02x04 - Leisure Lawsuit/Purred It Through the Grapevine

[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] Oh, you were
so right, Anita, darling.

This picnic is precisely
what I needed.

A chance to get away from it all.

Ah, to enjoy the earthly pleasures
of simple, peasant folk.

Well, having you join us, Cruella,

was such an... unexpected surprise.

Well, I just knew that hang-up
on my voicemail

must have been you calling to invite me.

Hey, come on, guys.

[barking]

Wish it were that easy
to get rid of Cruella.

Maybe if I tied a dollar around it.

I got it. I got it.

Whoops.

I guess I got it.

[laughing]

Give, Mooch, give! Good boy.

That's three in a row.

Okay. And ready...

You're toast, turkey lips.

You're mouse meat, m*dget mutt.

Oww!

Ah, the fresh country air.

[coughing]

Where are my cigarettes?

Oof!

Whoa!

Give, Cruella, give.

Good girl.

[Woman] Well, Lucky, it looks like
you're still a lucky dog.

A few bandages
and you'll be good as new.

Now there you go.

[barks]

[Cruella] Anita! Anita!

Carry her to our house, you said.

[sighs]

Coming, Cruella.

Oh, Anita, darling,

this tacky foam pillow is
absolutely bruising my ankle.

Haven't you anything in angora?

Sorry. I'll see what I can find.

And another thing. Where is that
dumpy little housekeeper, Ninny?

I'm practically wasting away.

Nanny is visiting her sister.

But I'll make you some lunch now
that the vet's finished with Lucky.

Lucky? You're not letting
that vicious beast in here, are you?

After he tried to cr*pple me?

My doctor said
I may never walk again.

And he's an expert!

Now, Cruella, he said you'll be
on your feet by tomorrow.

That quack! What does he know?

I'm in far too much agony to be moved.

Oh...

You know what, I'll go start lunch.

[dialing]

[ringing]

Hello?

It's De Vil. Listen.

-I've had a horrendous accident and I...
- Again?

What do you mean, again?

-[laughing]
-Stop laughing.

No, of course I'm not hurt,
but they don't know that.

Now look. I want to sue the Dearlys
and finally get this farm.

[grunting]

What am I supposed to do about it...?

Well, how should I know?

You're the lawyer!

Start swindling.

Oh, I just love when good things
happen to bad people.

Oh, man, now I've done it.

They're gonna lose the farm
because of me.

Now, now, no pity parties, Lucky.

It's not all your fault. Tell him, guys.

No. I think he's right.

Mmm, yeah.
It's pretty much all his fault.

Somehow we gotta prove
to Roger and Anita

that Cruella's faking it.

Maybe we could trick her
into walking.

Then they'd see she's
not really hurt.

Yeah. But... but how?

What would Cruella walk a mile for?

[Cruella coughing]

[Lucky] Yes!

Anita! Remember my sandwiches
must be cut diagonally.

No crusts!

And don't make my tea too hot,
but not too cold either.

And I want blueberry jam,
not raspberry,

and good heavens, please hurry!

My nerves are already frazzled enough
without having to wait for nourishment.

[sighs]

Gum.

[Lucky] String.

Chicken.

I hate my life.

Now... go!

Oh... Ugh.

Okay, okay... Now!

Where are my...

Oof!

Ugh.

Okay, this is it. Get 'em in here, fast!

[barking]

Not now, Lucky. We'll play catch later.

Lucky, I said no!

What's gotten into you? Let go!

Oof!

And I demand that beast,
who has probably maimed me for life,

be locked up forever!

Sorry, Cruella,
that is just not gonna happen.

Fine. Have it your way, Rupert.

I was just going to sue you for the farm,

but now I'm taking you
for everything you've got!

[both gasp]

Just great.
Now I've made things even worse.

There's gotta be some way
to prove she's faking.

Are you sure she's still faking?

I've seen healthier looking roadkill.

Ah, don't let her fool you.

