Rayman Legends Adventures in Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure/Script

Two young children, not very young, were on their road to an airport. Teresa and Martin. They were leaving for their summer vacation and were on the road to visit some old faces in Teresa's life and to let Martin meet and get introduced by them.
"Hello," Martin said.
"Tickets please," Teresa warned the woman behind a desk, handing some personal items in order to get boarded.
"Thank you," the woman said, taking the stuff and typing into a computer as men came to take their bags inside the plane.
"It's going to be so emotional, Teresa," Martin said, out of emotion.
"I hope we have a good time," Teresa said as she straightened her backpack she would take on the plane ride.
"Yes, me as well," Martin said as he straightened his backpack he would take on the plane ride.
"We yet have a little bit of time, wanna catch a fast snack to get on the flight," Teresa asked, shuddering about airplane food.
"Of course," Martin said.
"Good," Teresa sighed, but went to a little chicken sandwich place to get herself a little real snack than peanuts or stale popcorn.
Martin joined her. Teresa was looking at various foreign facts in the airport, such as coin machines for new currency while leaving the country, some signs in various different languages and some PSA's from around the world. Martin looked around the airport, but he saw a camera in a gift shop.
"It's cool," Martin said.
"You want to have it if we meet James and Elizabeth," Teresa asked, noticing that he had found a camera.
"Yes, and to take pictures of every moment," Martin responded.
"Just watch out for the flash, they're having a baby and it might frighten him," Teresa warned.
"The flights are embarking," the intercom said.
"Ooh, we better hurry," Teresa caught some stuff she wanted to take with her on the flight and had her ticket out, rushing to get on the plane with Martin.
They came to the plane just in time.
"Thank heavens, it's like a rush," Teresa almost shivered and went to sit next to the window like she always did so.
"You warn me," Martin said, almost shivering and going to sit next to her.
Teresa pulled out some gum for herself. Even though she hated chewing gum, she only did it on plane rides. She took some of her mother's selling gum and burst some in her mouth for the flight, chewed a little while and waited until the plane would take off where she would chew a little bit more. Martin was so emotional.
"You want some," Teresa offered where her ears wouldn't hurt during the plane ride.
"Sure," Martin said.
Teresa pulled out some gum pieces and handed them to him.
"Thanks," Martin said.
Teresa nodded, but glanced out the window as the pilot did the traditional welcoming everyone aboard and warning them about safety procedures. Jesse payed complete attention. Teresa's eyes slowly shut and she started to fall asleep. Martin started to fall asleep as well. Teresa hummed a bit to the music she fell asleep as well, but luckily, her gum stayed in place.
Martin was now having a dream and where it showed him being a puppy. Teresa was just thinking how bad was going to be in James and Elizabeth's house now. She was emotional to see Junior now because Elizabeth had warned her he can speak a few words now and can sit up on his own. She wasn't as emotional about that as much as his parents, but she was happy to know he and the puppies had developed since she last saw everyone. Martin's dream was wonderful up until his dream became a nightmare and showed him a puppy in the dog pound and in the same cell with a big monstrous dog and began to chase after Martin as a puppy until he tripped and the dog charged at Martin as a puppy and looked like he was going to attack him at any moment.
"Martin? Martin," Teresa's voice grew distant in the boy's mind as he slept.
Then the dog lunged at the puppy that was Martin and it frightened him so much that he awakened in full sweat and shivering fast.
"Hello...." Teresa's face was his.
"Um, Teresa, why is your face in my face," Martin asked, moving his face away from hers.
"I'm sorry," Teresa backed off a bit. "We're landing soon," she warned him.
"Thanks," Martin said after wiping his sweat.
"You alright there," Teresa noticed how stern and frightened he seemed.
"Yes, I just had a nightmare," Martin said.
"Oh, gawrsh..." Teresa took a cup and filled it whatever was left in her water bottle and handed it to Martin with a grin, "here."
"Thanks," Martin said.
Teresa grinned and looked out the window to see the clouds slowly disappearing as they were about to land. Going down the plane runway was always her favorite part, it was like an amusement park ride. After drinking the water, Martin was now relaxed.
"Better," Teresa asked, yet looking out the window to get a good view of the new sights.
"Yes," Martin said.
"Well, we should get down soon," Teresa assured him.
"It's good to know," Martin said.
Teresa gave her gum a couple more chews, but stopped again once the pilot made an announcement about them landing soon.
"I can't wait to meet them, apart from this Aunt Sarah," Martin said.
"Aunt Sarah's isn't funny....." Teresa groaned, holding herself, "she put a muzzle on poor Lady and these damn cats got us in danger while James and Elizabeth were out of town."
"That's awful," Martin said.
"I think she has changed though, she had dog biscuits for Lady, Tramp and the puppies over Christmas the last time I heard," Teresa remarked.
"Yes, perhaps she changed her spots," Martin said.
Teresa shrugged and waited until the plane would come to a full stop.
"And I can't wait to see Lady and Tramp and their puppies," Martin said.
"I haven't seen the puppies since they were born," Teresa grinned. "I helped Lady give birth to them, I was kind of like a dog midwife," she laughed a little in her memory.
"Well, I'm sure they've grown a bit since then," Martin said.
"I'm sure they're old enough to walk on their own like Junior and can speak properly," Teresa added. She showed a picture of Lady with the girl puppies known as Danielle, Annette and Collette. "They have their mother's eyes......"
"I can see that," Martin said and noticed a boy pup, "and I see the boy pup is just like his father."
"They say he chewed almost everything, even the neighbor dog's little winter coat," Teresa mentioned, finding a picture of Lady and Tramp's puppy, fondly named Scamp.
"It looks like he would be a troublemaker," Martin said.
"Being the Tramp's son just makes sense," Teresa said as she tucked the pictures in her bag for later.
There was a beam noise coming. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're almost landing, just keep your seat-belts attached until we arrived at a full stop and welcome to a new part of the world and spend a happy holiday," the pilot called calmly.
"Better do what the pilot says," Martin said.
Teresa nodded and looked out the window, feeling emotional as the clouds came out of view and the new airport was coming. "I love that part," she whispered, loving going down the runway.
"Really? Cool," Martin said.
The pilot made his announcement again, allowing everyone to leave the plane and come out with their bags and go about their business now. Teresa caught her carry-on bag and stepped out to the new airport, looking around curiously. Martin joined her after getting his carry-on bag.
"I think we're here, but where's everyone," Teresa looked around, curiously. She didn't see anyone she recognized, but then saw a little puppy run up to her and almost try to jump on her. "Oof!"
The puppy growled, but grinned and licked her face.
"Looks like we've been made to feel welcome here," Martin said as he saw Teresa being licked by the puppy.
Teresa chuckled a little. "Down, boy, down!"
"Alright, Scamp, I think Teresa's had enough," a man said.
The puppy looked over to him, but walked to him and to a complete grown dog who resembled him.
"Yuck," Teresa groaned, wiping some of the puppy slobber away, but she wasn't fully mad.
"Well, that's certainly a fashion of welcoming visitors," Martin said.
"We were looking for you, James," Teresa warned the older man as he settled the scamp of a puppy.
The family saw Martin next to Teresa.
"He's my friend Martin, I hope he can stay for the celebration," Teresa warned them.
"It'll be fine, darling," Elizabeth warned her, grinning as she held her new toddler Junior.
"And I guess this little guy is Junior," Martin said.
