02x50 - Good Neighbor Cruella/Animal House Party

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♪ 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? ♪

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-[barks]

♪ Life's just a bed of roses ♪

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♪ 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! ♪

[TV] And now, today's Dateline De Vil.

In Topstown today...
or should I say Blow-Your-Topstown...

Cruella De Vil reacted in her usual style

when fashion critic
Mr. Blackswell announced

she topped this year's
worst-dressed list.

Boy, you'd think she'd at least
show her good side when she's on TV.

You think Cruella has one?

Everybody has a good side, Rolly.

Hers just isn't visible to the naked eye.

[TV] Tune in tomorrow
for more Cruella high jinks.

[glass shatters]

I heard the news,

figured you'd need your TV fixed... again.

P.H., you're the most
brilliant of the De Vils.

How can I project a good, positive me
without the accompanying nausea?

A positive image, huh?

Well, if it's an image,

maybe it doesn't have to be
the real you, just a fake you.

You're going to clone me?

Not exactly.

A clone would be an exact copy.

I'm going to effectively split you

into your two major
personality components,

a good Cruella and an evil Cruella.

Now, have a seat.

[machinery whirring]

[electricity crackling]

And there you have it!

All the goodness has been
removed from your genes.

You are now pure evil.

Funny, I don't feel a bit different.

Except that nagging
little headache is gone.

-[P.H.] Now let's see your better half.
-Where?

There! Meet your good side.

Isn't she rather... small?

Well, I didn't have much to work with,
but not to worry.

Oh, what a lovely mad-scientist lab.

Would you like me to clean it up,
get you some lunch?

Make her stop! It burns!

Will anyone believe this horribly
accessorized creature is me?

I know.

I'll unleash it on the Dearlys.

If it fools them, it'll fool the press.

[dogs snoring]

Hello, Roger.

Who? I mean, uh, that's my name.

Cruella, is that you?

Of course it is.

Where's your lovely family?
I've brought treats.

Oh, there are those adorable puppies.

I baked enough cookies for them, too.

[puppies snarl]

Don't, Rolly!

It's probably a tiny land mine.

Don't worry. There's no chocolate in them.

Chocolate is bad for dogs, you know.

Oh. Hello, Cruella.

Oh, no. Look what I've done.

I'll have this cleaned up in a jiffy.

And, say, doesn't that barn need painting?

In fact, this whole place could use
a great big Cruella makeover.

Leave everything to me.

Who was that aproned woman?

[humming]

Yoo-hoo!

-Eww.
-Eww.

[whines]

Pffbt!

-[barking]
-[whines]

-[gasps]
-[gasps]

-Oh, my gosh!
-Huh?

Ta-da!

Now, you two lovebirds
get a good night's sleep.

Is there anything I can get you?
A glass of water?

-No.
-Some warm milk?

No.

Snoozytime tea?

No! She is driving me nuts.

Me, too,

but she can't keep this up forever.
We just have to be patient.

Some juice?

No! Get out!

[humming]

I just don't get it.

Why is Cruella acting so different?

And why does she smell different?

What do you mean?

Well, she used to smell like old leather.

Now she's got that new-car smell.

Hmm. Let's go see what she's up to.

[Roger] She is 10 times
more obnoxious than before.

I'm telling you, Anita,
if she keeps up this saint routine,

we are going to have to move.

What?

What a stroke of luck!

Forget improving my public image.

This is a chance to improve
my real-estate holdings.

So, that's what she's up to.

Then what's she up to?

[all gasp]

[All] Two Cruellas?

What are you doing here?

Be a good clone
and get back to the Dearlys.

I knew they'd change their minds.

What do they want, milk or juice?

They want your company.

They're just too shy to say so.

Go. Spend the night. Spend the week.
Spread some joy.

And they may be going on a trip soon,
so help them pack.

Oh, I will.

I live to do good.

Heh heh heh
ha ha ha ha ha.

Finally, the Dearly Farm is mine.

And all I had to do was be good.

Ha ha ha. Who knew?

Glad I could help.

I'm off to the mad scientist's swap meet.

Grr. She's gonna take our home.

This is w*r.

We gotta send that clone Cruella
someplace else to do good.

B-But then she'll just
drive somebody else crazy.

[jangling]

Cruella? What are you doing here
at 5:00 in the morning?

I thought I'd start by taking a donation
to the local homeless shelter.

I knew you wouldn't mind.

Oh, and I'll be borrowing the puppy bus.

-Toodles.
-But... But...

-[grunting]
-[barking]

Oh! A gift.

How thoughtful.

Oh, my company.
Let's see how much good I've done.

