102 Dalmatians Page #2

Listen.

I won't say it again.

No pay stub,

no probation.

- Dog shelter suits me.

- [Squeaks]

- L-I think I found meself.

- Mm-hmm.

Here's a snap of me

with the dogs.

Uh, that's the boss.

He's a top bloke.

You'd love him.

Ah. Told ya.

Drooler got ahold of it.

Ewan, this is an I.O.U.

- Well, we're a bit tight

on funds at the moment.

- Chloe, this is...

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Ewan was just off.

All right.

Thanks, miss.

Uh, next week, then?

Yes. With pay stubs.

Am I being clear?

Uh, supremely.

- Keep the photo.

- [Squeaks]

[Laughing] You do put

the fear of God into them, Chloe.

- Which is why I've chosen you to...

- [Phone Rings]

- Is it...

- Line three!

- Hello?

- [Dog Barks On Phone]

- Is it...

- Yes! Stay there!

- Keep breathing,

and I'll be there in a second.

- [Laughing]

Oh! Ah.

Oh!

[Excited Giggling]

Goodness.

- Hurry!

- [Both Blow Kisses]

- See you soon!

- Chloe! Chloe!

You forgot this.

W-What... Ah.

[Mumbling]

- [Grunting]

- [Barking]

[Snarling]

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Are you two at it again?

Kevin, how many times

have I had to tell you...

it's pointless for you humans

to play tug-of-war against us dogs.

Come on, Drooler!

Hit him with both barrels!

[Parrot]

Yes! You got it!

He's ours! He's down!

He's... He's getting up!

Well, I always say,

if you can't stand the heat, cheat!

Hurry, boys!

Get in there!

We dogs need to

stick together.

All right, Chomp,

sock it to him!

- [Snarling]

- [Groans]

Can you dig it, Digger?

Let's get ready to tumble!

Hey! Hey!

That's not fair!

Yes, it is!

All's fair in tug-of-war!

I took you misfits in

out of the goodness of my heart,

and this is how you repay me?

[All Whining]

That's pathetic, Kev. How many times

you gonna fall for that one?

I managed to get another week

out of my probation officer, boss.

Think she quite fancies me.

Come on, boys.

It's grub time.

Where'd you get

that dog food?

Didn't pinch it, did you?

No. I'm done

with all that.

There you go.

- Fill your belly.

- Come on.

Good girl.

[Ewan]

Okay, who's next?

Hey.

Fill 'er up, Kev.

I'm a very hungry dog.

Oh, thank you.

Hey! Hey, wait!

Come back with my grub!

Come on, Waddlesworth.

Today's the day.

Fly up to your house, and then I'll

feed you. Come on, Waddlesworth, fly!

No, I've told you once, I've told you

a hundred times:
We dogs can't fly!

[Barks]

See? Now stand aside, birdbrain.

Save some for tomorrow. I don't know

where our next meal's coming from.

Me mum always said, "When

the heart hopes, hope comes knocking."

"'Eart 'opes"?

[Knocking On Door]

Hope comes knocking.

[Knocking Continues]

[Gasps]

What? Evicted?

But you said...

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