"It's him," Teresa said, grinning, "does he yet know any words?"
"Oh, just as usual, Mum, Dada..." Elizabeth explained.
"It's a good start," Martin said.
"Oh, it's the triplets," Teresa beamed, picking up one of Lady and Tramp's cocker spaniel puppies, "I believe this one is Annette."
"I guess these two must be Danielle and Collette," Martin said, looking at the other two cocker spaniel puppies.
"Yes, and that's Scamp," Teresa concluded.
"Well, he certainly resembles his father as a puppy," Martin said.
"Have the two of you already eaten? We have dinner ready at home wherever you are," Elizabeth invited, holding onto Junior tight.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," Teresa responded.
"C'mon, let's go," Teresa said, leaving with the Brown family.
Scamp appeared to be a very hyperactive puppy. He was focusing on food that people dropped in the airport, but heard a call and dashed towards his family.
"Wow, he's like a puppy version of me," Martin said.
"We better get him home, probably looking forward to playing with his sisters again," Elizabeth said.
Then Scamp whined as she mentioned the spaniel triplets and they weren't jumpy and wild like he was.
As if on cue, Annette, Danielle and Collette all rolled their eyes.
"I don't think he'd like to play with them," Martin said.
Teresa sighed and put her hand against her face. "I get along very well with my older brother, why is this wherever I meet other siblings they need to fight?"
"Shoehorn conflict," Martin said out of confusion.
"You know, fighting all the time, getting in danger....." Teresa explained.
"Ohh," Martin said out of realization.
"Well, I hope if we give Junior a little brother or sister, he won't fight," Elizabeth remarked as they came to get to the house as the people were singing "Welcome".
Elizabeth held Junior as James unlocked the front door to their house and Scamp ran in, tracking mud everywhere.
"Bath time, girls," Lady warned her daughters and decided to help her masters get the puppies in for a bath.
"I hate baths," Scamp said, moaning.
"I know, that's it," Martin said.
"Now, Scamp, the baths are good for you," Teresa warned the puppy who was so much like his father.
Tramp scratched himself with his hind leg as he spoke in private with Lady as James took Annette, Collette and Danielle for their baths and Elizabeth went upstairs to put Junior down for a nap.
"Yes, they are, but some of us don't like them, do we, Scamp," Martin asked.
"Right, wait, you can understand me," Scamp asked Martin.
"Yes, I've always understood animals," Martin said.
"I didn't know you could......" Teresa glanced at Martin.
"There's a lot of facts you don't know about me," Martin said to Teresa.
"Show-off..." Teresa muttered, but grinned down at Scamp, "just think, if you do it now, you won't have to concern about it later."
"Oh, I love taking a bath," Annette said, rather smugly to rub it in to her dirty brother.
"It makes my fur so silky," Danielle added.
"Yes," Collette agreed.
Scamp and Martin just rolled their eyes.
"Scamp, if you live in the house, you have to be clean," Tramp warned his puppy as the girls went to relax outside with Lady.
Teresa decided to join the girls.
"Yes, perhaps for domestic dogs, but not me," Scamp said.
"The same with me," Martin said.
Tramp sighed. Scamp was just like the fashion he was if he was a puppy, no wonder he never had one home before he met Lady. Then he saw the pup going on the couch and didn't appreciate that with his new fashions. "Scamp, you know you're not supposed to climb to the furniture, now get off there before breaking something!"
"Oh, c'mon, straighten up," Martin said to Tramp.
"Yes, daddy, how about going out and plucking flowers, chasing cats," Scamp said to Tramp and went over to the pillow his father was using and began to pull it off of his father.
"C'mon now, you're going to ruin everything," Tramp scolded them, "Martin, you're a mouse being, you know you can't do this."
"Well, I'm sorry if I never had parents or family to teach right from wrong," Martin said out of frustration.
Tramp sighed and put his paw to his muzzle.
"Well, then, you mean you don't have a family," Scamp asked Martin.
"That's true and this makes me an orphan," Martin said out of despair.
Tramp thought that he should lighten up the moment.
"Tramp, I hope you don't mess in there," James called from the kitchen.
"He's not, I was just trying to play the piano," Martin lied.
"Alright," James had a distant remark.
Tramp lay down on the floor, feeling a bit tired like an old man. "Alright, whirlwinds, time to settle in," he warned both Martin and Scamp, "why don't you go play with Junior?"
"Yes, c'mon, Scamp," Martin said.
They both went to play with Junior. Elizabeth had left the room to see something else.
Junior was playing instead of napping. He grinned to see one of the puppies. "Scamp!"
Scamp went over to Junior and began to sniff him and lick him. Junior chuckled and clapped from Scamp. And then where he placed his father's hat on Scamp, who began to play around with it.
James came in the room, wondering about his favorite hat and was alarmed as Scamp appeared to be teething on it. "Scamp," he took the hat and moaned in dismay. "Oh, look what you did to my favorite hat..." he caught the puppy and took him downstairs. "Let's see if you can behave long enough for me to give you a bath," he started the sink water.
Scamp began to sneak off where he wouldn't get a bath. James fought with the puppy, squirming to get away.
'I have to help Scamp somehow,' Martin thought.
James kept trying to hold Scamp silent, but the rambunctious puppy escaped and went outside. Since he was wet and slippery, the dirt turned back into mud and splashed against the girls. Teresa groaned a bit, she didn't really like getting dirty. Lady whined, backing up, and the triplet spaniels were no doubt in serious disgust. The three of them growled at Scamp and James decided that Scamp had to be punished and chained up the puppy in the yard.
"Perhaps chaining yourself will teach you a lesson..." James said, strictly.
"Come here, Teresa, I'll give you one of my outfits to wear," Elizabeth offered.
Teresa flinched, knowing how feminine Elizabeth liked to dress and would probably get stuck in some pink and frilly outfit. Martin went outside to keep Scamp company.
"It looks good on him," Annette scoffed.
"Simply incorrigible," Danielle added.
"He found out on himself," Collette finished.
Then the spaniel triplets looked down to see themselves coated in mud and needing another bath. Then that cheered them up and they had a race over who would have the bath first since it would be too much damage if all of them at once took a bath. Along the road to get their baths they looked at Martin, confused as to why was going outside.
Tramp sighed as he looked at Scamp outside there, chained up.
Lady came up to her mate. "Tramp?"
"The best fact Jim Dear could have done for our boy, chain him up..." Tramp tried to sound stern about this and not upset.
And then, he noticed Martin had joined Scamp not as a punishment by his own free will.
"I'm yet blamed for everything..." Scamp whined.
"Hey, perhaps a few shrieks will make you feel better," Martin suggested.
"Yes, perhaps," Scamp grinned a bit. "A lot of dogs do that if they're upset..." he was about to howl.
Lady and Tramp looked outside, seeing Scamp very unhappy.
"I'll give that to him," Teresa had a leftover sandwich from her plane trip with Martin. Then she came out, wearing her new outfit. It was a dull pink sweater with a white top on the inside, and a lighter pink skirt. The pinks made her flinch, but she had to be polite about wearing it in Elizabeth and James's house. She winced until Martin was howling with Scamp.
"Mice don't shout, do they," Scamp said out of confusion.
"Well, no, but that doesn't mean I can't be the first mouse to yell," Martin said.
"You have a good point there," Scamp said.
Then they both continued on with their howls.
