02x31 - Snow Bounders/Gnaw or Never

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Ah, this is gonna be a great
snow-camping trip, Pongo.

Ugh! They're going camping!

Yep, just you and me,
manly men,

asserting ourselves
against Mother Nature.

-[wind howles]
-Oh!

Can we go, Dad?

Please!

Sorry, Lucky,
this trip is for dogly dogs,

not puply pups.

You haven't developed the proper skills
to survive in the wild.

Well, at least you tried.

Hey, I'm just getting started!

We sneak along,
prove we can survive in the wild,

and boom!
We're big enough to go camping.

I admire your proactive spirit, Lucky.

But if this goes wrong,
you're taking the fall.

Ha-ha-ha!

Here we are, Pongo.

Surrounded by nature's tranquility.

Out of life's fast lane.

[car squeaks]

Hey, that looked like...
Could that be...?

Nah, impossible.

Perfect!

This is just the backdrop I need

for my new line of mail-order
Mountain Fashions.

Oh, just look
at the beautiful scenery!

Horace: C-c-can't.

My eyes need defrosting.

[teeth chatter]

Quit lying down on the job
and unpack the gear!

Uggh!

[tremble]

C-could we have the front seat
on the way back, maybe?

What? And let this freezing weather

chap the leather trim?

What kind of monster are you?!

Ah! There.

Now what say we rustle up
a manly lunch, eh, Pongo?

[ruffs]

I'll get the salad spinner.

Hey, do you remember
where I put that thing?

Ahh! Here it is.

Aah! Whoa!

Jeez!

-Aaaah!
-[squawks]

-Banzai!
-[laughs]

[groans]

Oooh!

What survival skill do we try first?

Oh, we can survive later.

Right now let's have some fun.

Hey, wait for me!

Ready on the set, Miss De Vil.

My polar poncho
should be a hot seller.

The complete ensemble comes
with nuclear-powered footwear...

[buzz]

...electric blanket coat...

and a solar bun warmer.

[clang]

Hey, who wants to go sledding?

Not me.

Waaaah!

Whoa!

Hey, I'm not seein' nothin'.

Let me look.

-Whoa!
-[bells jingle]

[screams]

[all] Aaaaah!

You left the lens cap on, doofus.

[Horace] Hey, where's the boss?

Aaaaaah!

Why, you photo saboteurs!

Aaaaah!

Whoaaaa!

Get me out of here,
you croutons!

[echoing] ...croutons...

...croutons...

She's over there.

No, she's over there.

She's everywhere! Hold me!

Where are those lug nuts?

And why isn't this thing heating?

I hope those overpaid urchins
made my tent right.

[squeals]

Ah, the House of De Vil
Terra Tent.

For those who rough it in style.

[gasps] Where's the east wing?

That's where the hot tub is.

Oh, I'll have to blow it up myself.

[inhales]

[blows]

[gasps]

Do you think she's all right?

Oh, if anyone can scare off
the angel of death,

it's Cruella.

Maybe if we help her
blow up the tent,

she'll let us inside.

[winds]

[inhales]

[expl*si*n]

Oh! [gasps]

Get away from it,
you mongrels.

-You'll puncture it with your claws.
-[squeal]

I'll send up a quick flare signal
before I soak in the tub.

This should get the attention
of those nitwits.

We needed the carrot
for the nose.

Hey, Jasper, look!

Fireworks!

Aha! Pretty!

[growls]

Uh-oh.

Someone's in trouble, Pongo.

Our wieners will have to wait.

Ugggh!

Oh!

-Oooh!
-Ahhh!

[teeth chatter]

It feels like a blizzard's coming.

My g-giblets are freezing.

I've got to find shelter. But how?

Hmm.

[straining]

Mush, you mutts!

Salvation!

I'm not in the mood.

[clang, thud, thwack!]

[whimpers]

Ahh, if I only had a fire,

this place wouldn't be too abysmal.

-[dripping]
-Where's my lighter?

In my purse! Where's my purse?!

[gasps] She dropped it
back where we fell.

Let's go get it.

Are you nuts?

In this gizzard-freezing blizzard?

I'm staying here.

We've got to work together
to get through this.

He's right.
We've got to prioritize.

Survive now,

bury him in blame later.

[grunts]

[puppies yip]

My purse!

Give it to me, you purse snatchers!

If I survive this, I'll press charges.

[puppies whimper]

Oh, all right,
but stay on your side of the fire.

I don't want you absorbing
any heat from my side.

[birds sing]

[snoring]

[sniffing]

[snoring]

You hear that, Pongo?

[snoring continues]

[snore]

Cruella? What are you doing here?

Oh, uh... Saving your dogs!

I kept them alive
with my body heat.

You owe me!

Lucky, what are you doing here?

Uh, surviving.

Yeah, I told you
we could do it.

We all worked together
and survived the blizzard.

You also disobeyed me.

You're all grounded for a week.

Awww!

That's cruel and unusual.

Oh, you'll survive it
if you work together.

Now, where are
those ex-employees of mine?

S-sure is a slow fireworks show.

Yeah, when's the grand finale?

Aaaaah!

[Rolly] Oh, my stomach.

Growling.

Blood sugar low.

Starvation near.

Ohhh...

Hey, what gives?

I'm famished, and you bring me
stinky footwear?

Puh-lease!

It's the perfect snack.

Did you want some dipping sauce?

Ptooey! I never chew shoes.

I'm a gourmette,
a kibble connoisseur, don't ya know.

My taste buds are, oh, so refined.

[stomach growls]

Come on, let's go rummage
through the garbage can for scraps.

