02x39 - Humanitarian of the Year

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[Cruella] Psst! Over here.
Now listen, I want you two

to take care of this little package.

Um, "take care"? How?

What's in the box, a hamster?

Just hide it or get rid of it somehow.

Normally, I'd say we could,
but we don't have time.

Time?

You just do as I say.

Mm-hmm.

-Ow!
-Now don't dawdle.

I'm meeting the editor
from the town's most prestigious magazine,

The Gruteley Do-Gooder.

If I can show him
what a truly caring

and generous person I am,
the magazine will name me,

Cruella De Vil,
Humanitarian of the Year.

Yeah, but I still don't get it.

Ow!

Remember, if anyone finds this box,

I'll squash you like a bug.

[Nanny] And then she said,

"That would be fine,
bad, greedy lady,

but all we have left is pie!"

[laughter]

Hey, look, Rolly, there he is!

[chuckles]

If we can show that editor
from The Gruteley Do-Gooder

how truly caring
and generous Nanny is,

the magazine will name her
Humanitarian of the Year.

"Humanitarian of the Year."

That'd be great. Truly deserves it.

And then she said,

"You'll never take our farm,
but have another pie!"

Ta-da!

-The end!
-[cheering]

Oh, thank you.

Thank you,
thank you, thank you...

[editor] Oh, that was just beautiful!

Oh...

[sniffles]

-Huh? What's this?
-[horn honking]

Good morning, neighbor.

Have a muffin.

Have a muffin, child.

I baked it myself.

Good morning, neighbor.

Here's a nice, warm muffin for you.

[screams, wails]

You're welcome.

-[chuckling]
-Oh, Mr. Gubble!

-Huh?
-How nice to meet you.

Gah--

Oh no, Nanny has competition!

Yeah, right.

Cruella De Vil,
Humanitarian of the Year?

[laughing]

-[Cadpig] Yeah.
-[laughing]

I think you may
have crossed the road

one too many times, my friend.

B-- but look!
She's with the editor

from The Gruteley Do-Gooder.

I'm delivering food to the less fortunate.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

-Oh, there's some now!
-Hm?

Shall we?

[Cruella] Oh, Anita...

-[both] Huh?
-Roadwork...

how have you two
been holding up?

-Um...
-Here, have some muffins.

Now, now, I insist.

After all, you need your nourishment.

They're a proud people,
but they'd be the first ones

to tell you I definitely should be
Humanitarian of the Year.

Well, uh,
before I make my decision,

I'd like to find out
a little bit more about you.

Ask me anything.

My life is an open book.

I have absolutely nothing to hide.

So where we gonna hide this?

Just dump it in here.

-Okay.
-[thud]

Haha.

No one will ever find it now.

Uh...

Here, I think you dropped this.

[clang]

Ha. No one will ever find it now.

-Never.
-[both] Aah!

Here, I think you dropped this.

[snickers]

Ha. No one will ever find it now.

[both] Huh?

Here, I think you dropped this.

Jasper, where'd you go?

-Right over here, you dummy!
-Ooh!

[grumbling]

[grunts]

[both grunting]

[Jasper] There.

Ha. No one will ever find it now.

-[sniffing sounds]
-Huh?

[both scream]

Spot, calm down.

There's no way Cruella
could ever win Humanitarian of the Year.

Bok, but what if Cruella
lies and convinces

that magazine editor
that she should win?

You saw the muffin mobile.

We gotta do something!

Well, unless we find a box
of incriminating photographs

that prove every
un-humanitarian thing

Cruella's ever done...

-Hey, look what I found!
-Huh?

[Lucky] "Incriminating photos
of Cruella De Vil."

Now that's what I call lucky!

So, this is where you live.

[sighs] It's humble,
I know, but I call it home.

Why, you're neighbors
with the Dearlys.

Who are like family to me.

-Really?
-Oh, yes.

We're sugar-borrowing,
fence-chatting, coffee-klatching

neighbors sharing love,
good times, and mutual respect.

[grunts]

Whoa, here's a picture of Cruella

trying to cheat Roger
and Anita out of their farm!

I want to buy the place.

That moth-eaten Widow Smedley
wouldn't sell it to me.

But you will. Why?

Because, Anita, you work for me

and you want to please me.

So, I'm prepared to offer you...

double what you paid!

Sorry, Cruella,
but your money's no good here.

-Triple it.
-Nope.

-Quadri-triple it.
-No can do.

What do you want, Rudolph?

Name your price.

It's not for sale.

This farm now belongs to us
and the dalmatians.

The dalmatians.

Yes.

Tell me, are there still 101,
or did I manage to take out

a couple of the mutts
when I drove in?

[laughs]

[car door closes]

Well, if you change
your minds, let me know!

Meanwhile,
I hope you all enjoy your little...

Barkingham Palace.

