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.
- Everybody would laugh at us!
- Wouldn't you, everyone?
- No!
All right, one kiss. Ready?
Oh, you are awful!
There's a dog around here today.
- If you see a dog, will you
call out and 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!
Oddball, no!
Follow that dog!
What's that?
Oy! They've got balloons!
- Oddball! Stop!
- Get 'em back here!
Where is that dog?
Hold on! We're coming!
- Waddles worth.
- Oddball!
Now's your chance. You fly up there
and just cut a few strings.
- Not all of them!
- Right, just a few!
Come on, Waddles worth!
- You can do it! Fly!
- No!
Let go of my paw, you twit!
I told you I couldn't fly!
- Honestly!
- Don't worry. I'll go.
Hey, hey, what you doing?
Hey, get off...
Got her.
Oddball.
Oh.
- Oh, Kevin,
I don't know how to thank you.
- Oops.
Uh, how about dinner?
Sorry?
I was inviting you to dinner.
Dinner would be nice.
A coat
to make the world "shuvver."
"Shudder." "Shutter"?
- Shudder?
- Sh...
- Shiver?
- Exactement.
Genius!
Yes, but...
I need...
a special something...
for three special puppies.
Too dressy? Too dressy.
Too stuffy.
Too small. Too blue.
Dottie, I've got nothing to wear.
Please help me.
What's that?
Dottie, are you sure?
It's completely see-through. Look.
Oddball.
Yeah, that's a sweater.
But...
What a fantastic idea!
Thank you!
Thanks, Oddball.
My brilliance astounds me.
No. No.
- We should add
the "poopies" to the hem.
- Oh, you wouldn't dare.
But this is
last year's length!
If Cruella De Vil draws it,
it defies length.
No. No!
No...
What?
Forty dalmatian puppies...
sh-shipped off to Paris...
to h-his shop.
- Not enough.
- We need 102.
This time I want
a hooded spotted puppy coat.
- Hooded spotted p-puppy coat?
- " Hooded spotted poopie coat?"
But 99 puppies
would make a lovely coat.
- It's not all that easy to steal...
- Steal? Who said anything about steal?
What did you think, Le Pelt,
that we'd have time to breed them?
Skinning is one thing...
but stealing...
Oh, stop whining.
I have a perfectly good idiot
to take the fall.
Not you, Alonso. Another idiot.
On, Dasher, on, Dancer,
on, Digger, on, Drooler!
Look at me! I'm Rudolph,
the red-nosed rein-dog
with a present for Miss Oddball.
Hello?
I'll be right out, Kevin.
Take your time.
Oh, right.
Chomp's brought his favorite video.
Is that all right?
- Is it suitable for the children?
- Yes, it's absolutely fine.
Is everything all right?
Yes. Beautiful.
Um, Waddles worth,
he's brought a present for Oddball.
Yeah, about time. This thing
was gettin' heavy. Hang on, pup.
Keep your spots on...