have lost
three years of my life!
Alonzo!
- We are going to make them pay.
- Oh, yes! How much?
Dipstick, she called him.
Ah, what fiendish justice.
He escaped me, but I shall wreak
my vengeance on the next generation.
S-Sounds w-wonderful.
Alonzo, I need you.
I'm yours.
Furnish yourself
with a torch...
a large sack
and rubber-soled shoes.
Meanwhile, I need a furrier.
And I know
just where to find him.
Freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Aww, freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
- Aww, freak out
- Look at me in this big spotlight
I'll make this
one magical night
I am fierce
And we are fabulous
Freak out, so fabulous
So fierce
- Freak out
- So beautiful
- So beautiful
- So freaky
- Freak out
- So fabulous
- So fabulous
- So hip
- Freak out
- So beautiful
- So beautiful
- So freaky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Some kind of love
Ah, freak out
Murderer! Murderer!
Killers!
- Come on, you.
- You're nicked!
No! No!
- Monsieur LePelt! Monsieur LePelt!
- Get out!
Animals!
They are all animals!
- They have no class!
- Ooh! But, monsieur...
- Leave me alone!
- No... No...
Aaah!
Not here!
Forgive me.
My idiots didn't recognize you.
Only two minions to abuse?
Oh, Jean-Pierre,
the world is so unfair.
Get out! You are unfit
to look upon this goddess of fashion!
Out! Out!
Cruella De Vil...
my idol, my inspiration,
at my show.
I am so sorry
for the demonstrators.
Demonstrators?
I thought they were critics.
Go away!
Jean-Pierre...
you've come such a long way
from poaching weasels.
And you,
out of prison at last.
Yes.
Terrible experience, prison.
Who are you, little man?
And what are you doing in my trailer?
- You shouldn't have brought them
in here, you idiot!
- But l...
- He's with you!
- Aah!
- What is this?
- Your salvation, Jean-Pierre.
Monsieur LePelt
has clearly run out of ideas.
I propose...
an alliance...
- Mmm?
- Between Monsieur LePelt...
and the house of De Vil.
- You have an idea in the bag?
- Oh, Jean-Pierre.
Together, you and I
will make a coat...
so soft, so luxurious,
so practical in any weather...
so bad that we'll rip the veils
off the eyes of fashion...
and write our names
in the pantheon of stars.
Of course.
From "poopies."
Ah, not just any "poopies."
"Poopies" with...
Spots.
Hey, wait for me!
Enjoy the show.
One adult, three dogs
and one bird, please.
Oy, I'm a dog, mate.
Four dogs.
- Four dogs.
Well, look who's here.
Blimey!
I'm seein' spots!
Hello, Kevin.
- Chloe! Are you, uh...
- Yeah, I'm going.
- And are these your dalmatians?
- Yeah.
This is Digger, Chomp and Drooler.
You call that a bark?
This is a bark.
That's right.
Go hide behind Mummy.
And... Oddball.
He's not gonna hurt you.
- Your change, sir.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Don't you count your change?
- Well, why should I?
Now it all makes sense.
What?
How you could actually believe
that Cruella De Vil had changed.
She has changed.
Shh! The show's gonna start.
Let's just enjoy the show.
Let's.
- Hello, everybody!
- Hello, Mr. Punch!
Hello, everybody!
Hello, Judy!
- Give us a kiss.
- Aaah!
Everybody would laugh at us!
- Wouldn't you, everyone?
- No!
All right, one kiss.
Ready? Eeeek!
Oh, you are awful!
- There's a dog around here today.
- Ohh!
- If you see a dog,
will you tell us please?
- Yes!
- I won't be long then. Bye-bye!
- Bye!
I don't see any dog. Where is it?
Oh, dear.
What is it?
Oddball's obsessed with...
S-P-O-T-S.
- Spots?
- Shh!
What? What'd I do?
I just said "spots."
Help! Help!
Help! Help! Oh!
Oh, no!
Help, help!
Help! Help!
Ohh!
Oddball!
Oddball, no!
Follow that dog!
Ooh! Oh!
What's that?
Oy! They've got balloons!
- Oddball! Stop!
- Get 'em back here!
Where is that dog?
Hold on! We're coming!
- Waddlesworth.
- Oddball!
Now's your chance. You fly up there
and just cut a few strings.
- Not all of them!
- Right, just a few!