you...
as a puppy.
- [Barks]
- Aah!
[Growls]
Why don't I
come back later.
I'm feeling a little...
chilly.
[Panting]
Aaah!
[Whimpers]
Aah! Aah!
[Sighs, Chuckles]
[Gasps]
[Whimpering]
Aaah!
[Whimpering Continues]
Aaah!
[Continues Screaming]
Um, wouldn't you be
more c-comfortable in the c-car?
[Groaning, Panting]
Aaah!
Ella?
Not Ella.
Ella's gone.
And Cruella's back!
[Cackling]
Pull! Pull!
Stand aside, worm.
Aaah!
[Groaning]
Oh, mummy's home,
and I'll never leave you again!
Oh, yes!
Oh, hello!
Oh, yes!
[Laughing]
[Laughing Continues]
Oh! Why do I feel incomplete?
What could be missing
from my life?
Cruella De Vil,
who has it all!
The softest, the rarest,
the whitest, the blackest...
the stripiest,
the sportiest, the...
- Hmm?
- Of course.
Where is it? Where?
Where is it?
Oh, there it is.
My dalmatian puppy coat.
The coat of dreams.
The ultimate fur coat...
that was denied me
by that canine cabal...
for which I have lost
three years of my life!
- [Gasps]
- 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.
[music]Freak out [music]
[music]Le freak, c'est chic [music]
[music]Freak out [music]
[music]Le freak, c'est chic [music]
[music]Aww, freak out [music]
[music]Le freak, c'est chic [music]
[music]Freak out
Le freak, c'est chic [music]
- [music]Aww, freak out [music]
- [music]Look at me in this big spotlight [music]
[music]I'll make this
one magical night [music]
[music]I am fierce [music]
[music]And we are fabulous [music]
[music]Freak out, so fabulous
So fierce [music]
- [music]Freak out [music]
- [music]So beautiful [music]
- [music]So beautiful [music]
- [music]So freaky [music]
- [music]Freak out [music]
- [music]So fabulous [music]
- [music]So fabulous [music]
- [music]So hip [music]
- [music]Freak out [music]
- [music]So beautiful [music]
- [music]So beautiful [music]
- [music]So freaky [music]
[music] Yeah, yeah, yeah [music]
[music]Some kind of love [music]
- [music]Ah, freak out [music]
- [Audience Cheering]
- [Woman Shouts]
- Murderer! Murderer!
- [Crowd Screaming, Yelling]
- [Snarls]
Killers!
- Come on, you.
- You're nicked!
[Speaking French]
No! No!
- Monsieur LePelt! Monsieur LePelt!
- Get out!
Animals!
They are all animals!
- They have no class!
- Ooh! But, monsieur...
[Shouting Continues]
- Leave me alone!
- No... No...
Aaah!
Not here!
[Snarls]
[Gasps]
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!
[Sighs]
Cruella De Vil...
my idol, my inspiration,
at my show.
I am so sorry
for the demonstrators.
Demonstrators?
I thought they were critics.
[Knock At Door]
Go away!
Jean-Pierre...
you've come such a long way
from poaching weasels.
And you,
out of prison at last.
- [Knock On Door]
- [Glass Shatters]
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!
[Dog Whimpering]
- 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