fools.
You're fired!
You're finished!
You'll never work in fashion again!
I'm through with all of you!
I'll get even!
Just wait!
You'll be sorry, you fools!
You idiots!
- Good evening, Madame.
- Out of my way!
§§
Hello, Pongo.
§ Everybody §
§ Everybody wants to be a cat §
§ Everybody §
§ Everybody §
§ Everybody wants to be a cat §
Come on, you two,
let's go home.
Thank you, Pongo.
They're here! I've got them!
Anita, Roger.
I'm in the living room.
Now come on down and have a look.
Oh, you as well.
You heard that, did you?
Wait 'til you see what I've got
for you in this bag. Ha!
§ Chestnuts roasting
on the open fire §
Jewel, look.
§ Jack Frost nipping at your nose §
Let me put this on you. Oh.
§ Yuletide carols
being sung by a choir §
Dipstick?
Come on.
That a boy.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Mm-hmm.
Fidget?
Here.
§ Tiny tots
with their eyes all aglow §
Two-tone?
- I know. No, I know.
You all like to do it.
Come on, there we go,
there we go, there we go.
- Wizzer.
- Wizzer.
Right, we're on.
Get...
Get your own!
Somebody didn't
finish their supper.
We're on a budget.
"Waste not, want not,"
that's my motto.
Who on earth?
Coming.
Coming!
Coming.
- Good evening, Madame.
- Oh, my goodness!
- It's all right, lady.
We're professionals.
Aaah!
Come here!
- Get her off!
- Time to go now!
- Let go of me!
- Straight ahead. Straight ahead.
- Police, help! Police, help!
- Push! Push!
- Get in there!
- Fingers!
Let me out of here!
Let me out!
- Open the door!
- Oh, do shut up!
Open the door!
Police!
Police! I'll see you
go to prison for this...
if it's the last thing I do.
There.
Well, the old bird
put up a good fight.
I like a bit of spirit in the woman.
That's all right for you to say.
You didn't get smashed in the face.
Shh, shh, shh.
Aw!
Give me the bag.
Come on, come on.
Here.
All right, come here, you...
Spotty little... dog!
Evening, General.
Montgomery! Heel, boy!
Heel, boy! Heel!
- Jasper...
- Stop it now!
- Do you know what I think?
- What's that?
I think that bulldog
knows what we just done.
Nah, it's a dog, Horace.
Dog's ain't got the brains
to figure things out.
Come on. At ease!
Luckily.
Come on home, Montgomery!
- I mean, I think... Pongo!
- Perdy!
Help! Police!
Where are they?
Oh, no!
They've taken the puppies.
Anita! Roger!
Thank God they're home!
Oh, thank goodness
you've come.
- Why? What is it?
- The puppies.
Two men, they've stolen the puppies.
I tried to stop them.
They locked me in the cupboard.
I shouted and shouted,
but nobody came.
Ah, good evening, Madame.
I sincerely hope
I've not disturbed your relaxation...
- But I have some good news.
- Did you get the puppies?
Affirmative.
All of them?
Every single one.
My faith in your limited intelligence
is momentarily restored.
Oh! You are
too kind, Madame.
They've got the 15!
Add them to the other puppies
we've already stolen...
and I have my cozy puppy coat.
I'll be wearing Anita's dogs.
Right, well, I'm gonna fill me snoot
and go to bed. I'm dead tired.
I'm hearing dogs again, Jasper.
Oh, shut up in there!
- You keep your chin up.
We'll do our best.
- Thank you, Inspector.
- Good night, Madame.
- Good night.
He was most sympathetic.
He says they're going
to do the best they can.
For what that's worth.
- Do you think they'll find them?
- How are they going to find
15 little puppies...
in a city this size?
If they're even in the city.
What can the police do?
What can we do?
What can anyone do?
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Pongo!
Pongo!
Pongo!
- Did you hear that?
- What?
That noise.
- What noise?
- That noise I just heard.
- Did you hear it?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah. It sounded just like a complete
berk asking me irritating questions.
Oh, good, it's stopped now.
I'll be honest
with you, mate.
This job is fast
losing its charm.
The housing stinks;
the food's lousy...
the lavatory facilities are