02x24 - Spots and Shots/On the Lamb

[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! ♪

Yeah, Thunderbolt's the coolest!

Hey, let me see!

What a perfect day!

[Lucky] Nothing could ruin
a day like this.

-Not even--
-[horn blares]

[honking]

The vet!

The vet?

-The vet!
-The vet?

What's she doing here?

Let's see, no one's sick.

No one's hurt.

Guess that means
we're getting shots.

Shots?

That's right.

Mom said we've gotta get shots

so we don't get
itchy-swell-anosis.

That's where you
turn pink and green

and you swell up and get itchy.

Nosis.

Shots.

Oh, I can't wait.

Dr. Whittaker's a babe.

And we get treats after our shots!

Shots.

[thunder]

Relax! It's just a little shot.

Yeah, there's no big, long, scary
needles or nothin'.

Oh, boy, was I wrong.

Yeah. Sorry, Lucky.

Uhhh.

Ohh!

You're not suffering from
shot anxiety, are you, Lucky?

Lucky, afraid of a little shot?

Ha! Lucky and I laugh at shots.

We have shots for breakfast.

Ha-ha! Afraid? Puh-lease!

-[thud]
-[Lucky] Ugh!

[Whittaker] Oh, Spot,
time for your chickenpox shot.

[Spot moaning]

[thud]

[Spot and Lucky moaning]

Come on, Lucky.

Mr. Vaccine has a needle
with your name on it.

[gulp]

You guys go ahead,
I'm gonna hide.

Uh, I mean, I'd better go
round up the others.

Yeah, I think I'll go
round up the others.

Aaaaah!

[all] Hi, Lucky. Goin' to the vet?

V-vet? Uh, isn't everybody?

Hi, Lucky. Goin' to the vet?

Aaaaah!

Hi, Lucky!

Aaaah!

Goin' to the vet?

Hi, Lucky, goin' to the vet?

Uggh! Ooh!

Whoa!

Aaaah!

Whoa-oh!

Hi, Lucky! Goin' to the vet?

[Lucky] Whoa!

I'm never goin' to the vet.

[wolf howls, thunder crashes]

They'll never take me alive.

Where can I hide
where there's no puppies?

Huh?

Perfect.

[thunder roars]

[gulps]

All right, who's next?

Uggh!

[chirping]

-[Cruella] What's that awful noise?
-[chirping]

Beat it!

Whew!

It's still better than getting a shot.

Oh, this is going to be gorgeous.

Then again, if I'm wearing it,
that goes without saying.

[chuckles]

Heh heh heh!

[Cruella] Pins! I need pins!

Bring me my pin cushion!

[Cruella]
And my yarn. Bring me some yarn!

[Horace] Coming, Madame.

[Cruella] And my fabrics.
Bring me the blue fabrics.

[Horace] Coming right up, ladies.

[Jasper] Eh, shut up.

[Horace] Hee hee hee!

Hmm, hmm...

[chuckles]

Well, I think it looks lovely.

Straighten up. Chest out.

Suck in that gut!

Say, what's this?

Ooh!

No, no, no, it's awful!

Get rid of it.

Only too happy, ma'am.

[groaning]

[sighs]

Uggh!

It's still better than getting a shot.

Maybe the vet's gone.

She's gotta leave sometime.

Ugh, still there!

-Those poor puppies.
-[puppies yipping]

Oooh!

What's she gonna do,
stay there all day?

I mean, I can't hide
in here forever.

But then, I guess it still beats
getting a shot, huh?

Aaaah!

[Scorch snarling]

Yike!

Whoa-oh-oh!

Ooh! Whoa!

[snarling]

Whoa!

Aaaaah...

Whew!

Uggh! Whoa!

[gasps, coughs]

Still better than getting a shot.

-[Cruella] I hate working out.
-[woman] Do not worry.

That is why you hire
a personal trainer,

and believe me, I am going
to make you feel like a new man.

Uh... woman.

Well then, shall we
start with the treadmill?

Don't want to overdo it.
We'll skip to the rubdown.

[woman] Yes, Madame.

[coughs]

Oh, this is more like it.

Start with the feet.

Oh, marvelous!

Now, between the toes.

[barking, screaming]

I can't stand it anymore. I give up.

I'll take it. Go get her.

Huh?

The shot. I'll take the shot.

Go get her. Go get the vet.

I give up.

The vet's gone, Lucky.
You missed her.

Oh, yeah?

Bummer.

But, hey, I tried to find her, right?

And anyway, what can happen?

Hey, Lucky, one of your spots
just turned pink.

[gasps] Aaah! Wow!

[Rolly] Itchy-swell-anosis.

Now his fur will turn green.

[Spot] Wow!

[Rolly] Yep. Now his nose.

Everybody stay back!

He's highly contagious!

Uggh!

There. Now, was that so bad?

Oh, just give me the cookie!

[Cruella] Ouch!

[diabolical laughter]

Now, Rex Hunter!

Witness the power
of Dr. Wonko's Death-o-matic Ray.

Not available in stores anywhere.

X marks the spot. Heh-heh!

[chuckles] Wonko, Wonko, Wonko.

I hope you realize
my intrepid partner Thunderbolt

is on his way even as we speak.

Let the cur come.

Every entrance has been
hermetically sealed

and sprayed with dog repellant.

It's too late.

Your precious pet has finally
let you down.

[maniacal laughter]

[Thunderbolt snarling]

No!

No, no!

No!

Is it any wonder I'm a cat person?

[Lucky] Hey!

Who shut it off?

Sorry, I thought it was over.

Aw, what's it matter?

All that's left was
a preview of tomorrow's show.

