whoa!

Whee! Bless my soul! [laughs]

Oww!

[Nanny grunts]

I know you love all
these little guys, Roger,

but I've always thought
you've had way too many.

Way too many?

-Of us?
-Don't worry, Rolly.

I'm sure it's not what it sounds like.

Roger's much too sweet
to give us away.

[Roger] Truth is I'm glad
we're giving them all away.

-[gasps]
-I'm gonna miss their fuzzy little faces.

Why that cold-hearted,
dog-ditching, two-legged traitor!

[growls, barks]

Oh, there, there, Roger.

I'm sure it's for the best.

I know, but they were practically family.

Roger said we're always getting
in the way. So that's it.

They're giving us away.

Throwing us out like day-old pizza.

[gasps]
Nobody'd really do that, would they?

To a pizza, I mean?

Oh, well, they're tossing
us out on our furry little butts.

Wait a minute.

I'm a feather-butt.

Maybe this doesn't include me.

[Cruella on P.A.]
Lunch break has begun.

-At the tone, you have 29 minutes...
-[elevator dings]

...and 40 seconds
until you must get back to work.

[P.A. dings]

-[device beeps]
-Memo to myself...

-[beeping]
-Consider intravenous lunches.

Chewing is too time-consuming.

[device beeps]

[crunching, chewing]

Hmm, there's an employee
after my own heart.

[Scorch snickers]

[Cruella] Oh, of course Anita.

What dedication! What loyalty!

What is that?

Those designs don't look like anything

I've ever taken credit for.

They're way too good.

She must be moonlighting.

I bet she's working for my competition,

that fashion scab Ralphie St. Lowrent!

Oh! If that's the case,

I'll slap that ingrate
with a lawsuit so enormous,

her grandchildren will owe me money!

Get me Horace and Jasper!

[cackling]

Now the only reason I'm donating

these little guys to "Cruella Cares"

is that I know they'll be given
to deserving kids.

-[door opens, closes]
-[bell rings]

[air dryer whooshes]

[thumping]

[Cruella on P.A.]
Attention, Teddy Bear shoppers:

there's a special
on my new "Teddy de Vil,"

two for the price of three,
six for twelve,

twelve for the price of eight.
Just buy them!

[P.A. beeps]

[Cruella] Six minutes and 20 seconds

until you must get back to work.

Ooh, uh-oh, better grab a bite
before lunch break's over.

Ahh.

[tiptoeing]

Hmm.

-[grunts]
-[phone ringing]

[Anita] Okay, I'll be right there.

-[Cruella gasps]
-[phone ringing]

Hello? Roger!

You got the stuff?

Great.

No, no, no, I'm on my lunch break.
So it's my time, not Cruella's.

I'll pick up the other things after work.

I got to get back to my designs now
for you know what. Bye.

[kisses]

-[keys beep]
-[Anita chews]

[indiscernible dialog] Now. Now.

[P.A. beeps]

[woman on P.A.] Will Anita Dearly
come to the front desk immediately?

[P.A. beeps]

[woman on P.A.] Will Anita Dearly
pull chair from under desk,

then come to front desk?

[P.A. beeps]

[groans]

Ooh!

[clears throat] Get to work.

[door closes]

[puppies bark]

No really!
We heard Roger and Nanny talking.

What's going on with our pets?

Now, now, you pups just stay out of it.

-But, Dad!
-You'll find out soon enough.

-[door opens]
-[Perdita] Pongo.

Nanny needs you
back inside right away.

-[Pongo barks]
-[Lucky barks]

Ah-ah-ah, sorry, Lucky.

-No pups allowed.
-[Lucky whimpers]

Did you hear that?

They might as well be throwing confetti

and yelling bon voyage!

[cries]

[crying] I don't handle rejection well!

[chipper tone]
Although, I have revenge down pat.

-[elevator dings]
-[angry growl]

[Jasper and Horace grunt]

[groaning]

[scoffs] What are you two doing here?

H and J, high-tech employee
surveillance consultants at your service.

We got everything you need to spy.

-We've got night-vision goggles.
-Oh!

We've got state-of-the-art
hidden cameras.

The best money can buy.
We can even tap phones.

