02x36 - Cupid Pups

[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 ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ Them doggone dogs are fun ♪

♪ 1-0-1 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

-♪ 1-0-1 ♪
-♪ Through thick, thin, push and pull ♪

♪ It's 1-0-1 oh wonderful! ♪

♪ Just tons of fun ♪

♪ 101 Dalmatians! ♪

[groovy music playing]

[Anita]
Hold still just a little longer, dear.

[groans]

Anita! Stop everything!

-Huh?
-[Cruella] You must design me

the most elegant gown ever created.

And don't spare the chic.

It's for my wedding.

[gasps]
Cruella, you're getting married?

-Who's the lucky--
-Victim.

None other than Baron Efrem
Von Schnickerdoodle,

the owner of the largest
schnitzel conglomerate in the world.

Once married, I will acquire
the Baron's limitless fortune,

his noble title,

his social status,

and move into his fabulous castle
on the Rhine.

That's... just... wonderful.

When did he propose?

As soon as we meet.

Which will be tomorrow at the Tally-h*
Club's Annual Foxhunt and Brunch.

But, Cruella, you're not a member
of the Tally-h* Club.

Oh, a trifle.
I joined moments ago and demanded...

uh, offered to host
the foxhunt at Villa de Vil.

Oh, I'm amazed at how gracious
I can be sometimes.

-Oh!
-Ugh.

Oh, one more thing.

My cook quit again this morning.

I'd like to borrow Ninny
to prepare the brunch.

That's Nanny.

No one cares, dear.

Feed her lots of fiber.

[scoffs]

[munching]

Hey, look at that.

[Lucky] Something's going on at Cruella's.

Come on, you guys. Let's check it out.

[barking]

[classical music playing]

[Cruella] Oh, do hurry up.

The guests will be arriving any minute.

Horace, Jasper, are the animals ready?

Yes, ma'am.
We rented the fastest riding horses.

Oh! Hey!

[barking]

Not to mention the finest hunting dogs
and the bestest fox in the county.

Oh, excellent.

I want everything to be perfect

when my future husband,
Baron Von Schnickerdoodle arrives.

Hey, hear that?

If Cruella marries that Baron guy,
maybe she'll move away for good.

[horn honking]

Ah! The Tally-h* Club.

[tires screeching]

Welcome, Ms. Linkmeyer.

Oh, Mr. Mayor.

Somebody ought to tell these people
to loosen up. Huh, Rollly?

-[Spot] Uh-oh.
-[all gasp]

Rampaging Rolly-dozer at three o'clock.

[Lucky] Man, his stomach's
gonna get us all in trouble.

Whoa, papa!

[slurps, belches]

Uh-oh.

Oh, look. A cheeseball, my favorite.

[moaning]

Mm, Gruyère, I do believe.

With just a hint of... flea dip.

[trumpet playing]

He's arrived!

Welcome, Baron Von Schnickerdoodle.

Can I get you anything?

A drink? Hors d'oeuvres?

Oxygen?

Memo to myself:
Make this a short engagement.

Ah, I see you've all met my valet, Jeeves.

Oh, his valet!

Baron Von Schnickerdoodle!
I've heard so much about you.

I'm Cruella de Vil,
of the Grutely de Vils.

Yes. Well, I'm honored to be here,
Fraulein de Vil.

You know, I met my last three wives
on foxhunts.

Oh, really? I hadn't heard.

Note to myself: Book the church
and have the minister on standby.

[all chattering]

They're coming back. Everybody hide.

[grunts]

Now, I'd like to keep
on a tight schedule today, everyone.

First some tea, then a ten kilometer run,

more tea, a hearty meal,

followed by rigorous exercise.

Oh, yes. Exercise.

And tea.

And then, the foxhunt.

It'll be a gas.

[groaning]

Ooh, pardon me.

[Von] Must've been that schnitzel
I had for breakfast.

Care for a blueberry muffin?

Mm! These are wunderbar.

Why, thank you.

I stayed up all night
baking my fingers to the bone.

[scoffs]

[horn honks]

[sensual music playing]

Oh, no. Not Angelica.

My, what a fine, strapping Fraulein.

