02x49 - Dog Food Day Afternoon/Spot's Fairy God-Chicken

[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! ♪

[barking]

[dinner bell ringing]

[Rolly whining]

Oooh!

[groans]

[thud]

Uhh!

And what did our horoscope
say this morning, Rolly,

that it's a good day to be rude?

Shh! Hear that magic sound?

[dinner bell ringing]

Sweet, nourishing kibble!

Whoa!

[spitting]

What is this?

Possibly your head
after I get done with it.

[spitting]

This kibble has
a harsh cedar aftertaste.

Hey, where is the gravy?

Stop eating!

Our Krunchies have been defiled!

Come on, Rolly!

Let's just eat.
We wanna go to Grutely Days.

[dogs] Yeah, come on!
Yeah, come on!

No, no, no, don't you see?

They've changed the recipe.

It's the difference between
Van Gogh and paint-by-numbers.

Look what I found. Ehh!

Huh?

[sniffing]

Wide, skinny, wide, wide, skinny,

wide, skinny, wide, wide,
skinny, skinny, wide, skinny.

Hey! The barcode says these were
manufactured in Grutely.

Wait a minute.

There's never been
a factory in Grutely.

They opened up the new
Kanine Krunchies plant

without me knowing about it?

They, uh, have to clear things with you?

I think we need to make
a trip to Grutely.

[barking]

[machinery whirring]

That's weird.

Why would they have
a wood chipper in a dog food plant?

[gasps]

[Rolly]
That's why the kibble tastes like wood!

They're using sawdust as filler.

And they're replacing the rich,
tasty gravy powder with chalk!

Who could be responsible
for such atrocities?

[Cruella] You're fired!

Why do we bother to ask?

[Cruella]
As the new owner of Kanine Krunchies,

I guarantee that I will get this company
out of the financial doghouse.

And I'll start by changing
the name to Cruella Crunchies!

We should have known Cruella was
behind this kibble conspiracy.

Next we're going to improve

the public image of Cruella Crunchies
by sponsoring Grutely Days Picnic.

Plus, our new theme song,
which I wrote,

will soon drone through the heads

of every man, woman,
and child on Earth.

[music playing]

♪ The bowl is empty
Your dog is whining ♪

♪ It's for kibble he is pining ♪

♪ The answer
To your puppy's munchies ♪

♪ Spend a lot of money
On Cruella Crunchies! ♪

Just wait until you see
the music video.

And finally, we're going to cut costs.

[knuckles crack]

Memo to myself:

Replace sawdust
in the dog food with dirt.

It's even cheaper.

But, Miss De Vil, aren't
you concerned about nutrition?

Oh, who cares? They're dogs!

And their owners are too stupid
to know the difference.

-[snarling]
-Now, let's get over to Grutely Days

and make Cruella Crunchies
a household word.

It's about image, people, image!

[groaning]

I always try to be supportive, but...

get off me now!

Now we got evidence!

Yeah, but what can we do with it?

We'll blow the lid off
Cruella's whole scam.

If we can get this tape
to Roger and Anita,

they'll play it for the authorities.

B-b-but they're
with everybody else,

at Grutely Days!

[band playing, children laughing]

Remember to buy
Cruella Crunchies for your dog.

And if you don't have a dog,

get one free with the purchase
of five bags of Crunchies.

[Cruella] What?

Horace! Jasper!

Those filthy mongrels have
somehow gotten my tape recorder.

Get it back!

Any sign of Roger and Anita?

Not yet.

Uh-oh. We've got company.

[Rolly] They're after us! Run!

Oh! Give me my recorder,
you overstuffed annoyance!

[crowd] Hey!

[Jasper] Hmm.

Huh?

Yaaaah!

[crowd screaming]

[crash]

[ding]

[Rolly panting]

Uh-oh!

[teeth chattering]

[Rolly screams]

[both] Nooooo!

Wahoo!

Whooo!

Whoa!

[gasps]

Whoaaaaa!

We got it, we got it!

We outsmarted the puppy.

As Mayor, I'd like to welcome
everyone to Grutely Days,

sponsored this year
by the new, improved,

and renamed Cruella Crunchies.

