02x45 - Best of Show/Walk on the Wild Side

[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! ♪

[Cruella] No peeking!

I want this to be a complete surprise.

-[car door opens]
-And voila!

Huh?

-[all gasps]
-[barks]

Magnificent, are we not?

This heavenly creature is Vendella,

the latest addition
to the De Vil dynasty.

Congratulations, Cruella,
but since when did you...

like dogs?

Well, since Tres Chi-Chi magazine

announced it's doing a cover story

on the most stylish fashion designer
and dog combo.

A cover story!

For that kind of publicity,
I'd adopt a three-toed sloth.

Guys, why don't you show
your new friend around, huh?

Come on, we'll show you
around the place. Let's go!

Do you think that was wise?

She's never been with mutts before?

She's delicate. She has breeding,

which will become obvious
when she takes first prize

at the Grutely dog show.

[scoffs] What a dump!

Well, it's not fancy, you know,

but there's plenty of places to dig,

and there's a big tree house,
and lots of good smells.

-How nice for you.
-Since we're gonna be neighbors,

maybe you'd like to go
swimming with us sometime?

And ruin my hairdo? It is to laugh.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I really can't afford to be seen
with black and White Tr*sh.

[growls]

-[barking]
-[Cruella] That rabid runt

is antagonizing my Vendella.

Don't worry, precious.

You'll never have to see those
common gutter mongrels again.

Common gutter--

[sputters] We'll see about that!

You know, it just so happens
we're entering our pups

-in the dog show too!
-We are?

Well, you do that, Rotgut.

After all, every show
needs some comic relief.

A dog show?

[sighs]

-[crowd cheering]
-Bravo! Bravo!

[Spot squawks]

Yahoo!

Uh...

Welcome to Haute Dog Academy.

Now, if you'll follow me--

you too, chicken,

but remember you're here
as an observer--

that's the last time
I give a group rate.

[barking]

[Lucky] This is gonna be great!

This is where you train
to be a show dog.

-[barking]
-[Spot] It's like a dream.

Dalmatians?

[snooty laugh]

I thought this school
had standards.

[boys laughing]

-Standards, you get it?
-[laughs]

[Vendella lightly laughs]

[Vendella] These are those
filthy farm animals

I was telling you about.

Why don't we step outside
for a little conflict resolution?

-Hmm?
-We are outside.

Well then, no need to wait.

Guys, stop!

-We'll get in troub--
-[dogs gasp]

Puppies, enough play.

There's much to be learned today.

So let the training begin!

Knees apart, sit.

Now watch your posture. Sit!

Sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Sit!

And sit.

Sit.

And sit.

Sit.

-Sit.
-[screams]

[sniffs]

Well, at least you smell good.

[growling]

[laughing]

That's it.

Maybe it's time you snobs
learned to play dead!

-[growling, barking]
-Stop! Sit!

Stay! Heel!

[screams]

Classed dismissed, permanently!

I've never seen Roger so mad.

I guess getting thrown out
of school wasn't too bright.

[sighs] Without training,
we'll never beat Vendella.

We might as well quit.

You can't quit.
It's the ultimate honor a dog can achieve,

but, uh, I'm a chicken,

so you guys are as close
as I can get to this.

Hmm, hey, I'll coach you.

[Cruella] I don't believe it!

Those mongrels are acting
like pedigree show dogs!

I won't have them spoiling my plans.

Jasper, Horace!

You're going
to the Grutely dog show.

But Horace isn't housebroken yet.

Aww, I prefer to say
that I am bladder challenged.

[announcer] Leading off
the first discipline,

the show walk, Vendella De Vil.

Now remember everything I taught you.

When the judges ask you to speak,
speak out!

-[barks]
-That's the spirit, Lucky,

but be a little more positive.

Let your personality
shine through.

And above all, remember
we're all in this together.

Right, guys?

Guys? Guys?

Guys! Where'd you go?

Good girl, now sit.

Beg.

Roll over.

-Now speak.
-[scoffs, barks]

Now, girl, fetch!

[crowd applauds, cheers]

A near perfect routine.

What do you mean near perfect?

Roger, where are the pups?

[Anita] It's almost their turn.

-[growling]
-Hurry up, Horace.

They're tussling like wildcats.

