02x13 - Oozy Does It/Barnboozled

[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! ♪

All right, where are they?

I just know those brats
are around here somewhere.

Whenever there's a perfect day
at my pond,

they always come and spoil it.

Well, they won't get past me this time.

-Nuh-uh.
-[Lucky] Cannonball!

Yeah!

[all scream]

-[laughs]
-Yipee!

-Aah!
-Yeah!

[grumbles]

[grumbles]

Beat it, you dotted delinquents!

This is my pond.

Actually, Hiccup Hole
is part of mother nature's garden.

It's here for us all to enjoy.

[laughter, overlapping chatter]

Hm.

[all laughing]

[laughs]

[laughs]

-Take that!
-[screams]

[all laughing]

You're all wet!

[screams]

[laughing]

[screams]

[grunts]

[screams]

Guys! Guys, help me!

I'm-I'm blue!

Oh, Spot.

These little side trips
to Unhappy Land have to stop.

She thought I meant blue.

That's nice. Ah, yeah, blue.

Uh-huh. I meant blue!

-[screams]
-[gasps]

Ugh. Look what
they've done to my pond.

Look what they've done to me.

Whoa!

[puppies groan]

Yuck. Pollution.

How could someone so callously
violate nature's bathtub?

Yeah, looks more like
nature's toilet bowl.

Yeah, there ought to be a law

against dumping gunk
into an innocent stream.

Besides, these toxins
can cause side effects.

[screams]

[Spots] We love you, Spot!

[Spots giggle]

There is a law.
Dumping crud's ill*gal,

and we're not gonna rest
until we find out who did this.

Let's follow the trail.

Hey, let's hop on this truck
and see where it came from.

[both grunt]

-[truck door closes]
-[all grunt]

[Spot] Pollution hurts.

[truck door closes]

[Cadpig] Do you see anything?

It's Horace and Jasper.

That means only one person
could be behind this.

[person grunts]

♪ Livid jeans are quite fat free ♪

♪ The way you know you wanna be ♪

♪ Jeans so tight, they bite! ♪

[purrs]

-[click]
-Fabulous! Mwah!

I am simply sensational
in my new commercial.

Don't you agree?

Of course you do.

I pay you to agree.

-She pays you?
-[Cruella] Never you mind that!

There should be another load
of our little blue problem

for you to dispose of by now.

Where should we take this batch?

How should I know?

I don't know anything
about your ill*gal doings.

[chuckles] Just dump it.

Well, we might as well
take it back to that stream.

It's a place as good as any to dump it.

We gotta think
of a way to stop 'em.

We could flatten the tires.

Hm, I know.

We'll flatten the tires.

'Kay.

[Spot] Make way.

Step aside.

Poultry comin' through.

Ahem.

[wails]

[all scream]

I thought alien mutants
from other planets was green.

Well, of course they're green.
Everybody knows that.

-Then how come those are blue?
-Aliens?

[all screaming]

[screams]

[all grunt]

Hey, you two! Get back to work!

Actually, I prefer a relaxed fit.

[screams]

[all grunt]

[gasps]

[screams]

[screams]

-[grunts]
-This way!

[groans] We failed!

Hiccup Hole is doomed!

Don't succumb
to that negative thought pattern!

If we don't do something, who will?

But we're just puppies!

Not just any puppies, Rolly.

We're dalmatian puppies.

And a chicken.

And that gives me an idea
for a two-parter plan.

Come on, we'll head 'em off!

[barking]

You know, we could go faster
if we didn't have a flat tire.

Thanks for the tip, Einstein.

-[puppies grunt]
-Okay, now what?

Stick your beak through that hole.

-How come?
-Just do it.

Now, Spot.

Ugh, now we've got two flat tires.

Hm, well, they're just gonna get
the tires repaired.

And then more dumping
of gunk into Hiccup Hole.

Don't worry,
it's time for part two of my plan.

The second part of your plan

better not have anything
to do with my beak.

No, Spot.

Now we take matters into our own paws.

Unless we get off our tails
and do something now,

Hiccup Hole is gonna be ruined forever.

Sometimes a small group
can make a big difference.

But that's only if we're willing
to get out there and try.

So, if you're with me, let's go!

[animal chatter]

Okay, guys, you know the plan.

Start digging!

They're coming!

Steven! Chowtime!

[both whistling]

Captain.

[neighs]

Everybody haul tail!

[screams]

[screams]

[Cruella] What a ravishing day!

Almost as if I designed it myself.

[inhales, exhales]

Fresh air,

sparkling water...

humongous glowing blue
tsunami of slime?

[screams]

Yuck.

That'll show old Cruella
what pollution's all about.

Ugh! My pool!

I'll sue! Who's responsible for this?

Afternoon, ma'am. Ooh.

Fools. My pool is ruined!

And whoever heard of Cruella De Vil
with blue and white hair?

There ought to be a law
against dumping gunk like this.

There is.

But you told us to ignore it.

But I didn't know
that it was going to affect me.

This is an environmental disaster.

What she said.

[both] Note to myself:

no longer pollute
local rivers and streams.

It directly affects me.

[beep]

My Hiccup Hole is as beautiful as ever.

No more pollution.

[Lucky] Cannonball!

[all laugh]

Except for the spotted variety.

-[rooster crows]
-[laughter]

Whoohoo!

Whee!

[laughs]

Whee!

[screams]

-[thud]
-[Spot wails]

Ow. I think I pulled a nugget.

[laughs]

Come on, let's do it again!

[Cruella] I want those filthy animals out.