And we know what that will be like.

A little gratuitous violence,
a little male bonding,

a big expl*si*n at the end, kablam!

They're all the same.

I still wanted to see it.

Thunderbolt's the only
excitement I get around here.

Ya lookin' for excitement?

Rumor in the henhouse is
that somebody--

possibly Naomi-- laid an egg...

with two yolks.

[Rolly] Hey, hey, I dug up a shoe...

Open-toed.

Somebody put me
out of my misery.

I wasn't meant to live
the life of a farm animal.

I need adventure, excitement,
like Thunderbolt.

I should be battling
insidious villains,

facing fur-raising danger,

boldly going where no puppy
has gone before.

Welcome to Lucky's
Rich Fantasy Life.

And now back to reality.

[Spot] Shh! Do you hear something?

[dogs barking]

It's a message coming in
on the barking chain, you guys.

Oh, boy, the barking chain.
That's excitement.

It's probably that schnauzer complaining
about his ringworm again.

[barking continues]

It's from Kelly, the big sheepdog
with the control issues.

Lamb... strayed from flock... runaway...

Last seen... spreading a cloud?

That's "heading for town."

Requesting help.

Bark Brigade,
please find lamb and return.

Transmission over.

A lamb? How lame.

Wonder what poor suckers
are gonna get stuck

with that bogus assignment.

Platoon, our fugitive has been
on the lam for six hours.

That means he could be
anywhere in town.

What I want out of every one of you
is a soft-target search, by the book.

No barking, no marking,
no begging for handouts.

Whoopity-doo!

Got a problem there, Cadet Lucky?

Why can't we get
an exciting assignment,

like Thunderbolt does?

Because, grunt, you are no TV star!

This is real life!

So get your tail-draggin' butts into town
and let's fetch that lamb!

[Rolly sniffing]

Yuck! Phew! That lamb's
close by, for sure.

[sniffing]

That's funny. The scent ends here.

Oh, if I didn't know better,

I'd swear this was the old
"garbage in the alley" trap.

[all scream]

Someone's going
to have to re-sort all this for recycling.

[Pug] I'm trapped...

like a bulldog under a grocery cart!

Poor Pug!
He's metaphorically challenged.

[man] Baa-a-a-ad dogs!

You lookin' for me?

You're barkin' up the wrong tree.

I'm no little lost lamb!

I'm Lambo!

[gulp]

Cool!

[Lambo] Let this bee-e-e a warnin'.

I'm never goin' baa-a-ack
to the flock.

Ne-e-ever!

[all] Yow!

I'll have that kid's hide
for car seat covers!

I'll grind his innards into haggis!

I'll...

[snoring]

[groaning]

He'll... probably be
asleep for hours.

Well, now what do we do?

Bark Brigade procedure is clear.

Turn tail and run!

What? At the first sign
of excitement?

No way!

We're gonna march out there
and trap Lambo.

Just like Thunderbolt would do.

But this isn't TV, this is real life.

That could be d-d-dangerous!

I live for danger.

They don't call me
"Luckybolt" for nothin'.

Come on!

All right, who called him "Luckybolt"?

[snoring]

[Spot] I've got a bad feeling
about this.

[snarling]

Ha! I knew you'd get hungry.

Surrender, Lambo.
Resistance is futile.

Buzz off, bow-wow!

Spot, air support!

[Spot squawking]

Patrol, yo!

Nice try!

[brigade yelling]

[chuckles]

[Rolly] I don't remember this
ever happening to Thunderbolt.

[Cadpig] But this is Luckybolt,
the danger never stops.

[Lucky] Just a minor setback.

I've already got a plan
for another trap.

[music box playing
"Mary Had a Little Lamb"]

"Mary Had a Little La-a-a-amb"?
Stop that! It's demeaning!

[song continues]

I said stop that!

Yah!

[crashes]

[Cadpig] Whoops!

[Lambo] Aaaaah!

-Ewww!
-Ptooey!

It's fertilizer!

I wish you hadn't told me that.

Oh, where's Lucky?

[Lambo bleating]

[Lucky] Don't worry, it's all
part of my master plaaaan!

Come on!

And I thought we were
in deep... uh, trouble.

[muffled shouting]

Quit complainin'.

I warned you to leave me beeee!

[mumbling]

Heh-heh!

[Cadpig] Yoo-hoo!
Mr. Lambo, are you in?

Hello, I'm Cadpig,
your crisis facilitator.

I'll be negotiating
today's hostage release.

Nobody's negotiating anything.

You can talk yourself
blue in the face.

Don't mind if I do.

[clears throat]

Perhaps we should start...

… with your need to rebel
against the herd mentality...

… when the urge for self-expression
emerges from the sea of conformity...

… displaying all the classical
eccentric behaviors, manifesting...

[Lambo] Aaaah! Stop that!

It's like fingernails
on the blackboard of my brain!

It's driving me insaaaane!

[moaning]

[Pug] Cadet Capon,

you are to be commended
for your bravery and cleverness.

No one can talk their way
out of a fight like you have.

Thank you, sir.

And as for you, Cadet "Lacky,"
you're a disgrace to this corps!

You deserve to be
in your stubby condition.

[Cadpig] Lucky, are you decent?

Yeah, come on in.

Are you okay?

I will be if my coat
ever grows back.

We helped Pug take
Lambo back to the flock.

Kelly asked us
to thank you personally.

You're a hero, just like on TV.

Some hero. Nothing went
the way I planned it.

The bad guy beat me at every turn,
and look at how it ended.

I got plucked like a chicken.

No offense, Spot.

None taken, baldy!

[theme music plays]