There you go.

You'll all stay locked up
till the doggy show is over.

And don't piddle.

We're still making payments
on this van.

[both laugh]

[whimpering]

So where are
your dogs, Roquefort?

Afraid to face my Vendella?

-[Spot screams]
-Hey, there's Spot.

-[pants]
-Where're the pups?

It's almost time
for them to perform.

[Lucky] Help! We're locked in!

-[Cadpig barking]
-[Lucky] Help!

Mr. Dearly, if your puppies aren't here,

we'll have to disqualify them.

I-I-if you give me
just a few more minutes,

I'm sure they'll show up.

I'm sorry.

No, wait!

Do the rules specifically say
that the contestant has to be a dog?

Dog? [scoffs]

But of course it does. Doesn't it?

I'm not sure.
It's never come up before.

Then we want to make
a substitute entry.

A chicken in a dog show?

That's crazy.

This is Spot.

True, she may not look like a dog.

She hasn't got a wet nose
or a waggy tail,

but just look at her.

She's bright. She's friendly.

She's obedient and she's loyal.

She's about the most
faithful friend anyone can have.

We got to figure
a way out of here.

How about hitting
some of these buttons?

Sounds like a plan to me.

[groaning]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Now it looks like
we're getting somewhere.

-[engine whirs]
-Whoa!

[groaning, grunts]

When will people learn...

That cooping up dogs
is inhumane...

Not to mention ill*gal.

[judge] Now a substitute entry
from Dearly farm,

-Spot.
-[crowd mutters]

Huh?

Where have you been?

I had to send Spot in for you.

[barking]

[happy barking]

Good girl. Now sit.

Now, Spot, beg.

[cries]

-Oh.
-[blows]

-[Anita cries]
-Isn't that the most touching thing

you have ever seen?

There's nothing quite so moving
as a blubbering entree.

Now, girl, fetch.

[crowd cheers, applauds]

What a fetch! What a performance!

[judge] What a dog!

-Yay!
-Yeah!

You won first prize, Spot.

It's a classic example
of hard work paying off.

Nah, I just think
the best dog won.

My dream come true!

Memo to myself: next time,
remember to bribe the judges.

[giggles]

[puppies barking]

[yawns]

[humming]

[groans]

Whew, all this aimless walking
really takes it out of you.

I am dying for a snack.

Hey, hey, sucker alert.

Ooh, I've been
waiting for this all day.

Be cool. He's almost in position.

[sniffing]

[sighs]

I wish I had a soup bone
or-- or a corn fritter

or even a teeny tiny piece of kib...

[sniffing]

Oh, papa!

[inhales deeply]

Huh?

Again.

[laughs]

Okay, okay, reel him in.

[grunts]

[laughter]

Ha ha ha, very funny.

Help him up, Whiz.

-[buzzes]
-[screams]

[laughter]

Oh, you guys are a laugh riot.

Only kidding, Rolly.

No hard feelings.

Thank you very much.

[honking]

[laughing]

So they got you with
the kibble on a string gag, huh?

The oldest trick in the book.

[both laughing]

Why don't you just say it?

Rolly, you're the world's
biggest dope.

Look, you trust folks.

That doesn't make you a dope.

It makes you a nice guy.

Well, I've had it
with being a nice guy!

What good is being a nice guy

if people think
you're a bone head

or a sucker, or--

Chump? Sap? Stooge? Patsy?

I got a thesaurus for Christmas.

Okay, maybe you are a sucker,

but we like you that way.

Yeah, and you're
in good company.

After all, there's a sucker
born every minute.

Dang!

Where am I gonna find
a sucker with an innocent face

that's gullible enough
to work for peanuts?

Oh! Rackin frackin indelible ink!

Of course I don't think
you're a sucker.

You're just an honest, forthright,
moral citizen, see?

Now, Mooch and his bunch
is another matter.

Well, I'd like to give 'em
a taste of their own medicine.

Son, you've come to the right rat.

[both snickering]

[snores]

[grunting]

Excuse me, sonny,
but could you direct me

to Hiccup Hole?

Oh, um, sure.

Um, first you head
down to that silo there,

-and then--
-[Rolly cooing]

-[cooing]
-Ooh, a wittle baby.

Oobie doobie gah.

