Lady and the Tramp Page #2

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It's something I've done, I guess.

You?

It must be.

Jim Dear and Darling are acting so...

- Jim Dear and Darling?

- Hush, lad.

Now, lassie,

get on with the details.

Well, I first noticed it

the other day

when Jim Dear came home.

Down, Lady, down!

Darling, darling!

Are you all right?

Of course I am.

Why shouldn't I be?

I just can't help worrying.

After all, in your condition,

alone here all day,

and walking that dog...

- That dog!

- That dog?

He's never called me that before.

Well, now, lassie,

I wouldn't worry

my wee head about that.

Remember,

they're only humans, after all.

That's right, Miss Lady.

As my grandpappy,

Old Reliable, used to say...

I don't recollect if I've ever

mentioned Old Reliable before.

Aye, you have, laddie.

- Frequently.

- Yeah.

But now Darling is...

Well...

We've always enjoyed

our afternoon romp together.

But yesterday...

No, Lady. No walk today.

No, Lady.

Not now.

Lady!

Drop that, Lady.

Drop it, I say.

It didn't hurt, really.

But Darling has never

struck me... before.

Now, lassie.

Do not take it too seriously.

After all, at a time like this...

Why, yes, you see, Miss Lady,

there comes a time

in the life of all humans when...

Well, as they put it...

Birds and the bees?

Or... Well...

The stork. You know.

No?

- Well...

- What he's trying to say, lassie,

is Darling is expecting a wee bairn.

Bairn?

He means a baby, Miss Lady.

Oh.

What's a baby?

Well, they resemble humans.

But I'd say a mite smaller.

Aye. And they walk on all fours.

And if I remember correctly,

they bellow a lot.

Aye. And they're very expensive.

You will not be permitted

to play with it.

But they're mighty sweet.

And very, very soft.

Just a cute little bundle.

Of trouble.

Yeah. They scratch,

pinch, pull ears...

But shucks.

Any dog can take that.

It's what they do to your happy home.

Move it over, will you, friend?

Homewreckers, that's what they are.

Look here.

Who are you to barge in?

The voice of experience, buster.

Just wait till junior gets here.

You get the urge for

a nice comfortable scratch,

and, "Put that dog out!

He'll get fleas all over the baby."

You start barking

at some strange mutt.

"Stop that racket.

You'll wake the baby."

And then!

Then they hit you in the room

and board department.

Remember those nice,

juicy cuts of beef?

Forget them.

Leftover baby food.

And that nice,

warm bed by the fire?

A leaky doghouse.

- Oh, dear.

- Do not listen, lassie.

No human is that cruel.

Of course not, Miss Lady.

Why, everybody knows

a dog's best friend is his human.

Come on now, fellas.

You haven't fallen for

that old line, now have you?

Aye. And we've no need for mongrels

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