[A few weeks later, the puppies have grown and now have their spots, names, and red and blue-colored collars with their tags, as they watch their favorite TV show with their parents: The Adventures of Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt himself is in hot pursuit of his chief enemy, Dirty Dawson, who shoots his pistol to annihilate Thunder.]
C’mon, Thunderbolt.
J Jewel
C’mon, Thunderbolt.
F Fidget
[Dawson keeps firing at Thunderbolt, who is catching up closer to him.]
Go get him, Thunder.
Rolly [barks to root for Thunderbolt]
He’ll get that dirty ol’ horse thief.
J Jewel
Old Thunderbolt’s the greatest dog in the whole world.
He’s even better than Dad.
No dog’s better than Dad.
What’s he going to do, Dad?
Shh, shh. Let’s just wait and see.
TT Two-Tone
[Thunderbolt climbs on a rock outcrop to look out for Dirty Dawson, to which Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer look over the couch arm likewise. They then see Dawson slink past some rocks and behind a cliff wall]
Look at him run, the old coward.
That old dirty Dawson! The yellow-livered old skunk! I’d like to tear his gizzard out.
Why, Patch, where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother. [angrily scowls at Pongo, who smirks back at her]
Don’t worry, Penny. He’ll get that yellow-livered… Well, he’ll get him, all right.
TT Two-Tone
Lucky, get down. We can’t see.
Mother, make him get down.
C’mon, Lucky. Down, dear.
Missed him! Missed him by a mile!
Rolly I’m hungry, mother. I’m hungry.
Rolly, you’ve just had your dinner.
Rolly But I am, just the same. I’m so hungry I could eat… a whole elephant.
JD Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer
Shh!
There he is, behind that rock.
D Dipstick
[The puppies watch with curiosity as Dawson pulls the trigger and blasts Thunderbolt off screen, causing the puppies to hide from the brutality.]
Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.
He missed him. Ol’ Thunder’s pretending… I think. See? What did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.
TT Two-Tone
Lucky, get down.
DD Dirty Dawson
We want to go fighting, Thunder.
[bolts away from the TV set and barks at Dawson]
Rolly [Just as he laughing, Thunderbolt wakes up and fiercely tackles him. The two enemies fight at one another as he falls off a cliff and into a river below. All the puppies bark to cheer their TV hero on.]
I’m hungry, Mother. I really am.
TA TV Announcer
[Before Thunderbolt stands on cliff, the announcer interrupts their program]
Don’t miss next week’s episode. Who will triumph?
TA TV Announcer
[A bust of Thunderbolt barks and appears on a dog biscuit box being held by the TV announcer]
And speaking of champions, friends, Kanine Krunchies is the champion of all dog biscuits.
KK Kanine Krunchies Chorus
♪Kanine Krunchies can’t be beat, They make each meal a special treat, Happy dogs are those who eat nutritious Kanine Krunchies! Kanine Krunchies all contain Selected meat and wholesome grain, Toy Chihuahua and Great Dane All love Kanine Krunchies!♪
Perdy, we better get these little nippers off to bed if we’re going for a w-a-l-k.
We want to go too, Mother.
J Jewel
Can we, Mother? Can we?
TT Two-Tone
We never get to go.
Come along, children. Bedtime.
But we’re not a bit... [yawns] Sleepy. We want to go for a walk in the park.
Better do as your mother says. [counts the puppies to keep track.] One, two, three, four… five, six… seven… eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…
Rolly I’m not sleepy. I’m hungry.
Fourteen... Hmm? [sees Lucky sitting back at the TV set]
KK Kanine Krunchies Chorus
So... Do what all the smart dogs do, And you'll feel great the whole day through, You can be a champion too, If you eat Kanine Krunchies!
TA TV Announcer
Now, Remember, friends. Just send five…
[turns off the TV and carries Lucky off to bed]
Lucky, you little rascal, let’s go.
[Meanwhile, back at Smedley Farm, Sgt. Tibbs, and Colonel sit outside on a horse-drawn wagon as theywait patiently and perk up their ears for the barking chain] [sticks his head out to ask his superior a question]
Any news, Colonel?
