more?
- Good-bye, my dear.
- [Cackling]
- No!
I'll think of you every time I wear
your sweet little doggies!
- No!
- [Cackling Continues]
Stop!
[Barking]
[Sinister Laughing]
Ooh, not bad.
The English
can do the knitwear.
- [Barking]
- [Grunts]
[Barking]
Shh! Be quiet!
[Horn Honking]
[Snores]
Ooh!
Hey, what's that?
Listen. Hey.
- Do you hear that?
- What? What is it?
Uh, best I can make out,
they're all yappin' about "tubble."
Tubble? Oh, trouble.
Must be puppies talking.
Listen. Hey, wait.
There's more.
Uh, "widdle ones"?
"Bad man gwab widdle ones.
Twee potted doggies."
Potted?
Twee widdle potted...
Bad man grabs three
little spotted doggies.
Oh, my gosh.
Chloe's dogs.
[Growling]
Aah!
Aaaah!
Oh! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
[Moans]
The puppies!
[Gasps]
Thank you, Fluffy!
[Waddlesworth]
[music] Go to sleep [music]
[music] Go to sleep [music]
[music] Go to sleep
little guardie [music]
[Sighs]
Dog, James Dog.
Aah!
[music] Go back to sleep [music]
[music] Go back to sleep
stupid guardie [music]
[Sighs]
Taxi!
- St. John's Mews, please.
- You know, I could get
five to ten for this.
That's 35 to 70
in dog years.
Ow!
[Quiet Sobbing]
They've gone.
- Where are they?
- Calm down, calm down.
[Growls, Barks]
- Whoa!
- Aah!
Hoo! Aaah!
I'm so sorry.
I should have trusted you.
No, I should never
have trusted Cruella.
- With my police record...
- It doesn't matter.
Yes, it does matter.
Look...
I broke into the lab
and freed those dogs.
They were being used
for experiments.
That was your
dognapping conviction?
Yes.
- That's all?
- Yes.
What's this?
"The Orient-Express."
- Paris.
- [Barks]
They're going to Paris!
Come on!
[Cruella] Oh, Jean-Pierre,
you've outdone yourself.
I am the Napoleon of the fur,
and you are my...
- Waterloo?
- My Josephine. Together we'll...
Aaah! A rat!
I need spotted puppies,
you idiot!
But it is not a rat.
I know rats!
- It's a "poopie."
- Alonzo!
- Yes.
- Find the rat and kill it.
- LePelt and I will be
on the Orient-Express.
- K-Kill?
The last time I underestimated a puppy,
I wound up in the pokey!
- Go! Go!
- Why not him?
Oh! Yes, I see.
Thank you.
Ahh.
There.
[Barking, Whining]
[Barking Continues]
Yaah!
[Grunting]
[Dog Yelping]
Oh, oh. Ohh!
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!
[Gasps]
- Excuse me. The Orient-Express?
- Platform nine.
Paris! City of L’amour!
Of la mode!
- Of LePelt!
- [Both Cackling]
[Barking]
[Barking, Whining]
[Whimpering]
- [Grunts]
- LePelt, with his slippery
Frenchman ways.
She'll see. She'll see
that I'm the loyal one.
- Alonzo.
- Oh, joy. Le petit homme.
- You took care of the rat?
- [Ice Cubes Rattle]
You will never...
see it... again.
[Bell Dinging]
[Kevin]
This isn't the Orient-Express.
- [Waddlesworth]
We're on the wrong platform!
- There she is!
Come on.
Oddball!
Oh, no, I can't look!
She'll be killed!
[Yipping]
Somebody, do something!
Oh, what am I doing?
Help! Help!
Your wings!
Flap your wings!
Flap wings? Oh!
Where did these come from?
Blimey, they work!
I can fly!
Dogs can fly!
[Barks]
Whee-yah!
I just realized
I'm not a rottweiler at all!
I'm a retriever.
- [Yips]
- [Barking]
[Whining]
[Clattering]
- Where are we going?
- Paris!
- We've missed the train!
- Then we'll catch the next one!
You think he saw us?
We better... We better hide.
But where?
- What? Bad wady's cow?
- [Barking]
Oh, good idea, spotty.
[Whistle Blowing]
- Vive la Paris!
- Careful now.
Careful. Careful.
Uh, careful!
Mustn't harm the "poopies."
[Chuckles]
[Tires Screeching]
[Horn Honking]
The p-poopieman
gets to ride in the c-car.
Is Alonzo keeping up?
The little man
is too slow.
This traffic is too slow. The French
are useless behind the wheel!
[Cruella Laughing]
[LePelt] Aah!
You're going the wrong way!
- They're going the wrong way!
- [Horn Honking]
We're going to die!
[Horn Honks]
[Whimpering]
- [Screams]
- Shut up, Jean-Pierre!