Strip-mining, deforestation,
cheap labor in third-world countries?

[gasps] I can't have my name on this.

I feel soiled.

I must make amends.

This is our chance to right all
the wrongs done by Cruella,

and stiff her in the process.

Won't this be fun?

While my double does my dirty work
at the Dearlys,

I'll catch my favorite soap,

The Young and the Ruthless.

At a press conference this morning,

Cruella De Vil unveiled
a whole new image.

More good news.

Oh, how much can I take in one day?

Starting today, the House of De Vil
will undergo a complete transformation.

I've ordered the board of directors
to give everyone raises and vacations.

In addition, we'll be
replanting the rain forests,

donating our profits
to struggling third-world countries,

and to make up for all the cruelty
I've inflicted on the animal kingdom,

I'm dedicating my home and property
as a new wildlife preserve.

It's just my little way of saying,
"I'm sorry, world."

Aah!

[car alarm echoing]

Time to pull the plug on that clone crone.

Aah!

-[shrieks]
-Ahh. Wha-wha-aah-aah.

Rrrr.

Aah!

Aren't they cute?

I adopted them all.

This is now the De Vil Wildlife Refuge.

[choir rejoices]

I'm tearing down the fences
so they can roam free.

[Evil Cruella] No!

Ha ha. Sounds like Cruella
has her hands full.

[growl]

[Spot] And so do we!

[all screaming]

[all breathing hard]

Funny. I don't remember
there being a forest here.

[Rolly] Aah!

[trumpets]

[all screaming]

[breathing hard]

Heh. Heh heh.

[all scream]

Look! She tore down the fence!

Huh. I never thought I'd say it,
but I think we better help Cruella.

Yeah. Before these beasts
help themselves to us.

Grutley Animal Control?

Villa De Vil is swarming
with uncontrollable beasts.

Come quick.

If we can get this Cruella in the chamber,
maybe we can unclone her.

But how do we get the
other Cruella in here?

How about a canine 9-1-1?

Come back!

Your toenails will look
pretty painted pink.

-[whimpering]
-[gasps]

A wounded animal. I'm coming!

[whimpering]

Oh, you poor thing.
Let me help... Oof!

Let's see.
"Reheat," "defrost," "popcorn."

Ah, here it is. "De-clone."

Uhh.

What happened?

And why is that nagging headache back?

-[Spot] It worked.
-There's only one Cruella.

Puppies?

Out, you wretched little runts.

-No dogs in my...
-There's an uncontrollable beast now.

I'll tranquilize her.

Gakk! Not me, you stuu...pid...

I don't feel so... good.

[snoring]

[Anita] Roger, what's
taking you so long?

Uh, I was making sure
the oven is locked

and the doors are off.
Uh, I mean...

Honey, why are you
carrying my sewing machine?

Oops. I guess I'm just nervous
about leaving the pups for the weekend.

Get into this car,

or I'll spend our romantic weekend
alone.

Now, remember, we'll only be away
for the weekend.

Nanny will be gone, too,

but she left plenty of food
out by the chow tower.

Ohh.

We're leaving you four
in charge of the house,

so I want everything neat and clean
when we return. Understand?

Did we forget anything?
Is the bathtub running?

If it is, you'd better hurry and catch it.

Huh? Very funny.

-Bye.
-[Both] Good-bye.

[crying] I feel so... abandoned.

[sobbing]

What's the matter? You've been away
from your parents lots of times.

Well, I always left them.
They never left me.

I feel anxious and hostile,
and... and my tail is all poofy,

and my nose is... runny!

[blows nose]

Thank you for sharing.

-[blows nose]
-[sniffling]

[Cadpig] Fascinating.

This website posts hundreds
of pet psychological problems.

I'm sure I can find my symptoms listed.

Oh, yeah. Fascinating.

Who knew there'd be so many
goldfish with fin envy?

Or lovebirds in need
of marriage counseling?

Or that we'd spend our one weekend
without parental supervision

-watching Cadpig's nasal drip?
-[Cadpig] Shh! I found something.

That's it.

"Inappropriate sadness
induced by separation anxiety..."

"Growing hostility is..."

"Physical symptoms include
a bristly tail, a..." [sniffles]

-[computer plays blowing-nose sound]
-"Sinusitis."

My worst suspicions are confirmed.

I have PDS, petting deficit syndrome.

It means I wasn't petted enough
as a puppy.

What, you want a bandage
or something?

There's only one known cure.

I need to be petted, and I need it now!

-He'll do it.
-She'll do it.

Mother.

[cackles]

Uhh.

The pads on my paws are numb.

Are you cured yet?

[sniffs] Not even close.