Not a blasted thing. They're lost or captured, or something, or other. Who knows what.
[sees Cruella's car driving down the road]
Colonel, sir, Colonel! Here she comes a car.
Oh, come now, Tibs. Don't be ridiculous. They wouldn't be driving.
Yes, I know, sir. But it's heading for Hell Hall. It... It's stopping at the gate!
It is? Blast it all, Tibbs! Better see what's up. On the double, man. On the double!
Yes, sir. [jumps on Colonel's back as they head for the de Vil mansion]
[respectfully wishes Colonel and Tips a good luck]
Righto, sir.
Q Quizmaster
I'm sorry, Mr. Simpkins. The answer is no. No, no, no, no. Six down, four to go.
IG Inspector Graves
Ah, was this a single item or a number of things?
Q Quizmaster
[Horace plugs his ears, and Jasper raises the volume on the TV set]
It must be a yes or no question, Inspector.
[An angry Cruella de Vil catches Jasper and Horace watching television]
I've got no time to argue. I tell you it's got to be done tonight. [turns off the TV] Do you understand?! Tonight!
But they ain't big enough.
You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.
[spying]
Dog-skin Coats?! Dog-skin coats?!
Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait! The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!
Any way you like. Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head! You got any chloroform?
[violently bonks Horace on the head with his wine-bottle]
"Eye-ther"!
I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!
Aw, please, miss. Now have pity, will ya? Can't we see the rest of the show first?
We want to see "What's My Crime?"
[Jasper he starts to drink from his bottle, but throw Cruella de Vil furiously snatches it and angrily she throws it into the fireplace, an explosion. The puppies hide behind the furniture in fear.] [She angrily hits Jasper and Horace's slaps faces]
Now listen, you idiots! I'll be back first thing in the morning! And the job better be done and I'll... I'll... I'll call the police!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!! [She slams the door closes behind her in a fit of rage; the slam causes a chunk of the ceiling to come loose and fall on Horace's head]
I think she means it, Jasper.
Ah...we'll get on with it as soon as the show's over. [turns the TV back on]
Q Quizmaster
Will you please sign in, sir?
[A contestant signs his name on a chalkboard on the screen, just as Sgt. Tibbs meets up with the puppies]
Hey, kids. You'd better get out of here if you want to save your skins.
DP Dalmatian Puppy 1
But, how?
Shh. There's a hole in the wall there by the door. [points to the hole in the wall right by the door] C'mon, shake a leg. Psst. Kids, follow me.
[laughing]
Hey, Jasper, look! Ha-ha-ha-ha. It's old Meathead!
Yeah, what do you know: Old Meathead Fauncewater!
C'mon, now. Don't crowd. One at a time! One at a time!
Q Quizmaster
Now, for our last contestant this evening, panel, meet Mr. Percival Fauncewater. Now, Mr. Fauncewater, if the panel fails to guess your unusual crime in ten questions, you will receive two weeks vacation at a fashionable seaside resort, all expenses paid. That is, of course, after you've paid your debt to society.
Q Quizmaster
[Mr. Fauncewater sits in his chair next to the Quizmaster. Mr. Fauncewater's smile droops. He looks at his guard, who sternly shifts his eye at him]
Now, um, who will take the first question? Inspector?
IG Inspector Graves
Ah, Mr. Fauncewater, could your crime be classified as larceny? A theft, you know? A burglary of some sort?
[orders the puppies to line up against the wall, as more puppies sneak past the Baduns and meet up with the others, whispering]
Straighten out! Form a queue along the wall. C'mon, snap it up. Faster!
Q Quizmaster
Mr. Fauncewater is a burglar by trade, but in this case, his crime was not burglary. I'm sorry: The answer is no. One down, nine to go. Miss Birdwell?
B Miss Birdwell
If your crime wasn't robbery, wherein did you... Oh, dear, what I mean is... Do something of a violent nature, that it is..