Miss De Vil!

Hey!

Hey, look!
Horace got Cruella's recorder.

[mayor] ...Cruella Crunchies,
whose unwavering...

[sighs]

[softly] What took you buffoons so long?

Don't answer that.

Just get over to the sound booth
and cue up the new jingle!

I'm proud to present her to you...

Cruella De Vil!

[fanfare plays]

Thank you, faceless consumer horde.

I mean people.

Without that recorder,
we'll never be able to prove anything.

Cruella's crunchy injustice
will go on forever.

[Rolly laughing]

I guess it's a good thing Horace
didn't get the tape, too.

[all] Yeah!

To start things off, I'd like
to musically delight you

with my new Crunchies jingle.

[Cruella] Memo to myself.

Replace sawdust
in the dog food with dirt.

It's even cheaper!

[gasps] Turn that off!

[man] But, Miss De Vil,
aren't you concerned about the nutrition?

[Cruella] Who cares? They're dogs!

And their owners are too stupid
to know the difference.

Let's everybody sing "Kumbaya."

All together, now!

Oh-oh-ohhhh!

[angry murmuring]

Ahh! That's not my voice.

That's some other unfeeling monster!

[crash]

[crowd jeering]

Help me!

I'm basting!

Hey, the paper says Kanine Krunchies
is going back to its old recipe.

If only puppies everywhere knew

that you were the hero
behind this, Rolly.

Oh, tut-tut, young chicken.

If I can bring a smile to their hearts
and a belch to their lips,

my work is done.

Come to papa!

Meaty, yet spicy.

Reminiscent of the Krunchies
of last summer.

Now, that, that
was an excellent vintage.

[belches]

[puppies panting, Spot squawking]

Come on, guys, we're getting close!

[sniffing]

Aw, that kibble-stealing squirrel
definitely came through here.

[sniffing]

Uh-huh! I smell squirrel!

Oh, yeah, that-a-way!

Uh, Spot, that's
where we came from.

The squirrel's over there.

I... knew that.

Listen! Do you hear that?

Hear what?

I hear...

Oh, yeah, I hear it.

Stampeding wild turkey?

Ooh, close, but wrong species. It's...

[all] Squirrel feet!

I, uh, was just testing you guys.

Huh?

Hey, guys, they're over...

Oh, never mind.

[gasping]

I got you now,
you, you squirrel, you!

Furry little animal!

Where are you?

[yelping]

Nobody calls
Manny the Mole a squirrel

and gets away with it.

[Manny throwing punches,
Spot squawking]

[groaning]

[bawking]

I just experienced a new level
of humiliation.

Look, we found the kibble.

Rolly's unerring nose
came through again.

Not to mention my superb hearing.

Yeah, you're dogs.

You got great hearing
and great smelling.

I got a bent beak.

[sighs]

Oh, what's the use?

I'm just a worthless chicken.

Life would be so much better
if only I were a dog

instead of a klutzy cluck.

[gasps]

What luck! A four-leaf-clover!

This means I get a wish.

What an amazing coincidence.

Clover, clover, in my claws,

swap these wings for spotted paws.

Hear my wish for naturalization,

let me join the Dalmatian nation!

[gasps]

Aaaah!

This is the last time I buy used.

Hey, kiddo, come outta hiding!

I am Drumstick,
your Fairy God-Chicken.

Fairy God-Chicken?

In person.
I'm here to grant your wish.

Really? You mean...

Yep! Poof!
You are now a carnation.

I said Dalmatian!

My mistake. Let me try again.

Not vegetation, not graduation,
not equation...

not a giant crustacean! Whaa!

Is it too soon for me to say "ouch"?

I said a Dalmatian!

Okay, you asked for it, you got it!

[Spot] Hey, I don't really feel
any different.

But... [gasps]

Oh, wow, I'm a dog!

I'm really a dog!

My dream, it's finally come true!

Oh, I'm so...

Whoa!

[splash]

Uhh!

Boy, this four-legged thing
is hard to steer.

[sniffs]

Hey, what's that smell?

All I smell is wet dog. Pretty it isn't.