[laughs, wheezes]

Memo to myself:
come up with a diabolical scheme

to steal this farm.

[Cadpig]
That wasn't very humanitarian.

Look at this one!
I remember that day.

Fifteen hundred and eighty two dollars.
That's the exact amount

of Reggie and Anita's
monthly mortgage payment.

Hm, I suppose I should
return it to Anita.

Then again, finders keepers,
losers weepers!

-[thunder rumbles]
-[laughs]

[Rolly] Huh, that was a close one.

[Cadpig] Here's one
with her humanitarian pet, Scorch.

[Spot] Ooh,
things were looking bad that day.

-[both laugh]
-I do believe

the cost of my boots wiped out
the Dearlys' checking account!

Just one pair!

Imagine if the Dearlys
had to replace my entire collection!

Well, they'd be driven
to the poorhouse!

-That's it!
-[grunts]

If I could lure that shoebie,
spotted pup here,

he would chew every shoe!

The Dearlys could
never pay me back!

They'd have to give me their farm!

[Cadpig]
Instead, we gave her the boot!

[Spot] Fashion that, Cruella.

[all laugh]

Oh, take a look at this one!

Oh, take a look at this one!

[Cadpig]
Talk about negative energy.

[gruff, electronic voice]
I am the Cruellanator.

Nothing can stop me.

My secret weapon...

Must attain more wealth

starting with the Dearly Farm.

You know, I love
the Dearlys to pieces.

Why, I gave Rustproof's
little video game business its start.

And I must say,
my caring and generous nature

is an inspiration to him.

[both scream]

Ooh!

[wails]

Hmm.

-[Cruella laughs]
-[Cadpig and Rolly] Look out!

Take a look at me.

[laughs]

A good, hard look!

[Rolly]
What a model citizen. [laughs]

[Spot] Here's one of Anita.

I remember this.

Hmm...

-[phone rings]
-Ow!

[Anita] Okay, okay, I'll be right there.

[rings]

Hello? Roger!

You got the stuff? Great!

No, no, no,
I'm on my lunch break,

-so it's my time, not Cruella's.
-[gasps]

I'll pick up
the other things after work.

I gotta get back to my designs now
for you-know-what.

Bye. Muah!

[muttering] ...now... now.

-[beep]
-[woman on P.A.] Will Anita Dearly

- come to the front desk immediately.
-[beep]

[woman on P. A.] Will Anita Dearly please

pull chair from under desk,
then come to front desk.

[beep]

[groans]

[clears throat]

Get to work.

[door closes]

Poor Anita's career was on the skids

until I hired her
at the House of DeVil.

-Well, my dear...
-Huh?

...are we being brilliant as usual?

Yes, I can see we are.

I can never thank you enough
for letting me work here, Cruella.

[chuckles] No, my dear,
you can't, can you?

-[laughs]
-[phone rings]

[gasps] Answer, it, Anita.

It may be that wonderfully
dim husband of yours.

Hello?

Why, yes, Mr. Puffin. This is--

Hello, Puffin, darling!

Isn't it me you want to speak to?

Er, why, yes, Cruella.

I knew it!

[Puffin] Listen, before I make
the public announcement,

I wanted to congratulate
you for having

the Designer of the Year
working for you.

[scoffs] Darling, I don't work for me,

I am me.

[laughs] Oh, Cruella,
you are such a caution.

No, darling. Not you at all.

Anita's the new
Designer of the Year!

[gasps]

Cruella, are you all right?

[grumbles]

Of course, Anita, dear.

I'm just so full of emotion,

I can barely express my feelings.

[clears throat] Yes, working for me
has been a dream come true for Anita.

[Anita] "Fired"?

Not fired, downsized.

All the big companies are doing it.

It's so in this year!

So, you're out.

But I thought you liked my work.

Oh, I do. You're the best.

But if I downsize
an employee as good as you,

imagine how good
the competition will think

my other employees are.

[phone ringing]

[Cadpig] Cruella sure can be mean.

I know. Poor Anita.

[Spot] Hey, the Chief Firedog Contest.

Cruella was in rare form that day.

[Cruella] "Chief Firedog Contest"?

"Saturday, at the Dearly Farm,
sponsor your favorite puppy

with a donation
to the Grutely Fire Department"?

Oh, do you know what this means?

Balloons and ice cream

and cute, little, happy puppies.

-D'oh!
-No!

It means I'll lose a fortune.

For years, I've been trying to drive

the Grutely volunteers out of business

so I could debut my new product:

the DeVil Dime-A-Drip
Fire Hydrant!

It looks like a fire hydrant,
but it works like a parking meter!

Just drop in your change up here,

and a carefully regulated
ration of water spills out here.

Because with Cruella De Vil,
a drop in my bucket

means a drop in your bucket.

[Rolly scoffs] What civic pride.

Talk about pride. Remember this?