Q Quizmaster
Oh, come, come, come, Miss Birdwell, we're running short of time.
B Miss Birdwell
Oh, yes, of course. So sorry. Did you do someone in?
Oh, blimey! [sees Lucky watching the game show with interest]
Q Quizmaster
Oh, no, Miss Birdwell, I'm sorry. The answer is no. Two down, eight to go. Mr. Simpkins?
S Mr. Simpkins
Oh, yes. Your crime was not robbery and not homicide. Well then, could it be a violation of a city ordinance of some sort?
Psst. Hey, kid, let's go. [tries grabbing Lucky's tail, but Lucky leans up to get a closer view of the screen, where Mr. Fauncewater whispers something into the Host's ear]
Q Quizmaster
I see. Uh, uh, no. The answer is no, no, no.
Hey, get out of the way, you little runt! [roughly hands Lucky to Jasper who angrily tosses him aside]
Q Quizmaster
Three down, seven to go. Inspector?
IG Inspector Graves
Oh, this is very confusing, I must say, strictly. Surely, this crime could...
Q Quizmaster
[Sgt. Tibbs catches Lucky like a forward pass, until he steps on a series of wine bottles and soup cans, which they are forced to barrel roll on. Rolly sees them coming. Sgt. Tibbs trips, tossing Lucky into the air and through the hole. Sgt. Tibbs slides to a stop by Rolly, just as the timer buzzes off, ending the game show]
I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid we've run out of time.
[annoyed]
Aw, now, ain't that always the way!
Q Quizmaster
Would it be possible for Mr. Fauncewater to come back next week? Then, we could finish our little game. Goodnight, audience. See you next week at the same time on "What's My Crime?"
[Rolly goes through the hole] [yawning as he and Horace put on their coats]
Oh, well. C'mon, Horace. Let's get on with it. [evilly grabs a fire poker] I'll pop 'em off, you do the skinnin'.
Oh, no, you don't, Jasper! [evilly pulls off a chair leg and uses it as a club] I'll pop 'em off and you do the skinnin'.
[notices all the captured puppies are gone]
Hey, Horace, look! They're gone! They flew the coop, right out through this little hole. [pulls out a flashlight] Here, grab a torch. We'll run 'em down before you can say "Bob's your uncle".
[They leave the living room and enter the foyer, searching the area with their flashlights. As the puppies run upstairs, Rolly trips on a step and sees the two goons]
There they go, Horace, up the stairs. [creepily calls for Rolly's attention] Here, puppies. Here, puppies! C'mon. Now, don't go hiding from your ol' Uncle Jasper. Aw, I ain't gonna hurt ya.
But, I thought we was gonna pop 'em off.
[puts his hand in Horace's mouth to shut him up]
Shut up. Now, take a squint in there, and I'll check these other two rooms.
[Horace goes to explore one of the bedroom while Jasper enters another one and starts searching for them]
Here, puppies. Puppies, come on out. Come out wherever you are. [looks under the bed and is startled by Sgt. Tibbs]
Horace! [gets plowed over by the puppies] Oh! It's that mangy tabby cat! He's the ringleader! Head 'em off, Horace! Head 'em...
[Horace angrily collides into Jasper, as they both go tumbling down the stairs] [ticked off]
You bungling blockhead! [angrily punches Horace on the head]
[leads the puppies downstairs and right under the stairwell to hide from the crooks, who are catching right up with them]
Back here! Back here! Shh. Here they come.
[Horace and Jasper come down the stairs] [grumbles angrily]
Double-crossin' little twerps, pullin 'a snitch on us, and after we took care of 'em all this time. There's gratitude for you.
Rolly [gallops down the stairs, takes one look at the goons, just as Sgt. Tibbs grabs Rolly by the tail, causing Rolly to yip]
[points to puppies]
Hey, Horace, there they go!
[Tibbs and the puppies are forced to make a break for it back the way they came, just as Colonel sees them running from the Baduns through a window]
Sergeant? I say, Sergeant.
[respectfully tries to explain]
Sorry, sir. No time to explain. Busy, sir!
