Oh, excellent! I love getting a bath!
It makes my fur so silky smooth!
Yeah! Heh-heh!
Tramp Just the same, Scamp. When you live in a house, you need to be clean.
Heh. Well, then, I'm glad I'm a wild dog!
[Tramp rolls his eyes]
Tramp, I hope you're not making a mess in there.
Tramp All right, Whirlwind, time to settle down. Why don't you go play with Junior?
Scamp! Oh, no! What a mess!
Uh-oh.
This time, you've gone too far! You've left me no choice. [Scamp nervously backs away and bumps into Tramp, who has an angry look on his face. Scamp has an "Uh-oh!" look on his face, and gives a nervous laugh.] Some dogs just have to learn the hard way. [Scamp whimpers as he's about to be chained to the doghouse.] Maybe chaining you up will teach you a lesson. I'm sorry, Pal, but I just don't know what else to do.
Serves him right.
Simply incorrigible.
He brought this on himself.
Tramp?
Tramp Best thing Jim Dear could've done for our boy; chaining him up.
Oh, Tramp. He's never been chained up before. He's just a pup.
Tramp He has to learn to live by the rules of the house. Firm discipline molds a pup into a dog.
Tramp Yeah, pidge, but I found you. And if it weren't for you I'd've wound up in the pound. I'm just trying to protect him. He'll understand someday.
Tramp I thought you might be hungry. [Scamp sniffs the food in the bowl, then pushes it back in disgust.] I'm sorry, pal. You just gonna have to shape up, that's all.
I always get blamed for everything.
Tramp Sometimes, it's hard being part of a family. You have to obey certain rules.
But I wanna run wild and free; like a real dog! [trips over chain] Oof!
Tramp Son, the world out there's full of traps. Here, you-you have a family that loves you.
As long as I do as you say. [sighs heavily, then talks softly] Pop, I just don't feel like I belong here. Didn't you ever feel this way?
Tramp I was just like you when I was your age. [scratches himself]
You were never like me. [scratches himself exactly the way Tramp did] You've been a housedog all your life. How would you know?
Tramp Oh, you'd be surprised. Scamp, I'm only trying to protect you.
Tramp Those're the rules, son.
All I ever hear's rules, rules, rules! "Don't do this!" and "Don't do that!" What good are teeth and-and claws if you can never use them?! [howls]
Tramp Stop that howling!
I can't help it, Pop! Wild dogs howl at the moon!
Tramp There'll be no wild dogs in this family!
Then maybe I don't wanna be in this family!
Tramp Like it or not, you ARE a part of this family, and until you start acting like it, you can just get used to being out here every night!!! [Tramp leaves and goes inside sadly, Lady watches Scamp jump on the roof of the dog house, she gives a hopeless sigh, and goes inside as well leaving Scamp alone to calm down]
Oh, Tramp, Scamp's never been out all night so much could happen.
Tramp Hey, easy, Pidge. We'll find him before he gets him self in real trouble.
Oh, miss Lady, ma'am?
We came as soon as we heard. [struggles, and finally gets through the fence.]
Uncle Jock! Uncle Trusty!
Scamp ran away!
What they said!
Not to worry, little ladies. Got my grandpappy Ol' Reliable's keen sense of smell. [sniffs] Say, have I ever told you girls about the time I saved your father from certain death?
No.
Ach! Here he goes,again. I told you, there'll be no living with him.
I bet he gets a slipper right across his great, big, fat...! [looks up at Lady who has an stern look. Danielle nervously laughs, pretending to care about Scamp] We really do miss him, Mom. [nervously smiles]
Tramp We'll be back with your brother in no time. Your old man's got the speed and cunning dog half his age. [clumsily jumps on the dog house, Annette, Collette, and Danielle are chuckling, and Lady and Trusty are also smiling] [kidding around] Just using a few forgottin' muscles, that's all.
Tramp Come on! No telling what mischief that pup's getting into.
Oh, we'll find him. You were the best street dog there ever was. And I still have faith in the old Tramp.
Tramp Old Tramp? Hmm. If only the old Tramp was still here.
Slick move. Lost him.
Tramp Don't bet on it. [Scamp turns around and sees Tramp he shows a scared look and notices a picket fence with a door behind him he runs and tries to open it but it's locked, now he's got nowhere to go and Tramp's walking closer toward him] [calm voice] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, slow down there, Whirlwind.
Tramp I know. I know. Easy. I just wanna talk, so um how ya' doin' out here?
It's great, Dad. The Junkyard Dogs have taught me all the tricks. I go wherever I want, do whatever I please. No chains, no fences--
Tramp No regard for someone else's lunch? [makes Scamp look at the chicken]
That's how it is out here on the streets. But then, you know all about that, don't you? You make the rules, Dad, but you didn't have to follow them when you were my age. Is that why you didn't tell me you were a street dog?