She's the picture of health.

Picture?

Hey, maybe we can get a picture
of her walking?

Good thinking.

Yeah, where does Roger
keep his old camera?

Follow me.

Get this blasted lawsuit wrapped up
before they really hurt me.

That mangy mutt is determined
to do me in.

Come on.

All right. So far, so good.

So, where's the camera?

Up there.

Ready, troops?

[All] Ready.

I think I see it.

But this big, heavy round thing
is in the way.

Whoa!

-Whoa!
-Aah!

Look, if I wanted ethics,
I wouldn't have hired a lawyer.

Now get on it!

Memo to myself.

Tell my doctor I'm not paying him
real money for bandaging fake injuries.

Huh?

Aah!

[muffled] Anita!

[Anita] Coming, Cruella.

You want us to do what?!

Get Cruella's tape recorder.

You heard her.

She confessed her whole scheme
into that thing.

And we can prove it
if we get that tape.

But she always keeps it with her.

What are we gonna do,
steal it right from under her nose?

There it is.

Got it.

Hey, where's Rolly?

Uh-oh...

Whoa!

Come on, Rolly.

Whoa!

Aah!

Ugh.

[growling]

[laughing]

Give me that!

Whoa!

Memo to myself.

Tell my doctor I'm not paying him
real money for bandaging fake injuries.

Fake injuries, my, my.

And you had us waiting on you
hand and foot.

Totally irrelevant.

They're real injuries now. Watch.

Oww! See?

And this is the real proof
you tried to commit insurance fraud.

Now, now...
No need to be hasty, Rover.

Surely we can make some kind of deal.

Hmm?

[bell rings]

Here are your sandwiches.

No crusts.

Ahem.

As you all know, the barking code is
the oldest form of dog communication.

Cool.

And the most important element
to the barking code

is the emergency command.

Now, let's review a few
key phrases, shall we?

-Yip! Yip!
-Sheep.

Excellent.

-Yap!
-In.

Bravo! Yow...

[snoring]

Lucky? Lucky?

Rolly?

Cadpig!

Wake up!

Were you dogs sleeping again?

Sleeping? During barking class?

No, sir. Never, sir.

It's far too riveting.

[yawning]

Is that right?

Well, despite what you might think,

the barking chain is crucial
to your education.

Urgent message, sir.

Code red!

Zounds! Duty calls.

Cadets, in my absence,
I'm assigning you a substitute.

Carry on.

[cheering]

Wake us for dinner.

But don't you wanna learn?

Spot, don't you get it?

Only geeks learn barking code.
And only losers teach it.

Good day, sunshine.

If you dirt weasels think that
this is gonna be another session

of Sunday in the park with grandpa,
then think twice!

Can I think happy thoughts, lieutenant?

-Shut up, Caypon.
-It's Cadpig, sir.

Whatever, Carpool,
now shut up and listen!

I hear some of you
don't wanna learn code

'cause you think it's useless.

Well, as a code expert,

I assure you that code is vital
during wartime.

Wartime? What w*r?

What w*r? The only w*r, Cartwheel.

The great cat w*r!

True, it's not like the good old days.

Back then you could drop a piano on them,
flatten them with a steamroller,

paint a tunnel on a wall
and they'd slam right into it.

I hate cats!

Of course, now it's a cold w*r.

So, we...

We can't get away with that anymore.

This guy is one doughnut
short of a dozen.

[laughing]

What did you say, Roll-on?

Nothing, sir.

Smart guy, aren't you, Roll-up?

Well, let's just see how smart you are

when the cats are using your behind
for mouse bait!

I hate cats!

Now drop and give me...

-[snoring]
-There he goes again.

[Cadpig] Who's gonna wake him?

[Rolly] Not me.

[Colonel] Yip, yap, yow!

Did you hear something?

Uh, that was my stomach.

No. I distinctly heard...

[Colonel] Yip, yap, yow!

Emergency action message
from canine command!

