Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure Page #4

Thats what I like about you, kid.|You got spunk.

- Did you call the pound?|- Yes, dear. They have nt seen him.

Oh, Tramp.|Scamps never been out all night.

- So much could happen.|- Hey, easy, Pidge.

Well find him before he|gets himself in real trouble.

Oh, Miss Lady, maam!

We came as soon as we heard .

Oh! Och! Och!

Uncle Jock! Uncle Trusty !|Scamp ran away !

- What they said!|- Not to worry, little ladies.

Got my grandpappy|Ol Reliables...

keen sense of smell.

Say, have I ever told you girls...

about the time I saved your father|from certain death?

- No!|- No!|- Yep!

Och! Here he goes again.

I told you, therell be|no livin with him.

That Scamp is going to get|into so much trouble when he gets home.

- Yeah.|- Hmph! I dont even want him back.

Yeah. Who cares?|He should know better than to run off.

I bet he gets a slipper right across|his great, big, fat, uh--

Uh, we really do miss him, Mom.

Well be back with your brother|in no time.

Your old mans got twice the speed|and cunning as any dog half his age.

just using a few forgotten muscles,|thats all.

Lady, Tramp, lets go.

Come on. No tellin what mischief|that pups gettin into.

All right, Scampster.

Fetch the can out of the alley.

See ya!

- Its a spook! A spook!|- Its Reggie! Scatter!

Where, oh, where|has my little dog--

We ll, Ill be.|Youre not gettin away this time.

I got you now, you little hoodlum.

Hey ! Hey, now, get off of there !|Whoa! What are you, mad?

You crazy-- Aah!

Thatll get ya hard time|in the pound, fella--

attacking a deputy|animal control officers vehicle.

And a fine modern machine|like this one at that.

Two horsepower,|three miles to the gallon, boy.

Hey.

You saved my life. Nobody else here|would have dared to do that.

- Wow ! Did you see that?|- Is it possible?

Scamp is a canine hurricane.

You did everyone|a big favour, kay?

Oui. You are practically the hero.

-Shouldnt we go after him or something?|-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You got it all wrong, kid. In the|junkyard , its every dog for himself.

I can see were gonna have|to put you to another test.

Any-Anything you say, Buster.

- Will somebody open this thing?|- Okay, okay, okay.

- Is that open enough?|- Magnifique, Mooch.

- Thats using your head.|- Thanks again, huh?

You, uh, comin, tenderfoot?

I hit the thingy.

This is great.|This is living.

I never get to do this at home.|Whoo-hoo!

After I pass my next test,|lm gonna be...

the best junkyard dog|there ever was!

I dont think so, doll.|You may be good...

but youll never be|as good as the master.

- Ah, here we go.|- Rubys right, carnsarnit.

In my day, there was only one stray|by which all dogs was measured.

- The Tramp.|- Huh? What?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes