- Anita, darling!

- How are you?







Miserable as usual.

Perfectly wretched!







Where are they?

Where are they?







For heaven sakes,

where are they?







- Who, Cruella?

- The puppies! The puppies.







No time for games.

Where are the little brutes?







It'll be at least three weeks.

No rushing these things.







Anita, you're such a wit.







Here, dog, here.







Here, dog.







Cruella, isn't that

a new pelliccia coat?







My only true love,

darling.







I live for furs.

I worship furs!







Is there a woman in this

wretched worldw ho doesn't?







Oh, I'd like a nice fur,

but there are many other thing...







Sweet, simple Anita.







I know, I know!







This horrid little house

is your dream castle.







And poor Roger is your

bold and fearless Sir Galahad!







Oh, Cruella.







Then of course te have

your little spotted friends.







Oh yes,







I must say... such perfectly

beautiful coats.







- Won't te have some tea?

- I've got to run.







Let me know when

the Cuccioli arrive.







- te will, won't you, dear?

- Yes, Cruella.







Don't forget, it's a promise.

See te in three weeks.







Cheerio, darling.



Fifteen.

Fifteen puppies!







How marvellous.







How marvellous,

how perfectly... ugh!







The devil take it.

They're mongrels... no spots!







No spots at all.

What a horrid little white rat.







They're not mongrels!







They'll get their spots.

Just wait and see.







That's right. They'll have

their spots in a few weeks.







Oh, well, in that case I'll

take them all. The whole litter.







Just name your price, dear.







I'm afraid

we can't give them up.







- Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.

- Anita, don't be ridiculous.







te can't afford to keep them.

te can scarcely feed yourselves.







I'm sure

we'll get along.







Yes, I know. I know!







Roger's...

Roger's songs!







Enough of this nonsense. I'll pay you

twice what they're worth.







I'm being

più than generous.







Blast this pen.







Blast this wretched,

wretched pen!







When can the puppies

leave their mother?







Two weeks?

Three weeks?







Never.







- What?

- We're not selling the puppies.







Not a single one.

Do te understand?







Anita, is he serious?







I really

don't know Roger.







- Cruella, he...

- Surely he must be joking!







No, no, no.

I mean it.







You're not getting one.

Not one.







And that's... final.







Why, te horrid man!







You... you...







All right, keep the little

beasts for all I care.







Do as te like with them.

Drown them!







But I warn you, Anita,

I'm through with all of you!







I'll get even.

Just wait.







You'll be sorry,

te fools!







You... te idiots!


"Dognapping!"

Can te imagine such a thing?







" Cuccioli stolen".

They are darling little things.







Anita...







and her bashful Beethoven!







Pipe and all!







Oh, Roger,

te are a fool!







Hello?







Jasper!

Jasper, te idiot!







- How dare te call here.

- We don't want no più of this,

we want our boodle!







We'll settle

for half!







Not one schilling

'til the job's done.







Jasper! Jasper!







It's in the blinkin' papers,

pictures and all!







Hang the papers!

It'll be forgotten tomorrow.







- I don't like it.

- Shut up, te idiot!







What?







Not you, miss.

I mean Horace!







Why, te imbecile!







Maybe it's Scotland Yard.







Maybe they found something.

Hello, Inspector?







- Is Anita there?

- Who?







-Anita!

- Uh... it's for you.







Hello?







Anita, darling.

What a dreadful thing.







I just saw the papers.

I couldn't believe it.







Yes, Cruella.

It was quite a shock.







- Is she calling to confess?

- Roger, please!







- She's a sly one.

- We're doing everything possible.







- Have you

called the police?

- Yes, Scotland Yard.







- But I'm afraid...

- Where are they?







te idiot!







- Anita!

- Sorry, Cruella.







If there's any news,

we'll let te know.







Thank you, Cruella.


I've got no time to argue.

It's got to be done tonight.







It must be a yes

o no question.







Do te understand?

Tonight!







But they ain 't big enough.







te couldn't get half a dozen coats

out of the whole caboodle.







Coats!

Dog-skin coats?







We'll settle for half a dozen!

We can't wait.







The police are everywhere.

I want the job done tonight!







How're we gonna do it?







Any way te like.

Poison them, drown them.







Bash them in the head.

te got any chloroform?







- Not a drop.

- And no ether, "ee-ther".







"Eye-ther"!







I don't care how te kill the little

beasts, but do it... and do it now!







Aw, please, miss.

Have pity.







Can't we see the rest

of the mostra first?







We want to see

"What's My Crime?"







Listen, te idiots!







I'll be back in the morning.

The job better be done...







o I'll...

I'll call the police!







Do te understand?


Well, any sign

of them?







Not so much as

one bloomin' footprint.







And we've been up and down

every road in the county.







- We're froze stiff. We're givin' up.

- Oh, no, te don't!







We'll find the little mongrels

if it takes 'til successivo Christmas.







Now get going!

Watch your driving!







Do te wanna get

nabbed da the police?

Well now,

what have we here?







Well... so they thought

they could outwit Cruella.







Ha-ha-ha-ha!







Jasper!

Horace!







Here's their tracks

heading for the village.







Blimey!

It's them, all right.







Work your way south on the side roads.

I'll take the main road.







See te in Dinsford!

Jasper! Horace!







- Well?

- Be reasonable, miss.







We're froze to our bones.







We've been out all night

and all day, with nothin' to eat.







They're somewhere in this village,

and we're going to find them.







Now get going!

It can't be!







It's impossible!







Run for it!







-Jasper! Horace!

- [Honking]







Jasper!







There they go...

in the van.







After them! After them!







Pongo!

There she is... Cruella.







Hey, lady,







what in thunder

are te tryin' to do?







Crazy woman driver!







- Pongo, look!

- Jasper!







Ain't nothin' to it.







I'll give him a nudge

and shove him in the dirt.







Perdy, watch out!







- Jasper!

- Horace!







te idiots!







te fools!







te imbeciles!







Ah, shut up!