[crashing and smashing]

[Lucky] What was that?

It sounded like
it came from downstairs.

I think our family's back.

No, I think I hear... b-b-b-burglars!

I don't hear anything.

-Whoa!
-Awk!

[clucks]

What's going on down there?

[Cajun music playing]

[animals yelling and laughing]

Plehh!

[claws clacking]

[ribbet ribbet]

Howdy. Howdy. Glad to see ya.

Welcome to my little soiree.

Admission requires
a small donation.

I know you'll find any party of mine
is worth the price.

[rattling like dice]

[blaring note]

[music stops]

[Spot] What happened to the music?

[Lucky] Shh. I can't tell.

[all gasp]

Well, I'll be ding-donged.

Party crashers.

Sorry, puppies,
but you'll have to be a-goin'.

Adios. Au revoir. So, vamoose.

Listen here, Swamp Rat.

You and your cronies
have no right to be here.

You're the ones
who better be leaving.

Aah!

Heh heh heh.

Y'all don't come back now, y'hear?

[cheering and yelling resumes]

[door slams]

I really feel the need
for a good petting right now.

No time for that.
We've gotta get help.

[Cajun music playing]

[knock on door]

-Who's there?
-[whack]

[groan from pipe]

What in tarnation?

Who did this to you, Cyd-boy?

[audio feedback]

-Aah!
-Aah!

This is an unlawful assembly.

Every animal will
evacuate the premises double-time!

[murmuring]

Quiet! Shh. Shh.

Ah, Pug.

I had a feeling you might show up.

Uh, Steven, why don't
you show the lieutenant

what we think of party poopers?

Ah. An appetizer.

Cadets, fire at will!

All unauthorized personnel

will withdraw from these premises
immediately!

Now, hold your horses, everybody.

I've invited a special guest
just in case of such an emergency.

[whistles]

Somebody want me?

[nail screeches]

[Swamp Rat] Uh, you remember
Persian Pete, don't you, Lieutenant?

I do believe you two go way back.

[crying]

[teeth chattering and mumbling]

Persian Pete.

Sound the retreat!

Aah!

Ah hah! Whoa!

Yee-gah! Ooh! Aah! Hoo!

Ah-pffft!

What are you weenie dogs staring at?

Scram!

[all screaming]

[sighs of relief]

I don't think anyone followed us.

[Pug murmurs]

No. Keep biggy, baddy,
puddy-puddy cat away.

[murmuring]

What's wrong with him?

Ohh. Maybe he needs
some good petting, too.

No, he doesn't.

We've got a monster cat to fight.

On your feet, Lieutenant.

No!

I'm comfy-womfy here.

[Spot] Poor Lieutenant Pug.

Ah, what are we gonna do?

Wait a minute. Did you notice
something about Persian Pete

that seemed familiar?

You mean the weird "pffft" noise?

That frizzy tail?

What? You're not
suggesting that furry oaf

has the same condition as I do?

Wait a minute. The computer did say
if PDS went untreated,

it would lead to violent behavior.

Ahh. Persian Pete's got
petting deficit syndrome.

[Cajun music playing]

[Pug on loudspeaker]
Attention, civilians.

Persian Pete is nothing
but a greasy hairball

with clumpy kitty litter for brains.

Even his mother wouldn't lick him,

and his real name
is... gahh... Mittens.

Now, why'd you have to go
and say those things?

[growls]

Huh?

Yoo-hoo! Over there.

Phhbbt!

[clucks]

-[door slams]
-Huh?

[teeth chattering and murmuring]

[snarling]

You're dog meat, Pugsy.

[tweet]

[loud scratching]

[sighing and purring]

Heh heh.

Sounds like old Pete is putting the
lieutenant through a paper shredder.

This is your third
and final warning!

Evacuate the premises
or face dire consequences!

You tell 'em, Pugsy.

Pete, I pay my g*ons
to break the laws,

not enforce them.

Oh, my goon days are over.

When I was an unknowing
sufferer of PDS,

it took Pug and his friends to show me

that there's a kinder,
gentler kitty deep within me.

But... But... But...

No, no, no!

Everybody out before I forget...

[snikt snikt snikt snikt]
how gentle I really am.

[all yelling]

Regroup at the De Vil place!

Cruella's on a business trip!

Let's party!

[hiccups]

Pugsy... how can I ever thank you
for showing me the light?

Don't thank me.
Thank my cadets.

How's it going back there?

We're exhausted.

[Rolly] Ohh. How long do
we have to keep this up?

Ahh. I have a feeling we're gonna be
doing this forever.

What are you guys
complaining about?

I'm the one who needs attention.

[blows nose]

[theme song playing]