02x53 - Dalmatian Vacation pt. 3

[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? ♪

-♪ 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! ♪

[Lucky] This vacation's getting
weirder and weirder.

First Cruella invites herself along,

then Roger and Anita find out
they're not legally married.

So they decide to head to their old
church and get married for real.

But Cruella finds out
that if she can keep them

from getting married
in the next ten days,

she can claim our farm for herself.

So she makes it look like Roger

signed up for a baseball team
in Venezuela,

which makes Anita so mad,
she walks out on Roger.

Oh, how could this have happened?!

Oh, I know: I did it.

[cackling]

[Anita] So, Roger thinks our wedding isn't
as important as his baseball career.

He can't even hit a curve.

I am strong, I am invincible.

I am scared spotless!

Can't hit a curve,
can't balance a checkbook.

He's really completely helpless
without me.

I hope he's okay.

[Lucky] Roger has got it bad!

[Spot] He's going through
all the classic stages of depression.

Denial, anger, pizza...

[sigh]

[gulp]

[burp!]

[gulp]

[sigh]

Actually, this depression thing
isn't such a bad deal.

[chuckles]

My plan turned out
even better than I expected.

[chuckles]

I've broken them up. Permanently!

Now, let's get back to Grutely.
I have a farm to claim!

[bulb shatters]

[Horace] Uh, the door's locked,
Miss De Vil.

[Cruella] You just always have to
ruin it for me, don't you?

Oh, this is hopeless.

We gotta do something.

[yips]

[woman] Today on "Cheap Talk,"

men who love baseball
and the women who leave them.

[Lucky] Oops!

[man] Now back to Co-ed Motocross:
women on motorcycles

leaving their pathetic men in the dust.

Yaaaah!

But it'll be fun in Venezuela.

How could you choose
business over our wedding?

Maybe it's a good thing we were
never married in the first place.

Sweetheart, I made a mistake.
Don't go, please.

Don't go!

How could I let her go?
I've got to find her.

How could I let her get away?

I've got to find her.

[Roger, with TV]
I've got to find her.

I've got to find her!

[puppies yipping]

[banging]

Oof!

Did you hear that?

He's going to find her!
Get the truck!

[gasp]

No! You parked in a tow-away zone?!

Uh, that was a bad thing, right?

Arrgh! I should have you
towed away, you lug nuts!

Get me some wheels! Now!

[wheels squeaking]

But you said to bring you
some wheels.

Just shut up and pedal.

[wolf howls]

[Roger] Gotta find Anita.
Gotta find Anita.

Have no idea where Anita is.
I gotta find Anita.

Rolly, you've got the best nose.

See if you can pick up a scent.

-[sniffing]
-[Lucky] Getting anything?

Oh, yeah, papa!

The 99-cent rib special
at Barbecue Betty's.

range 4 miles.

Wait a sec. [sniffs]

Anita!

[barking]

What is it, Rolly?
Do you smell something?

Is it Anita?

-[growl] [bark]
-Atta-boy, Rolly!

[wolf howls]

I mean, the time had come.

We needed space to sort things out.
Oooh!

Now, I just feel so alone.

-[puppy yipping]
-Huh?

Cadpig!

What are you doing here?

[whimpering]

I know, I know. What am I doing here?

I didn't give Roger a chance
to explain himself, did I?

[Cadpig whining]

Did I do the right thing?
Ohh! Cadpig! Mwah!

It's almost as though
you understand what I'm saying.

What should I do, huh?

[whimpers]

My wedding ring? But where...?

"Anita and Roger,
now and forever."

[sniffs] Oh, Cadpig, you are so right!

What was I thinking?

I've been so silly.

I love him!

[gasp]

[tires screech]

[footsteps]

Huh?

[gasp]

Aaaaaaah!

Please, spare us,
o giant alien dog!

We are a peace-loving planet!

Hey, relax, I'm not gonna bite.

Uh... who are you?

My name is Willy,
but you can call me Zenox V.

I almost hit you with my van.

It's a good thing you
swerved at the last second,

but I'm afraid your bike is totaled.

But... where...?

Why don't you come
and meet the others?

This is Anita, Saucerites.

[all] Greetings, Anita!
Have some mashed potatoes.