The cats are attacking!

This is the big one!

[all shouting]

-Run!
-Every dog for himself!

Uh, sir, I don't think
that's what the message said.

Listen here, Einstein.

I know what I heard,
and I heard cats!

So fall in now, now, now now!

[snoring]

We've got to translate that message.

Fat chance. We don't speak code.

And whose fault is that?

What are you getting at, bird?

Oh, just that if certain members
of this entourage hadn't been asleep,

we all might have learned something.

Everything will be fine
if we simply remain calm.

The cats are coming!
The cats are coming!

All right. Comb the farm.

There must be some animal
that can translate that message.

What was that word, dear?

-"Yow."
-Oh, it's been years.

Let's see. Yow. Yow.

Ooh, isn't that the name
of that nice young bull

on "As the World Churns"?

Mmm!

Talk about beefcake.

[laughing]

Mm-mmm.

As your mayor, it is an honor...
no, a privilege to...

no, it's my civic duty

to supply you
with the meaning of that word.

Thank you, sir.

You did vote for me, right?

Actually, no.

So, the message was
"Yip, yap, yow"?

You know what it means, right?

Well now, you pups is very, very lucky.

'Cause I just happen to have

the last remaining copy
of the official code book.

Oh...

No.

Okay. "Yip" means Sheep.

"Yap" means in.

And "Yow" means...

[sighs]

I can't believe we struck out.

You can't? Well, I can.

If you'd take your lessons
a little more seriously,

we'd b-b-be in much better...

Yow!

What was that?

Oh, Spot's in some kind of trouble.

Yow! Yow!

Yow...

I've got it! Yow means trouble!

Yip, yap, yow.

Sheep in trouble.

That can only mean one thing.
Stampede at Brazer's Green.

Come on!

Get me out of here!

Spot, would you
quit fooling around.

[growling]

Why aren't they
helping with the w*r effort?

[gasps] It's an inside job!

Oh, what do you know, false alarm.

Uh, let's look around.

That was fun.

Anyone for gelato?

Something's fishy.

You always gotta go
looking for trouble, don't you?

Can't you just accept
that it was a false alarm?

Here. I'll prove it to you.

See? No sheep in trouble.

Gosh, Rolly, I guess you were right...

Meep!

[laughing]

Did anyone get the license plate
of those sheep?

Gah! They're coming back!

Jump!

What's gotten into these sheep?

It's like they've seen a ghost.

Meep.

Looks like we've got
a couple of comedians.

[barking]

-Bob?
-Bill?

-Nyah-nyah! Made you run!
-Losers!

[growling]

And I thought you guys had fights.

Ugh. I feel like I've
been mugged by a cardigan.

Those little demons.

I shall wash, but I shan't be clean.

Come on!
Pug's gonna be looking for us.

Relax.

That bonehead couldn't find
his butt with both paws.

[thunder rumbles]

Freeze, hairballs!

You traitors are all going down!

-But...
-Don't but me, Cadpig!

That's right! Cadpig!

See what happens when you try?

You deserters have been
conspiring with the cats!

And I'm gonna see
that you do hard time for it.

[Colonel] What cats, Lieutenant?

The feline invaders, my Colonel.

Not this again.

I received an urgent action message.

And what message was that?

Yip, yap, yow.

Translation?

Slavering hordes of cats
landing at 0800.

Oh...

Anyone else care to try?

-Sheep.
-In.

-Trouble.
-Excellent job, cadets.

I have a special treat
in store for all of you.

Wait a minute.

I took command. I faced the enemy!

Granted, it was a fictional enemy,
but those are the worst kind.

Don't I get a reward?

Relax and enjoy, cadets.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

Man, if I had known
there was kibble involved,

I would have saved those
sheep single pawed.

Where's Pug? Isn't he joining us?

Yes, well, I put Pug in charge
of a very important emergency.

A code K emergency.

[meowing]

Kittens.

I hate babysitting kittens.

[theme music plays]