Whoa!

Anita!

Come give me a hand
with these designs.

Oh, of all the filthy nuisances.

Uggh! Ugh-ugh! Ugh-ugh!

Ohh! Oh.

[snorts]

Come on, help me pull
this thing loose.

I thought you were too much
the "gourmette" to chew shoes.

I'm not gonna chew it,
I'm gonna fetch it to Cruella.

Maybe my good deed
will earn me a handout.

Yes, and maybe the tooth fairy

will fly away to Lollipop Land

and get a cavity.

[laugh]

Italian leather.

What a soft sock!
It's so supple.

[Roger] Rolly?

Rolly?

Rolly!

Oh, no, tell me
that isn't Cruella's boot!

[snarls]

Rolly, let... Come on, let go!

Cruella's gonna have a fit
when she sees this.

Rolly, what got into you?

More... Gotta have more!

I wasn't aware
you also kept alligators as pets.

I'm just so sorry, Cruella.

We'll pay to have it
replaced, of course.

These boots are...

were designer exclusives!

Ha ha! I doubt you can afford...

-[growl]
-Aaaaah!

[snarls]

Whoaaaa!

Rolly!

Oww! Ohh! Aaah!

[gasp]

[Rolly yips]

[Cruella] Ohhhh!

[sighs]

[Cruella] Stop that beast!

Rolly, come back with that!

I always knew
those curs were out to k*ll me.

Well, you could call them sandals.

[Rolly snarls]

Oh, Rolly!

I'll go get the checkbook.

[Cruella] You should have seen
Roger's face

when he wrote the check.

He almost swooned!

[snickers]

I do believe the cost of my boots

wiped out
the Dearlys' checking account!

Just one pair! [chuckles]

Imagine if the Dearlys
had to replace my entire collection.

Well, they'd be driven
to the poor house!


-That's it!
-[gnarls]

If I could lure that
shoe-bespotted pup here,

he would chew every shoe!

The Dearlys
could never pay me back!

They'd have to give me
their farm!

Shoes... Must have more shoes.

But, Rolly, we just ate
ten minutes ago.

You had three helpings.

I'm not hungry for kibble.
I want shoes.

Expensive shoes, Cruella shoes.
[giggles]

Man, you are hooked.

Obsession is an ugly thing, Rolly.

But I--

Shh! I'm watching TV!

Ah, you guys
just don't understand.

The subtlety of a suede.

The tease of the T-strap.

The patina of patent leather!

Ohhh, papa!

[Lucky] Shh!

Huh?

[Rolly pants]

[snickers]

-[Rolly breathes heavily]
-[owl hoots]

Hey, where did Rolly go?

Uh-oh, we should have
watched him closer.

Face it, he's got a fetish
for footwear.

We'd better find him.

[wolves howl]

[pants]

Huh?

Aaaah!

Hababababa...

[Cruella] Impressed?

Huh?

Oh, well, you should be.

We seem to share a taste
for exquisite shoes.

Imagine, in that way
we're just alike!

[laughs]

Now, be a good little shoe fiend.

I want you to chew your masters
out of farm and home

and into the poor house!

[puppies yip]

Why, look, your little friends
have come to help.

Fine, fine.

You can all chew yourselves silly.

As long as all the shoes
are ruined by morning.

[diabolical laughter]

We're locked in!

Rolly, what have you
gotten us into this time?

Who cares?

It's chew time!

Down, boy!

Nobody's chewing anything.

You heard Cruella,
she wants us to ruin her shoes!

[sighs] Don't you get it?

It's yet another subtle variation

on her recurring theme
to steal the farm!

Then can I just chew one?

No!

Once you start chewing,
you'll never be able to stop!

You have to be strong!

But I don't know
if I can be strong.

And I don't know if I want to.

You can do it, Rolly.

Your friends are here
to lend you emotional support.

And to truss you up
like a holiday turkey!

Grab him!

[Lucky] Got you, leather lover!

[struggles, glass breaks]

He's good.

You gotta admit, he's good.

Do you not understand?

Nothing is gonna come between me
and them shoes.

I've gotta chew!

Yah! The only question is,

which of you tasty little treats
do I start with?

[laughs]

Don't do it, Rolly!
Think of your future!

If you keep chewing,
you'll end up on the streets.

You'll be forced
to perform tawdry tricks

to feed your need to gnaw!

[trumpet playing]

[Cadpig] But, by this time,

the ravages
of compulsive chewing

will have taken
their inevitable toll.

Whew!

That's the most depressing thing
I ever heard.

Yet, nothing cures depression
like a good chew.

Stop!

If you have to chew something...

chew on me!

Go on! Chew on me!

I know you guys
are trying to help,

but don't you see?
You can't help me.

I have to have shoes!

One of these, and two of these,
and these and these and these!

And these, these, these!

Ooh, thigh-highs.

[maniacal laughter]

I don't care about my home,
I gotta chew!

Then think about your friends.

I don't care about my friends!

All I care about
is rich Corinthian leather!

Then think about this!

Cruella was right,
you two are just alike.

She's right, you know.

Selfish, greedy, grasping,
thinking only of yourself.

You and I, we're just alike.

[laughs]

No...

No, we're not.

[sniffs] Oh!

What's this?

Those cursed curs have escaped!

They got out through
the skylight.

And look,
nothing's been chewed!

Not so much as a nibble.

Oooh!

[moans]

Ahhh!

[Cruella] Scorch!

What are you looking at?

You wouldn't dare!

[Scorch snickers]

[Cruella] Oh, no, no!
Not my espadrilles!

No! No! Aaaah!

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