-[Jasper] Knock, knock.
-Enough!

I didn't call you
for high-tech surveillance.

I summoned you because I need

two mindless dimwits
to go through the trash.

-[grunting]
-[rummaging]

Not my trash, you idiots!

-[can crashes]
-Anita Dearly's.

[both] Oh!

We're in luck.
She's out of the office.

[clanging]

It's empty.

[cat yowls]

[both] Geronimo!

-[thudding]
-[both grunt]

[cat yowls]

[angry meows]

[groans]

-[clanking]
-Uh.

[both straining]

[both grunt]

[truck braking]

Here's something.

From the desk of Anita Dearly.

-[laughs]
-[truck driving]

Oh, ooh!

[both shouting]

[door beeps]

We've got it!

Ew.

Not that it. This it.

Ahh.

[reading] "10:00 AM,
Saturday in the barn"?

That must be when she's making
her presentation to Ralphie!

Follow her!

See where she goes,
who she meets,

what she says,

and how she could
turn on me this way!

You will be secretly wired
for sound and video.

-[both] Whoa!
-Now get out and get on the job!

[sighs]

Good, everything is in working order.

[snickering]

[Nanny]
So, uh, what did Cruella actually say?

[strains] Well, she wasn't there.

-[groans]
-[metal clanks]

Her assistant said she'd be thrilled

to receive so many
wonderful little creatures.

Cruella?

They're giving us to Cruella?

[Cruella on P.A.] At the tone,

you will have 15 hours,
53 minutes and 40 seconds

until tomorrow's workday begins.

[P.A. beeps]

[cat meows]

[cat yowls]

We've picked up the subject, Ms. de Vil.

[Jasper] And where ever she goes, we go.

[grunts, groans]

The subject appears to be selecting...

[Cruella] Wrapping paper, party streamers,

and noise makers.

Well, this fashion show
must have a birthday party theme.

Party hats with clowns!

How fresh! How frolicsome!

Memo to myself,
brilliant new idea for the fall line:

clown-wear!

[Ralphie] Yo', Anita!

What are you doing in these parts?

I didn't know Cruella
let you out at night.

-[laughs]
-[gasps, shivers]

[Jasper]
Anita's just made contact with Ralphie.

I knew it!

That proves she's been working
for that two-bit tailor!

[Cruella]
Don't let them out of your sight!

[both yelling]

So, anyway, I was just...

-[tires screech]
-[car honking]

[Cruella] What are they saying?

So tell me, Anita,
when are you going to leave that witch

and come work for me?

Oh, I can't do that to Cruella.

She gave me my start.

I gave her her start!

Anita must be trying to sell
Ralphie her new designs!

But if that traitor thinks she can pull
the Angora over my eyes,

she's in for an unpleasant surprise!

[crickets chirp]

I can't believe our pets
would give us to Cruella!

Maybe she sucked out their brains

or--or did a Vulcan mind-meld.

It happens!

Maybe we should
look at the bright side.

We're beginning
down the road less traveled,

the start of a brand-new life.

Sorry, I was just trying
to put a positive spin on doom.

Yeah, they're up there now,

probably planning to turn our barn

into an all-night yogurt stand.

I can't take this any more!

I got to see for myself.

[grunts]

[sewing machine rattles]

As long as you work
for the House of De Vil,

all your designs belong to me,

and I'm coming to claim my property!

As a member of this household,

I deserve to know what's going on.

How could they do this to us?

We're their puppies.

They're family.

How could Anita do this to me?

I'm her employer.
I'm practically family.

Who would have thought a surprise party
could be so much work?

But you know, the pups
have been with us 101 days now,

we've got to do something to celebrate!

[gasps] At last!

Anita's latest fashion designs
will be mine!

-[gasps]
-What we need is a nice cup of tea.

And I'll make sandwiches.

Keep sewing, Roger.

Will do.

[gasps] Oh!

-[Cruella strains]
-[Roger grunts]

[continues straining]

-[gasps]
-[grunting]

-[straining]
-[grunting]

[Lucky and Cruella grunt]

Hmm?

[groans]

[screams]

[screams]

[both scream]

Cruella! She was there with them!

Then it is true.

We're family valueless.