Teresa sighed and put her hands on her ears. "I was going to give you all a little something to eat, but forget about it," she growled, but walked back inside, a little annoyed with their antics.
Tramp went outside with Scamp's food bowl.
Scamp looked up at his father and looked away, despite being hungry really, but just down because at what just happened to him.
Tramp placed the food down on Scamp. "I thought you might be hungry and I thought you might be hungry," he said.
Martin did have food with him, but didn't bring it out just yet.
"You see? I'm yet blamed for everything," Scamp lamented.
Teresa decided to stay in with everyone. 'What's the matter with him lately,' she wondered about Martin, never really seeing him act like this before. It seemed unnatural for him. Sure, Martin was never quite normal himself, but he was acting like a dog lately. Then she remembered that Martin had a nightmare.
Elizabeth and James were warning Teresa what had been going on since she last saw them. Even Aunt Sarah was in a generous mood as they mentioned she sent dog biscuits for Christmas and was planning on coming to the picnic with them and her cats. Teresa shuddered about the cats coming, but hopefully, they would be better than they had been before if Aunt Sarah was having a change of heart. Then Teresa heard Scamp and Tramp arguing and where Martin was joining in, but he was joining in by Scamp's side of the argument.
Teresa decided to go out and see the two. "I wonder what's been happening to them."
Tramp went up to Teresa to warn her what was going on.
"What is this," Teresa whispered to the former street dog.
"This friend of yours badly needs a family to teach him right from wrong and how to stop yelling," Tramp whispered.
"He doesn't have a family," Teresa said softly, "you're right though."
While Teresa and Tramp were whispering to each other, Martin began to warn Scamp about the dream he had and which had turned into a nightmare. Teresa and Tramp went back inside. Lady was warning Scamp at how hard it must be since Tramp was a street dog all his life until he saved baby Junior from a disease-infested rodent and James and Elizabeth thought he was a brave dog. That allowed them to adopt him and eventually give him one family.
"Do you hear that," Scamp lifted up his ear until he heard other dogs on the street.
"Yes, I do," Martin said, "and it looks like it's coming from the other side of the fence."
Scamp went to the fence and burst his head in. He grew very emotional. There were a few dogs messing around with the unlucky dogcatcher. Scamp barked, letting be in on the fun with them and he saw one dog who noticeably caught his attention and eye. He thought she was very pretty. Martin also looked and saw the dogs and also saw that they were having help with the dogcatcher by a mouse girl and where he thought she was pretty.
The girl stopped and the girl dog turned back to them. They were both grinning fondly to the boys looking at them.
"C'mon, Angel," one of the bigger dogs called, but this made the other dogs come to the puppy and boy's attention, "don't you wanna play?"
Scamp fought in the fence. "I wish we could...."
"Yes, but we can't," Martin said.
"Whoops, we have to go," one of the smaller dogs said.
"Angel, come," the girl warned the female dog, patted her lap and ran with her and the other dogs.
The dogcatcher was running with his net to capture a bigger dog, a Rottweiler.
"We have to get out of here," Martin said.
The dogcatcher had been a game to the stray dogs. It even landed in the Brown yard in front of Scamp. Angel barked for Scamp to give it to them where they could play and perhaps even let him join in the fun. The street urchin girl was looking through the fence as well, wondering what Martin would do. Martin gave the hat to Scamp, who then gave it to Angel.
"Atta boy," Martin said to Scamp as he ruffled the top of Scamp's head.
Angel took the hat and gave Scamp a little kiss to thank him.
"Thank you," the mouse girl whispered to Martin.
The dogcatcher was coming back for his hat and was almost scolding Scamp for it, but Angel gave him a bite on his rear and the catcher's net went on the Rottweiler. The Rottweiler tricked the catcher and made him get caught on his own net and was on top of the dog pound car with the hat in his mouth. He gave a wink to Scamp.
"That was great! We have to meet them, Martin," Scamp attempted to get out of the fence, but couldn't since he didn't have hands and there was a lock on the door.
"Yes, we have to meet them," Martin said and attempted to get the fence unlocked.
Scamp tried to get out and started to run around the yard at how great it would be to be a stray dog like these cool dogs they met. That night, Scamp was eventually freed from being chained. "Hey, look, I did it! Wow! Farewell, house dogs! C'mon, Martin, we're getting out of here," he warned the mouse boy and found a road to free them both from the fence.
"Yes," Martin said and then began to get some distance from the fence and then began to run towards it and then jumped and unlocked the fence.
Scamp cheered and they ran down the neighborhood streets, which almost awakened everyone else. Scamp barked around, hoping to find the dogs to befriend them, but so far couldn't find them. He looked in any possible place to find a street dog, but had no such luck and was about to give up.
"They have to be around here someplace," Martin said.
Scamp sighed as they walked along. There was familiar yipping and rat squeaks.
"BACK!! BACK," a sharp young voice called.
"But wait, that voice and that howl, this must be the girl and the puppy we saw with these dogs," Martin whispered to Scamp.
Scamp hid a blush as Martin mentioned Angel the puppy as he went closer. Then he decided to help her out by barking frustratedly to frighten off the rats he could see shadows of. The rats heard this and ran off.
"I don't know how it happened, girl, c'mon," the homeless girl said to her puppy and started to collect any food they could find together.
"C'mon, this is our chance to meet them," Martin said.
Scamp and Martin went into the alley.
The girl was looking for some edible food for herself while Angel was looking in the trash for some scraps. Martin and Scamp saw them and found this the perfect time to go and meet them while looking like they were also looking for some food and scraps.
The girl glanced at Martin with a smirk and kept looking for edible food. "Hey...I know you...you're that boy in the Brown house...I never thought these people had another boy besides that baby," she said as she tossed a banana peel over her shoulder.
Angel glanced at Scamp the same fashion and continued to look.
"I'm not your son, I was just visiting you with your niece, I'm an orphan," Martin said as he continued to look.
"Oh, welcome to the club....." the girl said softly, "my name's Cynthia."
"Nice name, my name is Martin," the boy said.
"That name makes me think of that book I used to read, To Murder a Mockingbird......" Cynthia glanced at him. She was a little rough in appearance, and could easily mistaken for a boy.
"Well, where are you two from," Martin asked.
Scamp was warning Angel that his collar was a symbol of graduation, even if she didn't really buy it, but liked him anyhow.
"It's a long story....." Cynthia rubbed her arm, glancing at Martin.
"I have time," Martin said.
"It's quite long...I can only say that I have issues with adoptive parents," Cynthia hinted as Angel showed Scamp some street dog tricks. "We better catch up or we'll be left behind," Cynthia led Martin to where the puppies were, "you better get back home, the streets are in bad shape."
Angel chuckled and kicked an overturned trashcan on Scamp away from him.
"Angel, c'mon," Cynthia summoned her puppy and went down the street road with Angel following swiftly.
"Wait for us," Martin said.
Scamp and Martin were after Cynthia and Angel. The boys tried to copy the girls' moves, but had damage than the girls did since they had been doing what they'd done a long time.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Teresa was washing her hands and looked down at Lady. "You think we should bring the boys in? They've been out there a long time."
"Yes, we should," Lady said.
Teresa nodded and opened the door for them both to get out. "Scamp, Martin," she called. Then she gasped as she didn't see Martin in the backyard and the chain was unlatched by the doghouse and the fence was open.
"What is this, Teresa," Lady asked her.