No, I mean... [sniffs]

Nanny's muffins!

Wow! I can smell 'em
all the way from here.

What a nose!

Ow! Hey!
What's that loud pounding noise?

[Fairy God-Chicken]
That is a cricket's heartbeat.

Dog ears, they're a hoot, huh?

[munching]

[gulp]

Hoo-hoo! The smells, the sounds.

This is better than I ever imagined.

And grass never tasted so good!

Oooh-aaaah!

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?

I'm having some sort of butt quake!

That's your tail, get used to it.

Well, have fun being a puppy.

Wait a minute, that's it?

Aren't you gonna give me
any doggie instructions?

Yeah, just don't fall asleep
in the driveway.

Thanks, Fairy God-Chicken.

Oh, boy, I can't wait
to show everybody!

[puppies straining]

[Spot] Look, guys!

Aaah!

I'm a dog! Yeah!

Uh-huh. And your point is?

It's me, Spot!

Yeah, right.

And I'm Thunderbolt.

No, really.

I just got changed into a dog!

You know, there is
something familiar about her.

I'll prove it's me.

I'll tell you something
only Spot would know.

Like, uh, where Rolly keeps
his secret stash of fritters.

Big deal, everybody knows that.

They do?

What about the time Mooch put
pink dye in Lucky's flea bath

and he came out looking
like bubble gum?

Hey, I wasn't that pink!

Or when Rolly wanted
to impress Dumpling

and dressed up like
a Vegas lounge singer.

Well, one crisis at a time, pal.

I'm still reeling
from this fritter thing.

And Cadpig blew up
the farm's freezer in order to--

Thank you for sharing.
We're convinced.

Does everybody know
about my fritters? Tell me, I must know!

Rolly, let it go.

[snoring]

[teeth chattering]

It's so c-c-cold.

Ugh, what are you talking about?

It's 80 degrees and stuffy.

No, it's my nose. It's so cold.

How can you stand it?

There. That ought to warm you up.

Hey, this sock smells like feet.

It might be filled with toe germs.

I could get sick.

What if I get athlete's nose?
That could lead to nasal rot!

She looks like a pup,

but she's still her old neurotic self.

[yawns]

Where do you think you're going?

Digging. I wanna bury
a bone or something.

But the vet's here.
We all have to get our rabies shots.

Yeah, well, remember,
it only hurts for a second.

Be brave!

See ya.

Wrong! You're a dog now.

So that means you, too.

-Next!
-[squawks]

No, wait, I was framed.

I'm a chicken, look.

No!

[Spot squawking and barking]

[Cadpig] Someone's
having trouble adjusting.

Ah, we better go get her.

Gotta hide, gotta hide. Gotta hide.

Gotta lay low
until the doctor's gone.

[thud]

[snickers]

[gasps] Owwww!

The dog catcher!

[Spot barking]

[gulps]

This calls for the Emergency
Dog Catcher Confusion Drill. Go!

Whoa! Hey! What?

[dogs yipping]

Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig!

[Lucky] Spot, we're in here.

Don't worry, I'll fly up
to the window and get you guys out.

Ehhhh!

Uhhh! Oh, right.

Paws, not wings.

There's gotta be some other way
to get in that window!

[dings]

Ehhhh!

Now, I'll just pick the door's
lock with my beak and...

Uh-oh.

[straining]

Oh, what's the use?

Doesn't matter if I'm
a dog or a chicken.

I always mess everything up.

But it's always
been your dream to be a dog.

Let's face it.

Whatever I am, I'm still me.

And right now I'd give it all up
if I could save you guys.

[bells tinkling]

[Spot] It's my Fairy God-Chicken!

I gotta get these brakes checked.

You sure you wanna
give up being a dog?

That grass tasted
pretty good, didn't it?

Do what you have to do.

Poof!

Ahh! Feathers! Beak!
And only two feet!

Well, so long, kid.

I'll see ya next wish.

I'll just pick the lock
and then we'll get outta here.

[groaning]

Uh, Spot, why don't you
just follow us out this way, huh?

Uh, because I'm stuck?

Uggggh!

[theme music plays]