102 Dalmatians Page #3

You shouldn't believe

what people say. I don't.

You can't turn all these dogs

loose in the city.

- Give us another chance.

- I'm not the one running a charity here.

- [Growling]

- Maybe you can get away with this...

- [Growling, Barking]

- [Laughing]

[Yapping]

You and your mangy pack

are out of here tomorrow!

- [Crash]

- You'd better not leave

any of this junk about!

[Waddlesworth] Next time I'll bite

your bum, you smelly little git.

Don't worry.

Everything'll be all right.

Oh, Dottie,

they're absolutely beautiful.

Aren't they, Dipstick?

You must be very proud.

[Squeaking]

[Squeaking Continues]

You are an odd one,

aren't you?

There you go.

Now you should get

some rest.

Come on, Dipstick.

It's smaller

than I remember.

I k-kept everything

just as you l-left it.

Oh, come, Fluffy.

- [Snarling]

- We'll share a bath.

An interminable soak...

scented with lavender...

and a drop of Sumatran...

[Gasps]

- [Gasps]

- Tsk-tsk-tsk.

[Tsking Continues]

Never mind.

I think I'll enjoy

doing a little dusting.

- Oh, Fluffy, a bath...

- [Continues Snarling]

Followed by a nap...

- submerged

in feather pillows and satin...

- [Door Opens]

- [Cruella Screams]

- [Yips]

- [Gasps]

- Alonzo!

[Panting]

Fur! It's everywhere!

Lock them away!

Bury them beyond sight and memory!

- Even the Mongolian

pony skin trousers and the...

- Now!

[Grunts]

And this!

[Panting]

Is it safe?

[Whispering, Panting]

Yes, it's s-safe.

- I do not believe it.

- [Barks]

How could they release

that... that...

I pity the poor probation officer

that has to look af...

Oh, no.

No, it's not possible.

- Oh!

- [Barks]

Well, I refuse.

I'm not doing it.

- What?

- [Whines]

You remember her, don't you?

- You remember

what she almost did to you.

- [Whines]

Dipstick.

Okay.

I'll do it for you.

And for the family.

- [Gasps]

- [Gasps]

- Miss De Vil.

- Yes?

You're five minutes late.

It's a good start.

Well, perhaps your clock's fast.

I'm your probation officer,

Chloe Simon.

Yes, of course you are.

And we're going to be

such friends.

Mmm. Friends.

You are going to help me be

a useful member of society, aren't you?

Find me

a little niche somewhere?

Could you manage something

with puppy dogs?

I see you as a coal miner...

or something

in the sewers, perhaps.

Ah, I see.

Oh!

You have doggies?

Yes, and I don't want you

looking at them.

I'm sorry, l...

Listen, can we just be

sensible about this?

Yes! Let's.

Well, must dash.

Bye.

This is your last chance,

Mr. Button.

When the press sees what

you're doing to these poor dogs...

you'll be the most hated man

in London.

I don't see any press...

but I can guarantee

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