"Look," Teresa pointed to show neither Scamp or Martin were in the yard.
"Oh, dear," Lady said out of despair.
"We better let the others know," Teresa ran back inside the house with the spaniel mother.
Martin and Scamp kept following the girls. Angel went through the secret entrance while Cynthia crawled through because at how small it was for her. Martin and Scamp continued to follow them.
Scamp went first while Martin crawled. "Wow...it's a paradise for dogs, Martin," he barked happily as he saw the other dogs. He looked around to see the dogs doing facts he would never be allowed to do before. "Jumping on the couch, digging in the trash, and smashing stuff! If only there were hats to chew on..."
"Yes, because that would make this the perfect place," Martin said.
Scamp found a hat being chewed on by the Rottweiler from earlier and another dog. They were fighting for it while a small dog and sheepdog were watching it.
"Go, Buster, go," the sheepdog cheered.
"Woo hoo hoo hoo! Farewell home, hello freedom," Martin and Scamp said out of joy.
Scamp cheered and dashed over to see the dogs as the Rottweiler won the hat and tossed the loser dog into the stove.
"Haha, which one of you think can take on the Buster," the Rottweiler named Buster asked the other dogs.
The dogs ran down together to get the hat, but Buster had put it down like a red cape and removed it to make them charge like a bull. The sheepdog laughed while the others moaned in the smash.
"That has to hurt," Martin said.
Scamp nodded, but yet grinned. "It yet looks fun," he wagged his tail, emotional to meet some new friends.
Buster was boasting about how the Junkyard Dogs ruled the world and he ruled them and tried to get Angel's attention. Angel rolled her eyes at him as Cynthia was lying next to him, filing her nails in a broken down car. Martin kept his eyes on Cynthia.
"I'm not your girl...." Angel huffed at Buster, but nuzzled against Cynthia.
The street girl extended her hand and pet against the puppy's gold-like fashion.
Buster howled which made the other dogs howl, Scamp did as well, which caught everyone's attention.
"Scamp, I think he simply trapped everyone's attention," Martin warned the puppy.
Buster came down the top of the car as the older dogs looked down to see Scamp.
"Look, Angel, it's that boy and that dog again," Cynthia noticed.
Angel turned her head and looked to see Scamp and went down with Cynthia to look at them. Scamp stopped howling once he saw that his howling caught everyone's attention. The dogs all wondered where he came from and were surprised he was off his leash, but yet had his collar on. The older female dog was sniffing Martin to see if he was friendly or not.
"It's alright, girl, I'm friendly," Martin said to the older female dog.
Buster came to break it up. "Hey, hey, hey..." he looked down at Scamp. "I'm the best dog around. And no one joins the Junkyard Dogs unless I say so, well, what's your name and your pet's name, Sport," he asked the puppy.
"My name's Scamp and his name is Martin," Scamp said.
Buster chuckled and circled them. "If you want to be one of us, one of the rules is NO domestic dogs or humans with families."
"I'm not a house dog," Scamp argued.
"And I have no family," Martin argued.
"Oh, yes, then what's this," Buster looked at Scamp's collar, making the other dogs laugh.
Cynthia and Angel were silent, but they were silently jealous that Scamp and Martin actually may have had a place to call home.
"Alright, first off, Scamp ran off of home with me and second, I'M AN ORPHAN," Martin exclaimed.
"Yes, the life of house dogs is hard, we want to be wild and free," Scamp warned Buster.
"You should know what it takes to be a Junkyard Dog and stray hedgehog," Buster warned the little puppy and mouse.
"Warn them what's needed, Buster," the sheepdog jumped up and down emotionally, "warn them what's needed!"
One of the dogs pushed down a piano to help Buster teach them their fashions in song. Martin and Scamp paid close attention to what Buster had to say. Buster taught of the society with the other dogs, showing examples to their new life. And where to Scamp and Martin, it seemed like a life they would like to have.
"Darling, I always have my best ideas if you're around," Buster warned Angel after the song ended as Scamp and Martin were welcome to join their lifestyle, "that's why you're my girl."
"I'm not your girl," Angel growled at the Rottweiler.
Then Buster went to teach Scamp as Martin found Cynthia.
"Hey, Cynthia," Martin greeted.
Cynthia looked up at him with her hands on her hips. "Hey, boy..." she greeted hotly.
At the Brown house, Lady and Tramp were waiting outside while Elizabeth, James and Teresa were discussing Scamp and Martin's disappearance. Scamp's sisters were outside with their parents. Tramp was consoling Lady as Trusty and Jock came. Their owners had heard from James and Elizabeth and came for moral support for the parents grieving over the loss of their only son.
Teresa came out in her jacket, feeling comfortable and secure again. "I can't believe even Martin left..."
"We came as soon as we found out," Jock tried to come in through the fence as the spaniel triplets rushed to him.
All three of the cocker spaniel triplets came over to Trusty and Jock and spoke at the same time.
"Don't worry, ladies," Trusty tried to soothe them, even if they were speaking at once and hard to understand, but they really missed their brother, "I have the keen sense of my smell of my grandfather Old Reliable! Hey, did I ever warn you about the time I saved your father from certain death?"
The triplets said no.
"Gah, here he goes again....." Jock muttered, "I warned you, you won't be living with him!"
The triplets started speaking about their brother, they didn't seem to care about him coming back or not.
"Especially that boy, Martin," Annette said.
Danielle huffed. "I don't even want to go back to Scamp...and that mouse Martin was so weird..."
"Yes, who cares? They should've known better not to run away," Collette added.
"This mouse Martin, I guess he's your friend Teresa," Jock said to the mouse girl.
"Yes, that is," Teresa looked down at him with her hands in her pockets, "he wasn't here last time if I was visiting everyone. He kept warning me that he always wanted to be a dog...he even had a dream about it if we were flying here on the plane."
The triplets kept speaking about their brother as Lady came past them and sent a scolding look to the one speaking about slippers and making fun of Scamp.
"My bad, Mum," Collette said to her mother.
Lady softened her look on her daughter.
"We really miss him, Mum..." Annette said coldly.
Tramp tried to assume his daughters that Scamp and Martin would be brought back in no time and that Tramp was the same, sly, street smart dog he once was, even if he was older now with a family of his own. Then he turned his head as James called for him. They all began their search.
"C'mon, let's see what mischief our pup's got into," Tramp warned Lady and they went away to find Scamp and Martin.
"Alright, Scampster, get the jar out of the alley," Buster warned the pup to begin some Junkyard Dog training.
"How difficult may it be to get a dog tin," Martin asked.
Scamp climbed in with some of Martin's help. The other dogs, except Angel was laughing. She looked worried for Scamp, as Cynthia did for Martin. There was an aggressive-looking dog holding a tin can hostage, but luckily, he was sleeping, where he didn't come after and try to hurt the puppy or the boy. Martin began to get afraid as soon as he saw the dog that was sleeping.
"Scamp, this is the dog I saw in my nightmare," Martin whispered to the puppy.
Scamp looked very hesitant. "I can handle this, Martin, it's a dog job," he whispered to the mouse boy and sneaked over to the bear-like fashion as he snored soundly and heavily.
Martin began biting his nails, hesitantly. Scamp came close to the sleeping dog and leaned in far to bite the end of the tin can and pull it softly and silently. The dog reached his paw out to reach for his can which had been stolen. He looked like he was about to awaken, but then he put his dog arms under his chin and went back to sleep, not noticing anything wrong yet. Then Martin began to relax.
