it is a bit...
odd.
Hello? Hello?
Is that you, Nigel?
I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing.
Oh, dear. Will you take them
up to your office for a while?
'Cause I just keep
staring at them...
and I'm falling dreadfully behind
with my paperwork, as you can see.
Yes, I can see.
It's probably just as well
with Miss De Vil coming in.
- Cruella?
- Y-Yes. She asked to change her
apppointment. I thought you knew.
Come on, Oddball,
Little Dipper, Dipstick.
Quick, quick, quick, quick!
Cruella De Vil, that wretched...
- Philanthropist?
- Cruella, I didn't realize...
Oh, please, please call me Ella.
Now, Chloe, you can't stop me.
It's my duty to demonstrate
against a fur fashion show.
And it's my duty to inform you
that if you go anywhere near fur,
I'll put you straight back in prison.
Won't you even let me heckle
that monstrous Le Pelt?
- No.
-Just a teensy-weensy heckle?
You know... murderer!
Round two!
Knockout!
Body blow! Body blow!
Bonus fall.
Round three!
I have so much to atone for.
I'm seeing spots.
Dr. Pavlov!
Oddball!
- Grab my legs! Grab my legs!
- What...
Oddball!
How did you get out?
Are these your lovely dogs?
Yes. Are you all right?
Dipstick, shh, please!
I remember you as a puppy.
Why don't I come back later.
I'm feeling a little...
chilly.
Um, wouldn't you be
more c-comfortable in the c-car?
Ella?
Not Ella. Ella's gone.
And Cruella's back!
Pull! Pull!
Stand aside, worm.
Oh, mummy's home,
and I'll never leave you again!
Oh, yes! Oh, hello!
Oh, yes!
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 scrappiest,
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!
Alonso!
- 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.
Alonso, 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 Le Pelt! Monsieur Le Pelt!
- Get out!
Animals! They are all animals!
- They have no class!
- Ooh! But, monsieur...
- Leave me alone!
- No... No...
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!
- What is this?
- Your salvation, Jean-Pierre.
Monsieur Le Pelt
has clearly run out of ideas.
I propose...
- an alliance...
- Mmm?
between Monsieur Le Pelt
and the house of De Vil.
- You have an idea in the bag?
- Oh, Jean-