-[growls]
-[Cruella] Out, out, out!

[barking]

Look at this mess.

They've turned this place into a barn.

-[Spot screams]
-This is a barn!

Our barn!
And you can't kick out our animals!

You. Speak.

After months of mindless research,

Ms. De Vil's legal team has uncovered
a clause in the bill of sale...

By which her ancestor, Augusto De Vil,
did relinquish ownership of this property.

But that was in 1732!

And you thought
we'd forget it just like that.

[Cruella] Read the fine print.

"The area located one half mile north
of Trickle Creek

will truly and verily be bestowed

upon the meanest living member
of the De Vil family line."

And that, by happy coincidence,
would be me.

Let me see that.

All right, here,
you left something out.

"Said member of the De Vil family

must establish residency
by dwelling therein

for a period of 24 hours
or else possession shall revert

to the owners
of the surrounding property."

Yes, yes, yes,
and exactly what does that mean?

It means you...

...have to live in the barn overnight...

...or the Dearlys get it back.

A slumber party?

-With those things?
-[all growling]

Oh, it'll be tough, but they'll manage.

[grunts]


Memo to myself:

draw up plans for De Vil Meat Packing
Plant and Petting Zoo.

-[beep]
-I love synergy.

Cruella's moving into the barn?

Oh, we'll all be homeless!

Starving puppies
going from door to door,

begging for scraps.

I have always depended
upon the kibble of strangers.

Aw, she's bluffing.

No way she'll move into this old barn.

A little more, a little more...

[Cruella] A little less. A little less.

Just bluffing, huh?

All right, Cruella,
I can't stop you from moving in,

but you have to stay a full 24 hours.

Not one second less.

And, uh, I'll be watching.

[sighs] Scorchy...

the sacrifices one must make.

Now where's my cappuccino maker?

I'm right here, ma'am.

Oh, man!
She's taking over the whole barn!

At least we still got TV.

[man 1] Next on The All Dog Network,

Thunderbolt P.I.
collars the crooks when...

[applause]

[man 2] Next on The All Fashion Network,

the latest look from the fall line
of Jean Claude Zurrel.

-Can't wait.
-[beep]

Memo to myself:
have Jean Claude Zurrel deported

and steal his fall fashion ideas.

[beep]

-[squeaking]
-Oh!

[toy squeaks]

Uh! What is that noise?

How can I concentrate
with that awful squeaking?

Bring that... thing here.

[squeaking continues]

See? I fixed it.

Now it doesn't make
that awful squeaking anymore.

[whimpers]

Yep, the world may turn against ya,

but food is always your friend.

Cruella!

Ah, Emilio,

my favorite overpriced nutritionist.

Command me.

What shall I eat today?

Stop!

[sniffs]

Oh, there's red meat in here!

Oh, my arteries
are clogging as we speak!

-Maybe it's the cows.
-[Emilio] No...

[sniffs] No, it's coming from...

this!

-[whimpers]
-You need some of this.

There, a healthy "carputi"
plankton chowder.

Aah! It's alive!

Ohh, that feels divine.

Like tiny feet running
up and down my back.

[leg cracks]

All right.

Time for the hydro-jet
whirlpool water therapy.

Ugh! There's no room
for the jacuzzi.

There's got to be some place.

This is awful.

She's taken our stuff,
she's taken our space,

she's taken our food.

Look on the bright side.

At least we still have our self-respect.

Spot, we're living in a bookcase.

All right, that's it!

Time to take action.

[barking]

Just a good night's sleep

and tomorrow morning,
the barn will be mine.

[sighs] It's almost too easy.

[laughs]

[puppies barking]

What?

Quiet, you little beasts!

[puppies barking]

[both moo]

[neighs]

[all clucking]

[snorts, bellows]

I can't stand it anymore!

I'm leaving!

Leaving this psycho zone

and entering a plane of tranquility.

-Ah, that's better.
-[beach sounds play]

[Lucky] There it is!

She loves that thing.
She'll have to come after it.

[snoring]

What?

Hey! That's my Memo Master 3000!

Give it to me, you little runt!

Whoa!

Wait, if I step outside, I lose my claim.

And I know that miserable Robbie
is on the lookout.

But nothing says
I can't stick my hand outside.

[grunts]

[all grunting]

Oh!

Whoa!

[grunts]

Aah!

[Cruella] Memo to myself...

buy new Memo Master.

[shattering]

[creaking]

[all grunting]

[all grunting]

[all gasp]

[all grunting]

[crash]

[rooster crows]

We're running out of time!

If we could only reach
Cruella's inner child,

maybe she'd let us stay.

Cadpig, Cruella's inner child
is probably doing 10 to 20

in a juvenile detention center.

No, Cadpig's right.

Maybe we can't drive Cruella out.

But we can make her like us
enough to keep us around.

Too bad I'm not a masseuse.

And I'm not a nutritionist.

And I'm not a manicurist.

If only I had an idea.

[snoring]

Ooh, that's wonderful.

[sniffs]

Ah, a hand bath. Mm.

Hm?

Oh, and a massage too.

Ah, it's like little, tiny feet
running up and down my back.

Ah, oh, isn't that sweet.

My bed is filled with puppy dogs

licking and crawling all over me.

[Cruella screams]

Germs! Disease! Fleas!

Oh!

[coughing]

-[animal chatter]
-[Cruella screams]

Well, Cruella, you left the barn.

From now on,
we own it and the puppies stay.

Fine.

[Cruella coughs]

[theme music playing]