Just what is going on here?

We're the Society for Achieving
Utopian Consciousness

via Extraterrestrial Rebirth

and Desert Operational
Lacrosse Team.

Together, we play lacrosse
and wait for the great mothership

to return and take us
to the planet Dripnon,

where the rivers run with gold!

Uh, I'm sure this is just
a stupid hat convention, isn't it?

No, no, brother.

It is the planet Durdlezig,

where the rivers run with orange juice.

[Man] Blasphemers!

It is the planet Squignot,

where the rivers run
with cream soda!

[chuckles]

-Planet Squignot!
-Cream soda!

[shouting]

You know, these people are whacko.

You think I'm wearing this hat by choice?

[shouting continues]

[man] Squignot! Squignot!
Cream soda!

Look, I hate to disturb
your little philosophical debate here,

but I really have to find my husband.

Uh, we may disagree on the details,
but we do agree on one thing:

no one leaves here.

[all] Not until the little shaggy
green messenger

from the mothership arrives
to lead us home.

Uh... look, I, uh...
I really have to be going.

How do I get
these kooks to let her go?

Won't happen, not till their little shaggy
green alien messenger comes.

Shaggy green messenger? [gasp]

-Yes!
-What?

[gasp]

[man] It is the shaggy green one
whose coming was foretold!

[all] O shaggy green one!

Lead us to the mothership.

And to Dripnon!

Durdlezig!

-Squignot!
-Orange juice!

Brothers, sisters, please!

We must follow the messenger.

[all] Yes! Follow the messenger.

[softly] Come on, Cadpig.

But you left without dessert!

I made a lovely
chocolate landing pad!

[sniffing] Oh, yeah, I'm getting
a definite whiff of Cadpig.

And Anita!

And, unless I'm mistaken... [sniffing]
mashed potatoes?!

I hope you're right.

Cruella's probably right on our tails.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke!

Put your backs into it, you sluggards!

[woman] Speed up or ship out,
you road hog!

[coughing]

Slow down, you speed demon!
Stop, stop, stop!

Oh, this is ridiculous.

We must stop Ripsnort
before he finds Anita.

It's... it's the Heck's Angels.

Hitchhikers, huh?

I eat hitchhikers for lunch!

Oh, not in that outfit, you don't.

Leather and chains,
all wrong for a formal luncheon.

Overaccessorized, understylized,
and completely lacking élan.

You're purty!

Oh, get your big paws off of me!
Ow! Oh!

Well, I never!
Well, there was that one time.

[bikers] You're kind of cute, too!

Faster! Faster!

The needle's not even in the red!

We may be rebels, but we don't
exceed the posted speed limit.

You know, motorcycle safety
begins with...

Hyaah!

What a woman!

-[man snoring, monitor beeping]
-Hmm?

Dispatch, I need backup!

I got a whole mess of Heck's Angels
eastbound on the S42,

led by one gutsy mama!

[siren wails]

Okay, we're getting hot, guys!

[sniff] Eww! Now I smell
chocolate landing pad?

I hope we're almost there.
We've only got six hours left

till Cruella takes the farm.

Hey, guys, any chance Cruella
would be leading a tour group

of really grungy poets?

[Lucky]
Not really.

Okay, then I only have
one thing to say.

We're doomed!

Run 'em off the road!

-Hey!
-[tires screech]

So, Cruella's gone biker, huh?

Let's just see
how good she is.

Everyone, give me a hand!

Let's see how good she can collate.

Litter bugs!

Okay, let's see how she can handle
a good old-fashioned obstacle course.

Uggh! Aaaah!

[phone rings]

I'm in the middle of something.
Take a message!

Units 3, 4, and 5, cut 'em off!

[sirens wail]

Come on, everybody!

[yipping]

[sirens wail]

[revving]

-Uggh! Uggg! Whoa!
-Gotcha!

I've been after you for days!

Hmm, and now you've got me.

Ooh, you really are
the strong arm of the law.

No, my friend.
They have gone to the east.

East! That's not the way back home.
The church!

She must have changed her mind.
She's headed to the church!

Say what?

Uh, wait, take some
chocolate landing pad!

It's good reheated!