[Cadpig] Oh, the caring, giving Cruella.

I am Cruella De Vil!

My name is synonymous with wealth!

But your fall designs fell flat.

Especially these cheese shoes.

Our only seller was
the Cruella De Vil Halloween costume.

And according to my computations,
profits are down.

Down? Well, of course.

It's quite clear to me
my profits are less...

up than they should be.

Well, that's easily remedied,
isn't it, Scorch?

You're fired!

-[beep]
-[yelps]

Mm-hmm.

Ms. De Vil, I have to say,
it's very refreshing

to find a wealthy person
with such a generous spirit.

[chuckles]

Hey, look at this!

There is one thing
Cruella loves more than money:

her own reflection! [laughs]

[humming]

[gasps] Oh.

Oh, if only there was a quick fix

for my fading bloom of youth.

Why should I, of all people,
have to age? Ow!

There must be a way.

[whirs]

Oh-- Oh.

Aah! Oh!

My eyelash!

[grumbles]

Why do they call it
"super-duper glue" anyway?

Is there nothing that can make me
young again? Ugh.

I'd like to take a picture
of you, Ms. De Vil.

If you win Humanitarian of the Year,
you'll be on the cover of our magazine.

Oh, really?

Are you ready, or would you like
to powder your nose first?

Well, I don't know
about the other candidates

you photographed,
but I don't have a vain bone in my body.

-Ew!
-Gross!

-What is it?
-That's the time

she wanted the Fountain of Youth
by stealing all our water.

[gasps] Look at me.

I'm gorgeous anyway.

Oh, why, I don't need youth.

I just need better lighting.

Muah.

[camera shutter clicks]

Oh my.
You're quite a natural, Ms. De Vil.

-[snickers]
-Ugh!

Oh, you're an animal lover too.

Uh, of course!

I adore animals.

Wake up, chicken!

Huh? [wails]

Forty eight, 49, 50, 51?

Oh, only 51 completed paintings,
and the opening is tonight!

I need 49 paintings
by eight o'clock, bird,

or one deep, fat fryer. Got it?

[wails]

Hm.

Well, well...

looks like three little dalmatians
have lost their way.

Run!

[car screeches]

[Cruella laughing]

-[all yelp]
-Gotcha! Wha--

Gone.

[all sigh]

[Lucky] Boy, this was a close call.

It's amazing,

with everything she's got to do,

she still finds time to torment us.

Hey, look. This was the time

we got a chance to torment her. [laughs]

Ahh.

Oh, isn't that sweet?

My bed is filled with puppy dogs

licking and crawling all over me.

[Cruella screams]

Germs! Disease!

Fleas! [wails]

[coughs]

Tell me a little
about your family, Ms. De Vil.

-Are you married?
-Married?

Well, no.

The truth of the matter is,

I'm too busy doing good deeds

to even think about men.

-Look!
-Ew!

-What is it?
-Oh, just another example

of Cruella's man-ster behavior.

I'm telling you, Cru,
I just don't feel that way about ya.

Mm.

-Oh!
-[grunts]

You're my business rival.

It would be unethical
for me to like you. Aah! Ooh!

Oh, fess up.

Ralphie, darling, who else can it be?

I'm a lot of things, Cru,

but I'm not as dumb as I look. Whoa!

Oh, you're right.

Anyone who wears such gauche
undergarments doesn't have

the taste to appreciate a prize like me.

Welcome,
Baron Von Schnickerdoodle!

Can I get you anything?

A drink? Hors d'oeuvres?

Oxygen?

Memo to myself:
make this a short engagement.

[thunder crashes]

[screams]

Ooh! Hello, sailor!

What do you say you and I find

a little island to get stranded on? Hmm?

Okay, boys, just leave
my essentials with half-pint here.

[growls, screams]

And I'll be back
after this three-hour tour.

[purrs]

[gulps]

[sighs]

Oh!

[Lucky] And that was certainly
a photo opportunity.

-[laughing]
-Okay, we all know

Cruella's a self-serving,
money-grubbing animal hater.

Let's get these photographs
to that editor guy

before he names her
Humanitarian of the Year!

Quick! Before she comes out!

[editor]
Well, thank you so much, Ms. De Vil,

for that lovely tea and showing me around
your wonderful home.

Well, I'm so glad you could drop by.

And I don't mind saying
you have a very good chance

of becoming Humanitarian of the Year.

well, that would be quite an honor,

but I always say just doing for others

-is reward enough for me.
-[car starts]

Adieu , Ms. De Vil.

So, uh, you think
he'll find the photos?

[gasps]

He found 'em.

What?

[Cruella crying] No!

I don't know what she's so angry about.

-The magazine gave her quite an honor.
-It did?

She made number one

on Gruteley's Top 10
Worst Dressed list.

[Cruella sobs]

[theme music playing]