[Colonel leaves the window and comes to another window to see the puppies and Tibbs run back to the living room, where Horace and Jasper evilly trap them]
Shut that door, Horace! We'll close in on 'em. Enough of this "Ring Around the Rosy".
[At the same time, Pongo and Perdita run inside the barn, where they reunite with their puppies]
Dad! Mother!
[relieved]
Oh, my darlings... my darlings!
[laughing]
Lucky, Patch, Pepper! Freckles!
D Dipstick
[Tibbs sighs lovingly on Colonel's head]
Oh, Daddy!
And Rolly, you little rascal!
Rolly "Did you bring me anything to eat?"
Twice that many, Dad. Now there's 99 of us!
[stunned]
"What? 99...?" [sees the 84 extra dalmatian puppies sitting on the hay bales] Where did they all come from?
[stunned]
What on earth would she want with so many?
DP Dalmatian Puppy 4
She's gonna make coats out of us.
[seriously]
That's right: Dog-skin coats.
[doubtful]
Oh, dog-skin coats! Oh, come now, Tibbs!
[truthfully]
But it's true, sir.
Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and... skin us!
"She's a devil, a witch! What'll we do?"
We have to get back to London somehow.
What about the others? What'll they do?
[The 84 Dalmatian puppies sit there on the hay bales, wondering about their fate, until Pongo makes his decision] [judiciously]
"Perdy, we'll take them home with us; all of them. Our pets would never turn them out."
[snorting]
Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It's a truck headin' this way. [sees the Baduns driving their truck down the road as their follow their tracks]
It's the Baduns, Horace and Jasper. They're following our tracks.
"Well, we've got 'em out numbered, Tibs. When I give the signal, we'll attack.
"Colonel, sir, I'm afraid that would be disastrous."
"Ahem! Oh, you think so?"
He's right, Colonel. We'd better run for it.
Out the back way, across the pasture.
Thank you, Sergeant, Colonel, Captain.
How can we ever repay you?
Ahem! Nothing at all. All in the line of duty.
That's right, sir... routine.
Better be off. Here they come.
[The Baduns park their truck outside and begin to enter the barn]
C'mon, kids, hurry. [leads the puppies out the barn and across the pasture]
Yes, good luck, and never fear! We'll hold them off 'til the bitter end!
[neighs for Colonel's attention as he hustles on the spot]
[appears and barks at Jasper and Horace]
Now, what's this? Hey, out of my way, you barkin' haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!
[sees the Baduns and leaves, following the Dalmatian puppies behind, just as Horace and Jasper come in, armed with their flashlights and weapons, cornering Colonel by the hay]
Well, they ain't in here, Jasper.
No. They're hiding in the hay. Here, give me a match. We'll burn 'em out.
[As Horace hands his brother the match, Sgt. Tibbs grabs onto Captain's ears and prepares to use him as a cannon]
Ready, Captain. Aim... Fire one! [pulls down Captain's ear, letting him kick Jasper in the butt and into the barn roof, surprising Colonel] Fire two! [fires Captain's leg, kicking Horace in the butt and right into the barn roof where Jasper is]
Hey! There they go, the little sneaks! C'mon, Horace, back to the truck. We'll head 'em off in half a mile. [rush back outside, where Jasper rides up in the truck and lets his brother get on, drive down the country road and stop at a bridge, where they shine their flashlights on a frozen creek] Ah, they gotta be around here somewhere.
[The Dalmatians are hiding under the bridge from the two goons. Rolly, on the other hand, has little room as he squirms around between two of his siblings]
Jasper, I've been thinkin'.
[shines his flashlight on the creek, just as Rolly bursts out from the formation and near the flashlight]
Well, what if they went down the froze-up creek so's not to leave their tracks?
[meanly yanks Horace back in his car seat]
Aw, Horace, you idiot! Dogs ain't that smart. [starts up the truck and drives off into the distance]
[watches them leave and then turns to Perdita and the puppies]
All clear, Perdy. All clear.