Yes, and I need the chapel
until half-past noon.

No, I won't be needing the organist.

If you'll cooperate,
we'll go easy on ya.

Now, for the last time,
give me back my squad car!

[sirens wailing]

There's the church!
I mean, the mothership.

Huh? [gasp] It's the mothership!

[Saucerites] The mothership!

Only half an hour
till it's goodbye, farm!

Aw, we got it made.

-What could possibly get in our way now?
-Oh, no!

[announcer] This parade is
brought to you by...

[Spot] You just had to say that!

[Rolly] Oh, man, how are we
gonna get passed that?

[sirens wailing]

[tires screech]

[chuckles]

Hah! Lost them!

[both scream]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[bird shrieks]

We'll never find Cadpig and Anita
in all of this!

Roger?

[Roger] Anita?

-It's Anita!
-Where's Cadpig?

[Anita] Roger?

-Lucky!
-Cadpig!

Hi, guys.

Ohh! Ooop!

Hey, where is
the shaggy green messenger?

[sniffing] Hey, something smells
like old leather.

Uggh!

[Saucerite]
It is the shaggy green messenger!

[Saucerites gasp]

Aaaaaaaah!

[Saucerites calling]

[chuckles]

That takes care of Cruella.

Yeah, but we gotta do something fast.

Time's running out.

Hmm.

-I've got an idea!
-Oh, no.

-Anita?
-Roger?

-Anita!
-Roger!

[Roger] Whoa! Anita!

Roger!

-Anita, I've been...
-Roger, you don't...

Anita, I have been such a...

Shh! Darling, I've been the silly one.

Whoa!

[shouting, laughter]

[crash!]

[screaming]

Ohhh!

[yip!] Can you help us?

Can you lead the parade to the church?

Please? It's a true love emergency.

Why certainly, young lady.
Noooo problem.

[horse whinnies]

Whee-haa!

Whoaaaaa!

[siren wailing]

Wow, a police escort.

Oh, look, Roger. It's the church!

I tried to tell you, Anita.

Somebody was playing a trick on me.
I never signed any baseball contract.

Not on purpose, anyway.

I'm so sorry, Roger.

I should never have doubted you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[crowd cheering]

Wow! We've got everything
but a brass band!

[band playing]

[chuckling]

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

to witness the joining
of these two loving souls.

If anyone present knows any reason
why these two should not be wed,

speak now or forever hold your...

Yes! I am Cruella de Vil,

and I've booked this chapel
for the next half-hour.

You have?

Well, just a minute, let me check. Hmm.

Why, Miss De Vil, so you have.

But I'm in the middle
of a ceremony right now.

-You'll have to wait a bit.
-[puppies sighing]

That's all right, we're in no hurry.
We can wait.

No! It'll be too late!

I'm so happy for you, Cruella!
Are you getting married?

Who's the poor vict...
uh, lucky groom?

Groom? I... uh... Him!

[guests gasp]

I was gonna ask you, but... I accept.

No, she's mine! I love her!

Will you marry me?

No! She's mine. Marry me.

Arrgh! No, she's mine!

Step aside, buster. Marry me!

-No, me!
-Marry me!

-Say, how about me?
-No, she belongs to us.

[Saucerites] She's ours!

Oh, spring must really be
in the air.

You... you all...

l-l-love me?

Yeah, more than Ada Wisgazer.

[murmuring agreement]

I am so glad
you've finally found love, Cruella.

Now you know how Roger and I feel.

I... I... I do? [sighs]

Oh, I do!

You're right: you two
go ahead and get married.

As for all of you,
let's talk prenuptial agreement.

Here's my abbreviated version.

-[all] Ehhh!
-Hmm!

Come on, Cruella.
I'd like you to be my bridesmaid.

[Roger] With this ring, I thee wed.

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

[cheering]

You may kiss the bride.

[cheering]

[clanging]

Huh? Yowww!

Ha ha!

[squawks]

Well, whaddya know?

I was the shaggy green messenger!

[Cruella] So, where are we
going for the honeymoon?

[Roger] Out! Out, Cruella.

-I don't wanna hear anymore!
-[Cruella] But, Ribbit!

-You're not serious.
-[Roger] Out!

[theme music playing]