Tramp I didn't want that life for you. Because I found something better. I found love.
Oh. Aw. Ain't that beautiful? I think I'm getting all misty-eyed here.
Tramp I see you haven't changed a bit.
So, here we are again. Just like old times, before you turn your back on everything that makes a dog a dog.
He says you walked out on him.
Tramp After I met your mother, I guess Buster just got jealous.
You ditched me!
Tramp I fell in love!
You made your choice! Now it's his turn to choose. [to Scamp] Come on, kid.
Tramp You don't know what he's really like, son. You're coming home.
You hear that, kid? Daddy's telling you what to do again.
Tramp You don't belong here.
And he's leading you back to a life on the chain. I'm offering you freedom.
Scamp.
Tramp Scamp.
Scamp.
Tramp Scamp!
Make your choice, kid.
Tramp He doesn't have a choice! I know what's best for him! [Tramp tries to block Scamp, but Scamp jumps out of his way and runs towards Buster]
No! You know what's best for you! [Tramp's shocked with what his son just said] Well, I'm not you, Dad! I'm a junkyard dog!
Tramp I guess there are some things you...have to learn on your own. When you've had enough...our door is always open. [starts to walk away]
House dog to the end. What'd I tell ya, kid? You can't teach an old dog new tricks. [Scamp happily pants because he thinks he's getting what he wants]
Hey, Scamp-ski! This for all you've done, kid. [runs toward Scamp and yanks his collar off, Scamp drops to the ground and sees his collar on the ground] Ya did it, kid. You're at the top of the peek now, a junkyard dog!
You made it to the pack!
You're a doll, doll face!
I'M A JUNKYARD DOG! [he slides into a drawer and stops in front of Angel, who's angry at him for what he just did to Tramp and his own family.]
C'mon, Angel.
He's your father, go after him. You're not like the rest of us. You're good and decent. Kind. The streets will beat that out of you if you stay!
But I made it! This's everything that I've ever dreamed of.
Dreamed of what?! This?! [kicks a can full of garbage down, causing Scamp and the Junkyard Dogs to gasp in horror.] You have a home and a family that loves you! You're not like the rest of us, Scamp.
Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right. Let's see, uh, uh, he's good and decent and kind. Is that it, Scampy? [sniffles and sobs] You wanna be a widdle house doggie?
Hey, cut it out! She's the one who wants to be a house dog, not me! [the Junkyard Dogs gasp in shock] Oh, no. I didn't mean that!
Is that true, Angel baby?
I don't think a family's so bad.
You hear that, boys? She wants to be a little house pet!
Oh, she wants to be a little house pet!
Gonna wear ribbons.
You ain't no junkyard dog.
That's right, Buster, I'm not, Not anymore. Oh, and uh, I'm not your girl.
There's going to be trouble!
Maybe you do belong here. [flees]
Oh, come on! Where is your sense of humor?
Come on, Angel!
Aw, who needs her? Let her go find some sniveling little family. That's where she belongs.
Tramp Son.
I'm so sorry. [sighs] I shouldn't have run away.
Tramp Whirlwind, maybe I was also being a little too tough on you. I don't see any harm in the two of us going down to the river once in a while to bay at the moon. What do ya say?
Tramp Your old man's still got a few good howls left in him.
I found him. Oh, I found him for sure! This time, I found him!
Ach! You found nothing! Again! So far, you've found 6 cats, 3 gophers, 2 rabbits--
Aw, go easy on him, Uncle Jock.
No, I'll not go easy on him, Scamp! 5 flyin' pigs, a wildebeest-- [suddenly shocked] Ach! Scamp?!
Why, it is Scamp!
Aye! I'll never hear the end of this one either.
Tramp Ready to go home, Whirlwind?
Not quite, Pop. There's one last thing I gotta take care of.
Do my eyes deceive me? Hey, Scamp! Scamp-a-doodle! You escaped the Pound!
You can keep your motto! [turns around and shakes his collar back on his neck] But not this. [his tag sparkles, happily sighs] I'm going home where I belong. [Tramp smiles at his son for doing the right thing]
Tramp That's my boy!
Lets go home, pop!
I'll get-- Come back here! You can't leave me here! You're nothing but a house pet!
It's a good look for you, Buster. The garbage adds some class.
I think a home sounds nice.
With lots of children and hugs and kisses.
Au revoir, Buster. It has been, as you say, beautiful.
Dogs! You can't leave me here! I was only kidding. Buster's trouble, ain't Buster's trouble. Come on! Buster's trouble is everybody's trouble!