W Whizzer
We gave 'em the slip! [slips on the ice in front of Pongo] Didn't we, Dad?
They didn't even see us, Patch!
Shh, children. Children, shh.
[As the puppies continue walking, some of the other puppies form a dalmatian chain by clinging onto Perdita's tail and then each other's tail with their mouths. The next puppy tries to cling onto the other one's tail, but he or she trips over and bumps into Rolly, as they both slide on the ice] [tries catching up to them, but his feet slip on the ice]
My feet are slippery. I wish we could walk on the snow.
[picks up Lucky with his mouth]
No, son, we can't leave tracks. [follows the dalmatians behind with Lucky in his teeth. His hind legs slip on the ice, then he stands back up and resumes following them]
[Meanwhile, the dalmatian clan is caught in a heavy snowstorm] [keeps track of the dalmatian puppies behind]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98... [sees Lucky struggling to keep up with the rest of the group] Oh, Lucky! [grabs Lucky with his teeth and carries him the rest of the way] C'mon, Lucky boy. We can't give up now.
I'm tired and I'm hungry and my tail's froze... and my nose is froze and my ears are froze. And my toes are froze.
C Collie
[They hear barking in the distance]
Pongo! Pongo! Pongo! [meets up with Pongo and Lucky] We'd just about lost hope. We have shelter for you... at the dairy barn across the road.
Oh, thank goodness. [runs to Perdita who is leading the rest of the puppies and calls out to her] Perdy! Perdy! This way, Perdy. The dairy barn across the road.
[hears her mate calling and leads the puppies to the dairy barn]
C'mon, kids.
It's not far. C'mon, this way. Follow the collie.
P Princess
[The freezing wind makes it hard for the puppies to walk ahead, but they steadily continue. The collie goes to the front door, opens it with his paw, and ushers the entire dalmatian clan inside the barn, where they are greeted by a row of dairy cows]
Just look, Queenie. Have you ever seen so many puppies?"
Q Queenie
Aren't they adorable!
D Duchess
Perfectly darling.
P Princess
The poor, little dears. They're completely worn out and half frozen!
[puts Lucky down by Perdita's feet]
Yes, dear. All 99 accounted for.
Q Queenie
The famous Pongos. We were so worried about you.
C Collie
Been trying to reach you for hours. Afraid you'd been captured.
Q Queenie
How did you make it all this way? And in such dreadful weather?
D Duchess
And with all those little ones.
Rolly I'm hungry, Mother. I'm hungry.
TT Two-Tone, Dipstick, Jewel, Fidget and Whizzer
We're all hungry.
P Princess
Do they like warm milk? It's fresh.
Rolly Where, mother? Where is it?
Q Queenie
Come and get it, kids. It's on the house.
[leads the kids behind the dairy cows to let the kids feed on their mill]
This way, children. Around this way. Now, don't crowd. You'll have to take turns. Rolly, wait your turn, dear.
Rolly [tries pushing through his siblings to suck on one of the cows' udders, gets on a stool to reach the udder but trips over]
D Duchess
Don't worry, kids. There's plenty for all. Ooh! The little darlings.
C Collie
[brings him a discarded sandwich]
Pongo, a few scraps I saved for you and the missus.
C Collie
It's not much, but it might hold you as far as Dinsford.
C Collie
Yes, there's a Labrador there. His pet is a grocer.
[yawns]
Oh, I... I'm terribly sorry.
C Collie
Oh, quite all right. Quite all right. Now, get some rest and don't worry. I'll be standing watch. [goes outside to keep an eye out for Cruella and the Baduns]
I don't know what we'd have done if...
Q Queenie
Oh, we're very honoured to be of service.
P Princess
We're only sorry we can't do more.
D Duchess
Anyone who would think of hurting these dear, little puppies...
D Duchess
They're so dear.
P Princess
I wish they could stay with us for always.
Q Queenie
Princess, shh. Quiet, everyone. Let them sleep, the poor things. They're so exhausted, and they still have such a long way to go.
[The camera fades out on the cows and the puppies]
