101 Dalmatians

[Barking]

[Clock bell tolling]

[Male narrator] My story

begins in London.

Not so very long ago.

And yet so much

has happened since then,

that it seems more like an eternity.

At that time, I lived with my pet,

in a bachelor flat

just off Regent's park.

[Playing notes]

It was a beautiful spring day,

a tedious time of the year

for bachelors.

Oh. That's my pet, Roger.

Roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts.

[Chuckles] No. No,

I'm the one with the spots.

My name's Pongo.

And you know, as far as I could see,

the old notion that a bachelor's

life was so glamorous

and carefree was all nonsense.

It was downright dull.

[Sighs]

It was plain to see

that my old pet needed someone.

But if it were left up to Roger,

we'd be bachelors forever.

He was married to his work.

Writing songs.

Songs about romance, of all things,

something he knew

absolutely nothing about.

Oh, he's intelligent enough,

as humans go.

And I think you could say

that Roger is a rather

handsome animal in his way.

I could see no reason why my pet

didn't deserve an attractive mate.

At least, I was determined

to do my best.

Of course, dogs are a pretty

poor judge of human beauty.

[Sighs] But, I had a rough

idea of what to look for.

Hmm. Unusual breed.

[Chuckles] Very unusual.

[Chuckles] Oh, surely not.

Well, now, what have we here?

Hmm.

Well, a little too short-coupled.

Nope.

I say... Oh, well I do say!

Now, there's a fancy breed.

Hmm... Perhaps

a little too fancy.

Yes. That's much too fancy.

Too old.

Too young.

It was a problem. A real problem.

Well, now that's a bit more like it!

The most beautiful

creature on four legs.

Oh, now, if only the girl...

Well! She's very lovely too.

It was almost too good to be true.

I'd never find another pair like

that, not if I looked for 100 years.

Ah, they're heading for the park.

A perfect meeting place...

if I could only arrange it.

Uh-oh... but Roger never

stopped work 'till after 5:00.

That would be too late.

[Barking]

[Moans, yawns]

After 5:
00 already.

- Fancy that.

- [Barking]

All right, Pongo. All right, boy.

[Barking]

[Yipping]

Pongo, boy, take it easy!

What's all the hurry?

[Barking]

Pongo, boy, slow down.

I was afraid we'd missed them.

Perhaps they passed on by the park.

Then suddenly... I spotted them.

It was a perfect situation

if I planned it right.

I couldn't depend on Roger.

I knew what he'd do.

He'd settle on the grass, puff

his pipe and that would be it.

No, it was all up to me.

Well.

At first I had no particular plan,

just anything to attract attention.

You know, stir things up a bit.

Pongo, you silly old thing! Come on.

C'mon, let's have it, boy.

- Pongo!

- [Yipping]

Pongo!

[Barking]

[Pongo] For a while, it seemed to work.

At least they had seen one another.

Things were going along first-rate.

But for some strange reason they left!

C'mon, you old renegade.

We're going home.

[Pongo] But I wasn't giving up.

I was determined that, somehow,

they just had to meet.

- Oh!

- Ohhh!

I beg your pardon. I'm so sorry.

Please excuse me.

- I must say, what on earth!

- Oh, dear!

Oh, really. Good heavens.

Of all the...

- Ohh!

- Ahh, ahh!

[Gasping, coughing]

Oh, my new spring suit

and my new hat!

[Roger] Ah, ah... I'm terribly sorry.

Please let me help you.

I'm so sorry. Pongo, you...!

I don't know what's come over him.

I'm terribly sorry. He's never

acted this way before. I...

[woman] Never mind. Never mind.

Please, just go away.

You've done enough.

Please? Oh.

Oh, I say. Here, take mine.

Oh.

[Both giggle]

[Both laughing]

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