"Alright, great, you've had a tin can, let's go back to Buster and the others," Martin whispered to Scamp.
Scamp nodded and backed up to make sure the dog was yet asleep. Then he felt victory and started to get back to the others, but incidentally hit the trashcan behind him and the dog awakened in a flash.
"Oh, c'mon," Martin exclaimed.
Scamp started to whine a little in fear and ran with Martin off of the aggressive dog, Reggie.
"Can you reach this," Scamp asked, seeing a latch that only someone with thumbs could move.
"I think so," Martin said.
"C'mon," Scamp tried to get to the door and jump for it. It was pretty high for him, hands or no hands.
Reggie was coming close for them and about to hurt them.
"Run," Martin shrieked.
Scamp kept jumping for the latch and Reggie had cornered them.
"Follow my example," Scamp whispered to Martin as the eerie dog was trying to bite them.
"You don't have to warn me twice," Martin said.
Martin and Scamp led the dog other fashions and swiftly made their road to run off of his path. They jumped into old crates as the dog smashed against them and Scamp bit and hung onto a blanket to air-dry as laundry. Martin joined him. Reggie didn't see them at first, but then looked up and tried to chomp at them as they were dangling. Since Martin was holding onto the sheet as well, it was losing its free will to hang and the clothespins snapped away and the sheet fell onto Reggie, allowing Martin and Scamp to escape further.
"It's a spook," the sheepdog thought Reggie was a ghost, "a spook!"
"No, it's Reggie, scatter," Buster warned them.
The dogs and Cynthia ran off as Reggie broke through his fence and was in the middle of the street. Scamp and Martin ran into a woman with her poodle. Angel and Cynthia came to help the boys as Reggie was charging toward them. That was if the dogcatcher was coming and didn't even think to see Martin and Cynthia as Scamp's and Angel's possible owners. Though his smoke in the back of his car blocked Reggie's vision and made him go another road while the pups and children were elsewhere. Martin was relieved to know that Reggie went the other road.
The dogcatcher had stuffed Angel up in a net.
"HEY!! Let her go," Cynthia yelled as she stopped on the sidewalk and frowned at the authority figure.
"Yes, let her go, you big jerk," Martin yelled.
Scamp jumped up and started to gnaw on the net. The dogcatcher was surprised to see a house dog doing that. The net hit a pole and the puppies went flying against flour sacks and the car hit Reggie. Unfortunately, it didn't murder him, it made him go flying into a vegetable stand with a tomato splattered on his face. The dogcatcher didn't find Scamp or Angel and decided to collect Reggie this time, which put an end of fear in the Junkyard Dogs against him.
Cynthia looked at Martin as Angel went to Scamp. "He saved her life...." the girl whispered in awestruck.
"He likes Angel and I think he likes her," Martin whispered to her.
Cynthia chuckled a little. "I can warn..."
Scamp wagged his tail with Angel.
"No one here but Cynthia would've done that," Angel grinned fondly at Scamp.
The dogs couldn't believe Scamp was only a puppy and he had such bravery.
"Scamp seems to impress them all," Martin whispered to Cynthia.
The dogs all came around Scamp to marvel at him while Angel faded into the background.
"You understand them," Cynthia asked, remembering how sometimes the dog and boy would speak.
"Yes, I've been able to speak to animals since then, well, forever, I think," Martin said.
"This is funny," Cynthia blinked at him, "I can only really speak to dogs and cats...for some reason, the other animals don't speak to me, perhaps I don't understand them."
"HEY," Buster shouts, "has anyone opened this fact?"
The sheepdog was coming to bust it down than get one of the humans to open it manually.
"We could've opened this, you know," Martin said to the sheepdog.
"I hit the fact," the sheepdog laughed.
"Lights, soft feet," Angel replied to Scamp as she went in with the others.
"Aw, Mooch..." Cynthia facepalmed the dog.
Scamp began to follow Angel, acting cool. Scamp incidentally tripped over a broken fence piece and hit against Martin.
Later, Buster was leading a road as the others followed and the people down below were building up a carnival. They all decided to relax a bit while the people were building the carnival. Cynthia was holding Angel close, Ruby was lying down speaking with Scamp about the Master Junkyard Dog, Scratchy was with Sparky and Mooch was lying himself. Then Buster got everyone together and spoke about a very familiar master junkyard dog.
"Ruby's right," Sparky got them all to gather together, "in my time, there was only one stray by which all dogs measured."
"The Tramp," the dogs said together, which had an unsettling feeling with Scamp. He had never known his father used to be a street dog and thought he was a house dog all his life.
Martin had the same feeling and also thought that Tramp was a house dog all his life.
"The Tramp," Martin asked, acting as if he didn't know who Tramp was.
"He taught Buster everything he knew about being on the street," Mooch warned them.
"And Tramp's damage was Buster's damage," Ruby added.
"And Buster's damage was Tramp's damage," Mooch almost echoed.
"He was a great dog, I only heard about him if I moved here," Cynthia explained to get a person's word in.
"Cool," Martin said.
"He once stole a whole meat cart," Mooch warned Scamp a story about the legendary dog. "And then, the dogcatcher chased him all the road to the river," he chased the tiny dog, Francisco into a little waterway, which felt like a lake to the small dog.
"No, sir, they were dogcatchers," Sparky corrected.
"How much," Martin asked.
"At least a dozen.....two dozen," Sparky warned them the story as Scamp and Martin imagined Tramp going through that before he had possibly met Lady, "now if I think about it, the police and army cavalry were also after the boy. He was trapped, but if Tramp should go. He went in style!"
"Well, what just happened," Scamp asked.
Sparky took a swift lap of water. "After that, we didn't see each other again, they say that if the wind blows, Tramp can yet be heard," he made it sound as though Tramp died in this story.
"Wow," Scamp and Martin said in amazement.
Then the wind was blowing and some leaves danced, which caught the dogs' attention.
Buster had enough of remembering this old dog. "OK, that's it! It didn't happen that fashion!"
"Oh, yes, what have you done," Cynthia frowned to the Rottweiler.
"Perhaps he knows a true story, because the story the old dog just warned sounded a little far-reaching," Martin said.
"Exactly," Buster glanced at him, but warned a different story and put his paw around Scamp, "he met this girl, you see? The Queen of the Kennel Club Set. Even her Prissy little name: Lady."
Scamp gulped, that was his mother's name. Martin gulped as he heard Buster say Lady's name.
'At least, he didn't mention Teresa's name,' Martin thought.
"But he met his true love......" Angel spoke up in defense for the cocker spaniel.
"He betrayed me," Buster yelled at the puppies, "you can't start a family and yet be a junk dog! Well, I gave him a choice, either me or her!"
"I think he chose her for you," Martin said out of fear of Buster.
"He chose life at the end of the chain," Buster almost scowled with drool, "clung to a real powder puff, slept on carpets, free roaming and tables, lived a pleasant pillow life! That's if I learned the first rule about a junkyard dog...Buster's damage is Buster's damage."
Scamp suddenly had an itch and started to scratch himself. Seeing this, Martin began to make a sign for Scamp to stop. Scamp looked at him and swiftly stopped.
"Hey, Tramp scratched like that...." Buster observed and sniffed the puppy, "you're not a relative, right?"
"What am I? Not all," Scamp said.
"Good, because if you were, you'd be KIBBLE," Buster snapped a twig Ruby was chewing on with his mouth.