Cruella, dear, I don't know
how you could have forgotten

to send me, the president of the club,
an invitation to your little party here.

[chuckles]
Oh. Silly me.

I thought you'd be too busy
having your chins lifted.

Oh, you must be Baron Von Schnickerdoodle.

I'm Miss Angelica.

Marvelous!

Angelica, dear,

why don't you come back
when you can't stay?

[laughs]
Cruella,

Shouldn't you be getting back
to the wax works?

[thuds]

That's saying a lot,

coming from a silicone squeak toy.

Oh, I just love a brisk run
before a foxhunt, don't you?

[wheezing]
Yes.

[panting]
That was most invigorating.

Well, time to rest.

But we've only run out the door.

You mean, there's more?

Oh, darn, I just remembered
I'm getting my gums scraped today.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Baron, darling.

Ready for our run?

That's what I like,
a Fraulein who can keep up with me.

Oh, what am I thinking?

I had my gums scraped yesterday.

Ready, Baron?

Marvelous!

Last one to the old bridge
is a stinky schnauzer.

[panting]

She'll never make it.

[Spot] Cruella's in terrible shape.

We gotta make sure
she gets to that bridge.

Oh, Baron, this is so much fun.

Right, Cruella?

[panting]
Yes.

Fun. Somebody, please, sh**t me.

[panting]
Come on, we gotta keep up with them.

I told you she was out of shape.

Phew, and now she doesn't smell
too good, either.

Everybody, grab hold.

I know a shortcut through the woods.

[barking]

Okay, bring her out.

Hello! We can't just leave her like this.

Well, let's prop her up.

[gasping]

Huh?

What in the world?

Bravo, Cruella.

That's what I really like,

a Fraulein who's one step ahead of me.

[chuckles]

I don't remember seeing you pass us
on the road, Cruella, dear.

I guess at your age, your eyes aren't
what they used to be, Angelica, dear.

Well, time to head back.
I've got a tight schedule today.

Hut, hut, hut.
[speaks in foreign language]

Nanny, this boiled radish
and pickle sauce is superb.

I like a Fraulein who knows her way
around the radish.

[crunches]
Mm.

Nipsy, why don't you go curdle
a carrot or something?

Here, Baron, have a bitesy-whitesy?

Ah...
[gasps]

[speaks foreign language]

You can eat later, Baron, darling.

Let's talk horses.

Oofsa.

Talk is cheap and so is Angelica.

Strudel?

Ooh.

[groaning]

Oh, I think this is uncalled for,
don't you?

This is bad.

Quick, follow me.

[Cruella] Oh! Oh!

[groaning]
Oh!

[mellow music playing]

What fun, Cruella!

[humming]

[growls]

[Nanny humming]

Huh?

I'll take that
to Baron Von Schnickerdoodle.

[giggles]

Cruella, dear, you seem a little pressed.

Allow me.

We gotta do something!

Hey.

Let's keep Angelica on a roll.
One, two, three!

[gasps, screams]

[screams]

[Angelica] Oh, my new dental work.

♪ Row, row, row das boat ♪

♪ Gently down ze Rhine ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is just a... ♪

Yoo-hoo, Schnicky-Wicky.

I've brought your tea and crumpets.

Danke schoen, Fraulein.

I'm so looking forward to today's hunt.

There's something about a Fraulein
who can catch a fox, yeah?

My favorite pastime.

Just hand me a rod and reel
and let me at him.

Hmm.
I'm afraid she's gonna need major help.

This calls for some atmosphere.

Rolly, hit the blinds.

Prepare for liftoff.

[hissing]

Phew.

-Ah, what is--
-What in the world?

[jazz music blaring]

[soft music playing]

Ah, amor.

[sniffing]

Ah, crumpets!

Highly unusual.

[panting]

Oh, doodle-strudel,

your touch is enchanting.

[smooches]

What a kisser.

Ugh, now I'm gonna need all new shots.

[gasps]

You can't get rid of me that easily.

Ha! You're too late.

We've kissed and it was magic.

It may have tasted like kibble,
but it was still magic.

Look, sister,
it ain't over till it's over.

Give it up, Angelica.

I'll be married right after the foxhunt.

Oh, really?

And with what are you planning to hunt?