Itty bitty baby.

-[baby talk continues]
-Genuine silver.

Say dada.

Hey, don't I know him?

Thanks so much. Go!

No prob-- Ah! [groans]

[gasps] Where'd my new collar go?

Man, that was great!

[laughing]

You ain't seen nothing yet.

-Huh?
-Hey, man!

Find the kibble.

It's easy as one, two, three, man.

Can I try, mister?

Wake up, bubble butt, it's rigged.

-There's no way that you can--
-Why, I won!

I won! I won!

Whoopie!

Hey, let's play again.

[grunts]

My turn.

I'll bet one chew toy.

Eeny meeny miny moe!

[screams]

[both] Sucker.

Hey!

Well, kid, you sheered them stooges
like spring lambs.

You are a natural born con-man.

-[chuckles]
-I love it.

In fact, I got a few ideas of my own.

Gosh, you got
a real cute baby, lady.

[cooing]

[high-pitched] Why thank you
kind bunny, sir.

Oh, I just love babies.

Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo.
[laughs]

Reminds me of my own little ones.

Anyways, turn left at the stump
and you'll come to Hiccup Hole. Bye now.

[high pitched] Thank you.

See you later.

Sucker!

[chuckles]

Ooh, I've been thinking, Swamps.

We got to branch out.

I mean, why stop
at collars and carrots?

Why not go for the big prizes?

Like pot roasts!

Yeah!

You are greedy, kid! I like that.

Of course, if we're gonna expand,

I want to be an equal partner.

What are you talking about?

Well, son, if I'm doing
half the work,

I should get half the profits.

Tell you what, I'm gonna give you
a chance at the big time.

There is a new mark
coming in tonight

from my top secret gambling party.

His name's Mr. Big.

Help me pull this one off,
and I'll make you my partner.

No more mister trusting.

No more mister gullible.

As of today, I am Ruthless Rolly,
king of the scams.

[crying]

What do you mean
you lost our food?

I got to talking
to this dog in a housecoat and...

Frank, do you know what this means?

Not only are we gonna go hungry,
the kids are gonna starve too.

We're hungry. We're hungry.

[bunnies] We're hungry!

Oh no.

What have I done?

It sounds to me
like you've starved a family

of painfully cute bunnies.

What got into you, Rolly?

I don't know.

I guess I just--

I wanted to get back at Mooch
and his g*ng

and I kind of got carried away.

I forgot how bad it feels
when folks cheat you.

There's only one thing to do.

Give the stuff back?

Have you gone barn wacky?

I don't give nothing back, nothing!

I figured you knew that,
little chubby puppy!

Everything is riding on tonight.

Now, what's it gonna be?
Are you in or out?

In or out? Come on.

-You're late.
-[muttering]

He's already here. Come on.

It's simple. This wheel is fixed.

There's a keyboard under that table.

Now whatever number
Mr. Big calls out,

you hit another number.

Just remember don't let him win.

Well, Mr. Big, let's get a-going.

Round and round she goes,

and where she stops,
nobody knows.

[deep voice] Twenty cents.

Achoo!

[growls]

[sniffs]

Step up and place your bets.

Uh, 22.

[coughing]

Ahh!

[coughing]

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, I got this cold, and I...

Now, if you're thinking
about conning me,

think again 'cause if I lose,

you're gonna have something
a whole lot worse than a cold!

Last spin, last win.

The whole shebang on 13.

Oh.

Whoa! Ha ha!
Oh, now, ain't that a shame.

Sometimes lady luck
just don't feel like smiling.

You! I saw that paw move, pup!

-[gasps]
-This game is rigged!

[growls, barks]

Look, we got to save Rolly.

[barking]

-Take that!
-[whimpering, growling]

-Save yourself, rat!
-But my winnings!

Leave 'em! They're crazy
when they get like this!

[screams]

Yeah, I told you my plan would work.

[deep voice] And it did.

This was the only way
we'd ever get back

everybody's loot.

Thanks to me!

Okay, you're gonna give
this stuff back to the dogs.

And the food back to the rabbits,

and then it's the straight
and narrow, right?

Uh, okay.

See, all's well that ends well.

I just have one question.

What happened
to the real Mr. Big?

[burps]

[laughing]

[theme music plays]