Cynthia saw the others leaving and patted her lap again. "Angel, c'mon..."
Angel nodded, turned back to Scamp and left with the others.
That night, Martin and Scamp were walking along the railroad tracks together. Scamp just couldn't believe his father was a legend in the dog world. Neither could Martin.
"Has Teresa never warned you that Tramp is my father," Scamp asked as they walked, "I just can't believe it......Dad..."
"You fine, tenderfoot," Angel came with Cynthia to the boys.
"Me? Yes, why shouldn't I be fine," Scamp asked.
"What are you doing here," Cynthia asked.
"Yes," Angel came to Scamp, "don't you have a nice family at home?"
Then Scamp began to warn them why he wouldn't go back.
Angel winced as Scamp said she was lucky she never had a family. "You're wrong."
Cynthia nodded in agreement, having a grave expression on her face.
"You think you two had a family," Scamp asked.
"In fact, we had five families," Angel explained.
"My parents died in a car incident and I was sent to live with my wicked grandmother and her dog," Cynthia explained, "although at last, his dog gave birth to puppies and his grandmother sent the dog off and I had to keep one of them, I'm sure you can guess who. After that, we were sent to several different foster families. Just as we start thinking 'Wow, we have a family', they either move off, they're allergic to Angel, or they're having a baby. Then we both gave up and ended up on the street, it was this or an orphanage that didn't allow pets."
"Wow, and I thought starting a family was hard," Scamp said.
Cynthia and Angel held each other. Angel whined a bit, thinking of being homeless and having rough lives together.
"You two really want a family, didn't you," Martin asked the girls.
"A lot..." Cynthia said softly.
"But you have Buster in your paw," Scamp tried to consider.
"You can't warn him! You can't! He's driving us out," Angel became animated again.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with us, we promise, right, Scamp," Martin asked.
"Right," Scamp nodded once.
Angel looked softly at Scamp and walked with him. Cynthia had a small loving look at Martin and walked next to him.
"Well, I think you're Buster's girl," Scamp said to Angel while they were walking.
"I'm not Buster's girl," Angel scowled at him and came in front of the two mice and other puppy, "I don't belong to anyone but Cynthia! Spam dogs aren't a special family, what choice have we done?"
"What else have you done as a junkyard dog if you dig and stay outside for as long as you want," Scamp said.
"Run," Angel said abruptly.
Cynthia sensed something wrong since Angel was staying silent like that.
"Yes, or chase the cats or dig up the bones..." Scamp said before being interrupted again.
"NO!! I mean, run," Angel yelled as a light was coming toward them. Then she ran with Cynthia to get off the railroad tracks.
Martin and Scamp both looked behind them and saw a train coming and decided to join Cynthia and Angel. Soon Angel and Cynthia found outrunning a train to be fun and they saw a bush past a red light. Then the girls jumped into the bush and they were safe and they waited for the boys to join them. The boys were halfway across China. Unfortunately, Scamp's paw got caught in one of the tracks. Martin stopped to help Scamp. Angel and Cynthia rushed to help the boys as the train was coming faster and faster.
The track broke away and they all fell into the water as the train passed and missed them in just seconds. One problem for Martin though even though that the train did miss them, Martin had a fear of water and couldn't swim.
Angel went up to the surface and caught her breath and climbed up to dry land. "Scamp? Scamp," she glanced and saw him, "Scamp, where are Cynthia and Martin?"
Meanwhile, Trusty and Jock were searching for any traces of Scamp or Martin while James was looking around with Teresa.
"I had his scent," Trusty said.
"Are you sure," Jock asked.
"Which one," Teresa also asked.
"Scamp," Trusty said.
Teresa and Jock started to follow Trusty to find Scamp, hopefully Martin was with him.
"C'mon, Pidge," Tramp warned his mate and ran away with her.
They followed Trusty to the lake.
"Scamp," Tramp called as they saw a fluff ball floating along the water. He dove in after it.
"Oh, please..." Lady hoped her son would be alright.
Tramp brought out of the lake, thinking that it was Scamp.
"Scamp," Lady called, "Scamp! Oh, thank heavens..."
Tramp brought the fluff ball and turned it over to reveal it was a wig. Not just any wig, it was the wig that belonged to the woman who owned the poodle that Martin and Scamp ran into earlier today.
"This is a wig," Teresa pointed out.
Jock sniffed it and frowned at Trusty. "A wig? You smelled a wig, man, you're hopeless!"
"I'm very sorry, Miss Lady," Trusty said.
Lady grinned apologetically and then grew fierce like a mother bear. "Hey, we have to keep looking!"
Jock scoffed at Trusty as they followed her.
Teresa sighed. "I shouldn't have made fun of him..." she muttered, referring to Martin willing to live like a dog.
Then they joined up with James.
"You alright, Tramp," Teresa asked before they went back with him as he looked very low about the loss of his son.
"I wouldn't have been so hard for him," Tramp said.
"Come here..." Teresa walked with him to get to James.
As they had gone, Cynthia was swimming and trying to get Martin to dry land as Scamp and Angel were waiting for them. Angel and Scamp saw Cynthia and Martin on dry land.
"He's unconscious, but I think he's alive," Cynthia put Martin on dry land as Angel and Scamp came to see him. Cynthia moaned a bit and then opened the boy's mouth to give him CPR.
After three attempts, Martin awakened.
Cynthia was kneeling over him. "Oh, Martin...I was so concerned....."
"So...concerned," Martin asked, acting cool.
Cynthia scoffed and playfully shoved him as the dogs shook themselves dry. "Get over yourself, dude."
"I don't know how you are, but there has to be a better fashion in the bath," Angel said as she shook.
"Believe me, there's no other fashion to take a bath," Scamp said.
Angel chuckled and had a sudden need to chase her tail. She spun around a little bit and caught it very swiftly.
"Good girl," Cynthia petted her puppy.
"Wow, that's as weird as you did so," Scamp asked Angel.
"Talent," Angel smirked.
"Let me try," Scamp said with a smirk.
"Go then," Cynthia said as she ruffled up Angel's fur for comfort, "ah, I'm sorry, girl, I wish I could give you some sweets..."
Scamp began to chase his tail. The puppy fell though, he wasn't as fast or successful as the girl puppy.
"You're really a home dog," Angel chuckled.
"Oh, yes," Scamp asked.
"Yes," Angel challenged.
Then Scamp got up and they began to walk together with Martin and Cynthia. Angel and Scamp were almost wrestling as their mice followed. They came across a heart-shaped park and walked together. They both appeared to have been hit by the curse known as puppy love. And where they began to enjoy each other's company.
They even came across a fountain that had a cupid with a bow and arrow. Angel and Scamp shared glances at each other, but looked away as the other would look at one another. Cynthia even seemed to enjoy Martin and was messing around with him in a teasing fashion to show that was how she showed affection. And where Martin began to show his affection for her. Then Scamp, Martin, Angel and Cynthia ran over a small bridge together as fireflies came out to lighten the mood.
And then where Scamp began to fill his mouth with fireflies without swallowing them. Angel chuckled and the flies around her appeared to make a necklace for her as she grinned fondly at Scamp. Cynthia was catching some of the flies with Martin and opened her hands up to let them fly off and decorate the summer atmosphere. The four of them had passed a heart in the sidewalk that had Lady and Tramp's paw-prints in them.