We better warn the other pups!

Right, then first thing tomorrow morning
we're out of here.

Cruella will never take us alive.

[crow squawking]

Scorchy, I have to sneak into

Anita's birthday-party themed
fashion show tomorrow,

and make such a ruin
of her presentation to Ralphie

that no one will
attempt such treachery

against the House of De Vil

ever again!

Fortunately, I have a plan.

[evil laughter]

[gasping]

[labored breathing]

Not so fast, puppies!

The others might not believe
Cruella's out to get us,

but I do, and I'm coming with you!

But no one wants to give you away.

Hey, you guys are my best buddies.

Wherever you go, I go.

-Hmph.
-What a pal!

Hey, if I'm really leaving Dearly farm,

I'd better go home and pack my things.

Meet us at the rock!

[Lucky] We're sailing away
to where Cruella can never find us.

What things could
a chicken possibly have?

Don't ask.

[Spot screams]

Stuff, stuff, got to get my stuff!

[Nanny] Oh, stretch
the streamers that way.

-Huh?
-I'll stack the puppies' presents here.

Oh, this'll be
the best surprise party ever!

Oh, wait till the pups
hear about this.

-[shouts]
-[barking]

[ship Captain] Even if we have to sail
around the world three times,

we're not coming back
without the great white whale!

Not a bark or a whimper
until we're out of sight of land.

I wonder where Spot is.

Oh, I hope they haven't left yet!

[panting]

-[engine fires]
-Well, Cadpig,

it's the start of a whole new life.

Lucky, I'm conflicted.

I can't tell if I'm suffering
from abandonment issues

or separation anxiety.

[rumbling]

-Or gas?
-[Captain] Raise the gangplank!

Look, it's Spot!

And head for the open sea!

[Rolly] Come on, Spot, go for it!

-No! No! No!
-[ship's horn blares]

[shouts]

[grunts]

[Captain sighs] Around the world
and back ain't what it used to be.

My pants!

[groggy groans]

Listen up, pups,

I've got great news!

[barking]

[puppies pant and yip]

Surprise!

Happy 101st birthday, everyone!

-[Anita] Uh, uh...
-[puppies bark]

[groaning]

[puppies gasp]

Oh, papa!

-Presents!
-[barking]

[sighs]

We've even got
something for the chicken.

[gasps]

[ringing]

[yipping]

Thanks for not giving us away, Mom.

Where did you get
an idea like that?

Don't ask.

c*ck-a-doodle-doo, look at me.

I'm a dalmatian too.

-[clown horn honks]
-Oh, ha ha ha!

-Yuck, yuck, yuck! Ha ha!
-Huh?

[gasps]

Here's a little bunny for you.

-[pops]
-Uh, a doggie.

-[pops]
-Uh, drat.

Here, have a worm. You too.

Now go fish!

Worms for everyone!

[pops]

This is worst clown I've ever seen.

No kidding.

Hmm, Ralphie St. Lowrent
still hasn't arrived?

And why are these wretched dogs

wearing Anita's clothing line?

Ah, no matter.

In two minutes,
it won't make any difference,

-Anita's fashion show...
-[cake ticking]

...will be over and out.

-[laughing]
-[puppies sniffing]

Touch the clown again

and we'll be serving
hot dogs for supper!

Something smells funny
about this clown.

-Duh, Lucky.
-No, I'll show you.

What's going on?

I'm flying!

[both] Who hired the clown?

[frightened moans]

-[Cruella screams]
-[farting noise]

Oomph!

[groans]

Cruella? That's why you
were in my office yesterday.

[gulps]

You were trying to find out
when the birthday party was

so you could help
make it a success.

Hmm? Uh, oh!

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

[laughs] It's not as if I...

I suspected you of moonlighting
for Ralphie St. Lowrent.

and came to sabotage
your new clothing line, or anything.

How could I ever work
for anyone else when you are

-so generous to us all?
-Hmm?

-[ticking]
-Ah, well, like I always say,

trust your employees.

-[buzzer rings]
-[gasps]

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

-[screams]
-[booms]

-[moaning]
-[barking]

[Cruella screams]

Happy 101st birthday.

[chuckles]

You mutts.

[theme music playing]