[Cruella gasps]
No!

Oops. Your fox and hounds are gone.

Tsk-tsk-tsk. Aw.

[growls]

Oh. Nobody said this is gonna be easy.

[Cadpig] This is a state of emergency.

We need everyone to come with us
and help Cruella.

Oh, whoa, whoa.
Hold it right there, honey.

Did you say, "help Cruella"?

It's not what you think.

If we work together, we can get rid
of Cruella once and for all.

Hm.

I have to think about that one.

Well, if there's not going to be a hunt,

I might as well be skedaddling.

I quite agree, Baron.

You know, I just happen to have
a stable full of horses

and hounds back at my place.

Horses and hounds? Sounds like a plan.

No!

Oh, don't beg, Cruella, dear.

You're embarrassing yourself.

-[gasps]
-[moos]

What is the meaning of this?

Why, what a wonderful idea.

A foxhunt on livestock.

What? Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

My little surprise.

Cruella, darling,
I think you've forgotten something.

What are we supposed to be chasing?

Oh, uh...

[Cruella] Oh...

Huh? What?

[trumpet plays]

Get that chicken!

[squawks]

[speaking foreign language]

[barking]

Why? Why is it always the chicken?

[screams]

Oh.

[screaming]

She's got to be around here someplace.

[squawking]

I think we found Spot.

-[crashing]
-[Spot] I don't want to go!

Ah!

Look, Spot, all you have to do
is let Cruella catch you.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Why don't I just play on the highway, too,
while I'm at it.

Come on, you won't get hurt.

And think of the noble deed
you'll be doing for everyone on the farm.

[Cadpig]
You'll be the one who got rid of Cruella.

A hero, a poultry legend.

[groans]
Oh, all right.

Here she comes.

Okay, Spot, just hold still.

Slow down, you bloated farmy thing.

Tally-h*!

[gasps]

Hey, go back, you stupid cow!
There's the chicken!

Yeah, could I get one with mustard?

This jacket's too tight.

Don't worry, you're looking good.

Think positive.

You can be caught.

Solid.

Stop it with the bouncing and the running
and the bouncing.

Aha! I've got that chicken now.

[screams]

Oh, no. Angelica's gonna get her.

Ah, just stop!

[screams]

Oh, dear.

-[moos]
-[thuds]

Phew.

Get that feathered beast.
Schnell, schnell, schnell!

Am I being punished for something?

Get back here!

Don't you order me around, you old bat.

Who are you calling old, you fossil face?

I'm a fossil face?

[coughs]

No one's going to win this hunt but me!

Then you'll have to do it
without a cow to ride.

Get going, you mangy mammal.

[shouting]

[Angelica] Oh, I smeared my lipstick.

Poultry off the port bow, charge!

[Cruella] Here, chick, chick.

Oh, where is that blasted chicken?

Time for a new strategy. Run!

[laughs]
I caught the chicken.

Tally-h*! Whoa!

Patooey! Wunderbar foxhunt.

Ooh.

There, there. Have some more broth, hm?

You had a nasty fall.

Schnicky-wicky,
I was so worried about you.

And you, too, Angelica.

[machine beeping]

Here's some bricks for your new patio.

[muffled shouting]

[thuds]

[clears throat]

As you've probably heard,

I'm the one who caught the fox.

Uh, the chicken. And don't worry, dearest,

the chaplain's on his way.

Actually, you've given me an idea.

All right!

I'd like Nanny
to be my Frau Schnickerdoodle.

What?

[all gasp]

When I tasted your boiled radish
and pickle sauce,

I knew you were the Fraulein for me.

Oh, that's very kind.

But I just can't.

No, someone has to take care of Roger
and Anita and all those puppies.

Oh, well, maybe it's all for the best.

Could you boil me some radishes to go?

Nobody kisses Cruella
and stays a bachelor!

[grunts]

I can't believe I actually kissed her.

I'll never get that taste off my lips.
The horror!

The horror!

Say, have you seen Spot?

[man] Tally-h*!

[Spot] Go away! Ah! Leave me alone!

Who wants to chase a chicken?

There's hardly any white meat
on me anyways!

Bawk! I've got salmonella!

[theme music playing]