They continued down the path until they came up to a restaurant. Scamp barked and allowed Angel to come as well. Martin and Cynthia were waiting and wanted food as well. The owner of the restaurant Tony looked out and grinned to see the dogs and the children and gave them a spaghetti dinner for free. Martin and Cynthia shared a table and Scamp and Angel shared a table.
Scamp did a move reminiscent of his father and allowed Angel to have one of the meatballs. Cynthia was eating her spaghetti silently while Angel dove into hers like a real wild dog with no manners. Martin did the same fact Scamp did. Scamp and Angel started to lick each other, nuzzle and have their tails wag.
"Mine," Cynthia beamed and snatched it and licked her fingertips.
There was a complete moon out as Cynthia and Martin followed Scamp and Angel as they were chasing a squirrel together in the neighborhood.
"That was the best night I've ever had," Martin said to Cynthia.
"Yes, me as well, tonight was so precious," Cynthia grinned back, a little bashfully. Then she noticed the neighborhood they were going into. "Snob Hill, it turns out."
Teresa was coming with James, Lady and Tramp coming down the sidewalk. Martin and Scamp saw them coming.
"Oh, dear," Martin said.
"We need to hide," Scamp said.
Martin and Scamp hid for cover.
"Now what's wrong," Angel asked, willing to meet the family.
"Yes," Cynthia joined her.
Martin and Scamp held the girls back into the bushes to hide for shelter.
Tramp thought he smelled Scamp, but the bushes let out a bird and he hung his head low.
"Don't worry, we'll find them..." Teresa said to the dog.
"Yes, you were the best stray dog that ever lived," Lady warned her mate, "we yet have faith in old Tramp."
"If only old Tramp were here now," the adult dog said.
James whistled and called for his dogs.
"C'mon, let's meet Scamp and Martin tomorrow," Teresa warned the dogs and went inside with them as Scamp and Angel watched in secret.
Martin and Cynthia also watched in secret.
"The Tramp is your father," Angel looked at Scamp.
Scamp tried to explain to Angel, but she and Cynthia just went up to the Brown's house. Martin and Scamp joined them. Angel and Cynthia looked to see the family together past the warm, crackling fire. Elizabeth was trying to settle Junior for bed and James warned her the mournful news. Lady and Tramp hung their heads. Even the triplets seemed tearful, starting to really miss Scamp now, even if they were joking about missing him earlier.
"Here, buddy..." Teresa cooed and took the Christmas photograph the family took together after she went home after visiting them and gave it to Junior to hold onto.
Angel, Cynthia, Scamp and Martin saw how much they really missed Scamp. Scamp's ears drooped as he saw his family. She and Cynthia left a home once because of the birth of a baby once, but she saw that Scamp, his sisters and his parents were allowed to stay in the family even after Junior was born. Teresa turned her head with her arms folded. To Martin's surprise, Teresa let out a tear roll down her cheek, he had never seen her weep before, even in very stressful and emotional situations. And where he had never intended on making her weep.
"Gawrsh, I didn't think they missed us so much..." Scamp muttered.
"You didn't think they'd miss you," Angel gawked at him.
"How could you guys run off of a home and family and friends like that," Cynthia almost snapped.
"You don't know what it's like to be in a house with rules," Martin said.
"No, we don't," Cynthia got very frustrated and followed Angel off of the two.
"Wow, it must be so bad having people who care about you so much," Angel hissed.
"I'd give anything to have what you have," Scamp said to Angel.
"And I'd give anything to have what you have," Angel warned him back, "c'mon, Scamp, we can run away together, we don't need them."
Angel's offer was tempting.
"One more test and I'll be a real junkyard dog," Scamp warned his possible girlfriend, "that's where I belong."
"No, you and Martin don't belong here," Angel stated, "that's what I like about you."
"C'mon, we better get some rest, tomorrow is a big day," Cynthia yawned a bit, sleepily.
"Yes," Martin yawned a bit, sleepily.
"C'mon, I know a place with beds for us while the dogs lie on the floor," Cynthia took his hand and led him to a comfortable part of the junkyard where she slept because she was a mouse and not a canine.
"Nice," Martin said.
Cynthia went into the secret space. There was a couple of mattresses with a scratched blanket and a couple of pillows. There were some hints of dog fur and drool though due to Cynthia sharing a home with junkyard dogs and not living in a place with mice. Cynthia went and plopped down on her bed and put on an ancient record player with an almost scratched record, but it could yet play some smooth jazz.
"Nice place," Martin said.
"Thanks, I made it myself," Cynthia looked at him and put her arms behind her head, "well, are you really an orphan, or were you just saying that because of Scamp?"
"I really am an orphan, I lost my family if I was just a baby," Martin said out of despair.
"Aw, man...I'm very sorry.....I lost my parents in a car incident if I was five," Cynthia said softly, "my grandmother may have been a horrible woman, she hated children, but at least she had that dog...Angel's mother. Grandma let me stay with Angel and she sent the rest of the puppies to other homes, then as she died, we were sent to three other houses, one house was allergic to dogs, one family moved because I was too problematic, and Angel and I felt abandoned because this other family had their own child, we ran off of that house."
"I'm sorry about that," Martin said.
"It's nothing...sometimes I wonder where I really belong," Cynthia held her knees and stared up at the moon.
"Let's find out together," Martin said as he sat next to her.
Cynthia looked at him. "Together?"
"Yes, together," Martin said as he placed his hand on Cynthia's hand.
"Oh, what if I can't find a family," Cynthia bit her fist.
"Then I'll stay with you," Martin said.
"Not here, I mean, you should go back where you belong, Martin...there's nothing you can go with," Cynthia asked.
"There's Teresa, but she's not related, she's my friend," Martin said.
"Just friends," Cynthia asked as they watched the moon before falling asleep.
"Yes, Teresa is just a friend," Martin said and then brought a blanket over to Cynthia and covered her, except for the head, of course and then kissed her on the cheek and went to one of the closest mattresses to Cynthia and pulled out a second blanket and fell asleep on the mattress.
Cynthia blushed a little from the kiss, but turned over to get some sleep with Martin. "Good night, boy."
"Good night, Cynthia," Martin said before going to sleep.
Even though the two were outside and not in nice warm beds, they slept pretty fine that night. Today was now the day of the carnival for the people and their pets. Even Aunt Sarah seemed to be in a good mood, even though her family was very unhappy because of the loss of Scamp and Martin. The Siamese cats were trying to eat from the picnic basket since the dogs weren't doing anything. Teresa wasn't even in the mood to stop the cats from eating the picnic.
"Scamp..." Junior mumbled and lay against Annette, Collette and Danielle in despair.
"Oh, c'mon, Scamp and that August boy will be fine," Sarah warned Elizabeth apologizing for their unhappy mood, "but first, let's eat! I won't have my Fourth of July ruined by any of them!"
"Martin..." Teresa corrected and stared at the juicy chicken.
Buster was overhearing this to find a family to harass and heard Sarah mention Martin and Scamp. What he didn't know was that Martin wasn't a part of the Brown family he was just a friend of Teresa's. James was petting Tramp as the dog was very low. Buster looked at him, surprised to see Tramp and with a collar.
Then he hid in a bush and saw the dogs go to Lady on the picnic basket and looked from him to look at Scamp scratching himself next to Angel in a faraway part from the picnic ground. Buster chuckled darkly as he made the conclusion, Scamp was the son of the Tramp. The mouse girl was also mentioning Martin, she was part of the story at what just happened to Tramp and how he left the street dog life.
