th-they're all yapping about "tubble."
"Tubble"? Oh, "trouble"!
- Must be puppies talking.
- Listen. Hey, wait. There's more.
Uh, "widdle ones"?
" Bad man gwab widdle ones.
Twee potted doggies."
" Potted"?
"Twee widdle potted..."
" Bad man grabs
three little spotted doggies."
Oh, my gosh. Chloe's dogs.
The puppies!
Thank you, Fluffy!
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep, little guardie
Dog, James Dog.
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep, stupid guardie
Taxi!
- St. John's Mews, please.
- You know I could do five to ten
for this?
That's 35 to 70 in dog years. Ow!
They've gone.
- Where are they?
- Calm down. Calm down.
Oh!
I'm so sorry.
l-l-I should've trusted you.
No. I should never have trusted Cruella.
And with my police record, how could...
- It doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does matter.
Look...
I broke into the lab
and freed those dogs.
They were being used
for experiments.
That was
your dog napping conviction?
Yes.
- That's all?
- Yes.
What's this?
"The Orient Express. "
Paris.
They're going to Paris!
Come on!
Oh, Jean-Pierre,
you've outdone yourself.
I am the Napoleon of the fur,
and you are my...
- Waterloo?
- My Josephine. Together, we...
The rat!
I need spotted puppies,
you idiot!
But it is not a rat.
I know rats. It's a "poopie."
- Alonso!
- Yes?
Find the rat. Kill it. Le Pelt and I
will be on the Orient Express.
- K-K-Kill?
- The last time I underestimated
a puppy, I wound up in the pokey.
- Go!
- Why not him?
Yes, yes. Thank you.
Excuse me. The Orient Express?
Platform nine.
Paris! City of I'amour!
Of la mode! Of Le Pelt!
Le Pelt, with his slippery,
Frenchman ways.
She'll see.
She'll see that I'm the loyal one.
- Alonso.
- Oh, joy. Le petit homme.
You took care of the rat?
You will never see it again.
- This isn't the Orient Express.
- We're on the wrong platform!
There she is!
Come on.
Oddball!
Oh, no! I can't look!
She'll be killed!
Somebody do something! Oh, what
am I doing? Help! Ah! Help! Ha!
- Your wings! Flap your wings!
- Flap wings?
Oh, where did these come from?
Blimey, they work! I can fly!
Dogs can fly!
Whee-yah! I just realized
I'm not a rottweiler at all.
I'm a retriever.
- Where are we going?
- Paris.
- We've missed the train!
- Then we'll catch the next one!
Do you think he saw us?
W-W-We'd better hide. But where?
What? " Bad wady's cow"?
Oh! Good idea, spotty.
Paris!
Careful.
Mustn't harm the "poopies."
The p... The p-poopie man
gets to ride in the c-car.
- Is Alonso keeping up?
- The little man is too slow.
This traffic is too slow.
The French are useless behind the wheel.
- You're going the wrong way!
- They're going the wrong way!
We're going to die! Whoo!
Shut up, Jean-Pierre!
Jean-Pierre, our next challenge:
reinventing the poodle skirt.
- Nothing. Nobody saw anything.
- Oh.
I didn't know you spoke French.
Come on! Come on!
Taxi! Stop!
So, what did they say?
Follow les chiens!
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.
Oh, I'm gonna regret this.
What do you look at?
Work! Work!
- Illegal immigrants?
- Of course.
Hmm.
How much?
- Fifty francs a week.
- Ooh. That's not much.
It's all they can afford.
I sure hope you know
where you're going, pup.
Bingo.
Right. Don't worry, Oddball.
I'll have 'em out in a jiffy.
Hmm. Tastes like chicken.
Ooh.
It's no good
looking at me like that.
It won't do any good, you know.
Sorry.
Okay.
We'll wait.
- Did you hear something?
- It's just your little man outside.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Hey, I thought I told you
to wait outside? Hey.
I know, but they were worried.
- Oh.
- You okay?
Hello!
- Hi!
- You all right?
Okay. Let's get them out of here.
Come on.
Well, Miss Houdini.
Aren't you in a tight spot?
Ooh, what fun,
to get away