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 I'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 traffэc 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!
- [Bicycle Bell Dings]
- [Tires Screech]
Jean-Pierre,
our next challenge:
reinventing
the poodle skirt.
[Woman Complaining
In French]
[Dogs Barking]
- Nothing. Nobody saw anything.
- Oh!
[Dog Barking In Distance]
I didn't know
you spoke French.
[Horns Honking]
Come on! Come on!
Taxi, stop!
[Horn Honks]
So what did they say?
- [Barking]
- Follow les chiens.
[Waddlesworth]
It's spooky, all right...
but you'd have to be a sniveling,
whimpering, cowardly little Chihuahua...
not to barge right in there
and take charge of the situation...
with no hesitation at all.
After you, then.
Ohh, I'm gonna regret this.
What do you look at?
Work! Work!
- Illegal immigrants?
- Of course.
Hmm. How much?
- Fifty francs a week.
- Oh. [Chuckles]
That's not much.
It's all they can afford.
Sure hope you know
where you're going, pup.
- Bingo.
- [Barking]
Don't worry, Oddball.
I'll have 'em out in a jiffy.
[Grunts]
Hmm. Tastes like chicken.
[Panting]
[Whimpering]
Ooh.
It's no good
looking at me like that.
It won't do any good,
you know.
Sorry.
[Hatch Closing]
- [Door Closes]
- [Whispers] Okay.
Go right through.
Did you hear something?
It's just your little man
outside.
- [Barking]
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!
Hey, I thought I told you
to wait outside. Hey.
I know, but they
were worried. Oh!
Hello!
Hi!
Okay, let's get them
out of here.
- Come on.
- [Cruella] Well, Miss Houdini.
Aren't you in a tight spot?
Ooh, what fun
to get away with murder!
Ta-ta!
[Cackling]
[Cackling Continues]
I'm really beginning
to dislike that woman.
There's got to be a way
out of here.
- Hello, nice bird. Aah!
- Aah!
Waddlesworth!
Is Oddball with you?
You bet she's here.
She's commando leader.
- Now, pass up the pups, quick.
- Okay.
One. Have a seat.
Two. Good, good.
Join the other one.
Come on.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
[Sewing Machine Engines
Whirring]
One hundred. In a bunch.
Come on. In a bunch.
One hundred and...
Are you 100 or 101?
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