"That's beautiful," Buster whispered darkly.
Martin and Cynthia were sitting together and watching the puppies unaware of the Brown family.
"Hey, Scampers and Martin, get over here," Buster called out to them.
Scamp stopped scratching and went with Martin to Buster. Elizabeth and James were trying to get in a better mood as they started to organize the picnic area. But it didn't seem to work.
"See that family," Buster asked.
Scamp gulped a bit and looked another road to see other people. "Y-You mean that family over there?"
"NO!! This family, right here," Buster made them look at, as Scamp and the other dogs put it, Jim Dear and Darling, "now, as your final chores, I want you to make room for that family and release their chicken..."
Angel came over to see the scene and gasped with Cynthia.
"You don't have to do anything to prove you're worthy of living in a junkyard, guys," Cynthia warned Scamp and Martin.
"Cynthia's right, guys," Angel said.
"Hey, why do you care so much," Buster yelled at Angel.
"I thought you guys were better than that," Cynthia defended the boys.
"Calm down, Angel Cakes and Cynthia," Buster snapped, "c'mon, children...you two want to be wild and free, don't you?"
Martin began to look at the Brown family and then at the wild dogs.
"All it's going to cost you is a juicy chicken," Buster attempted, "yes, I should know once a house dog and son of a family, always a house dog and son of a gun."
"I'm not a domestic dog," Scamp snapped at the Rottweiler.
"And I'm not a family boy, I don't even have a family," Martin snapped at the Rottweiler.
Scamp growled at Buster, but went to the bushes with Martin. Sarah's cats Si and Am were coming close to the chicken, about to get it for themselves since no one else was going to eat it.
"Alright, follow me," Scamp whispered, but barked like a dangerous dog going across the picnic blanket.
Junior's eyes immediately lit up as he saw Scamp.
"Martin," Teresa looked around. Then she took off her bow and rubbed it against her skirt to clean it.
"Faster, get the chicken," Martin whispered to Scamp.
Scamp barked at the cats, making them screech and rise high above the ground, but he went to get the chicken.
Teresa placed her bow back on and gasped in shock.
"Scamp back, Scamp back," Junior clapped as his mother picked him up.
Then the rest of the junkyard dogs minus Cynthia and Angel came running in.
"It's chow time, boys," Buster called as he ran in with the others.
"Stay put..." Cynthia warned her puppy, not letting this happen or to let them get involved, "where's that dogcatcher if you really need him? He's already around if you don't!"
These poor people were having their picnic ruined by the Junkyard Dogs. Then Scamp snatched up the chicken. The dogcatcher fell as Scamp and Tramp almost knocked him down. Then Scamp hid in the alley road with Martin and the chicken. They were safe and had the meat all to themselves.
"Phew, yes, skillful move, Scamp," Martin said.
"Don't count on that," Tramp found them.
Scamp got frightened and tried to run off with Martin over the fence, but it was difficult. Tramp tried to settle them and he warned them that he only wanted to speak and he wouldn't force them to come back home. This caused for Martin and Scamp to calm down. Tramp asked them how it felt to live on the streets and steal someone else's lunch. He had really matured since Lady took him into the family and had the puppies together.
"Well, we didn't want to steal the chicken, it was part of the last task," Martin said.
"Yes, you know all about it, don't you," Scamp harassed his father, "you wouldn't do that all the time if you were my age, if you were a stray dog!"
"I found something better, though," Tramp warned his son, "I found love..."
Then it was Buster and the other dogs came and saw the father-son scene. It was touching to them, but Buster wasn't going to pay for it. Martin sensed that Buster didn't care about the father-son scene. Angel and Cynthia came to the scene, hidden as Buster came to Tramp in arrogance.
"I see you haven't changed......" Tramp muttered to the Rottweiler.
Martin and Scamp were silent during this. Tramp mentioned to Scamp and Martin how he changed since he met Lady. And where the conversation continued. Tramp and Buster argued a bit. Then Buster warned Martin and Scamp that it was up to them to decide who they should stay with. The life in the junkyard or back in the life of luxury. Martin didn't like the rules that came with a family, but he also always wanted a family, Martin was in crossroads. Both Buster and Tramp warned them about the decisions they would possibly make. Cynthia and Angel were hoping the boys would go back with Tramp.
"He doesn't have a choice," Tramp spoke, protecting his son, "I know what's best for him!"
That one hit Scamp.
"Who says you have to make Scamp's decision," Martin asked Tramp.
"I'm his father," Tramp said in defense.
"I'm not you, Dad," Scamp went to Buster's side, "I'm a junkyard dog!"
Buster laughed in victory. "That's my boy!"
Angel and Cynthia sighed, very disappointed.
Martin was yet at a crossroad he never had a family, but he also didn't like the rules. Tramp was yet nice to Scamp and Martin, even if they refused to take it to the family. Then he decided to go along and warn everyone that Martin and Scamp weren't coming back.
"What I warned you, guys," Buster laughed, "house dog all the road."
Tramp walked away and was able to get to the fence open that all the dogs had fought with and went to find Lady and the triplets. Martin and Scamp looked at Tramp as he walked away.
Buster saw this and held both of them down. The Rottweiler growled rather aggressively, bit at Scamp's collar and threw it away from him. "You're on top of the pile now! Some junkyard residents!"
Scamp couldn't believe it. "I-I'm a junkyard dog....."
"You made it to the pack," Francisco cheered.
"You're a doll, doll face," Ruby added.
All of them went back to the junkyard. The dogs were celebrating for Scamp and Martin. Cynthia and Angel though were far from pleased with the boys. Martin was happy for Scamp and for himself, but even though he didn't show it, he did wish to have a family.
"How could you do that," Angel frowned at Scamp as the puppy came flying from a drawer.
"C'mon, guys..." Scamp tried to settle them.
"Tramp is Scamp's father and Teresa is his friend, go after them," Cynthia started to push Martin out of the junkyard.
"She's right, you two go after them. You two are good and decant and kind, the streets will get it out of you two will stay," Angel said to Scamp.
"But we did it, that's all we ever dreamed of," Scamp said to Angel.
"DREAMED OF WHAT," Cynthia and Angel yelled, kicking a barrel over in frustration, much to the dogs' shock.
"You have a home with family and friends who love you, you're not like the rest of us," Cynthia came close to Martin, looking into his eyes.
Angel said the same fact to Scamp.
"Let's see, he's, uhh...nice and decent," Buster stretched on the couch he was on, "is that it, Scampy and Marty? Do you two want to be a puppy and an orphan boy?"
"No," Scamp and Martin said in their defense.
"Because you know how I feel about these dogs and children in the family," Buster continued after they responded.
That was the final straw for Scamp.
"Hey, stop that, they're the ones who want to be a house dog and have a family," Scamp snapped at Angel and Cynthia, much to their shock.
"Is that true, Angel Baby," Buster questioned.
Angel looked down, then back at him fiercely. "We don't think a real family's that bad."
This led to the other dogs mocking Angel and Cynthia about having wishes like that.
"And what's so wrong with having a family," Martin exclaimed.
This shocked the junkyard dogs.
"Families may have rules, but at least you can have love and a nice, cozy place to live," Martin said.
Martin had eventually learned his lesson. Buster was yet taunting them and Scamp was starting to think perhaps the mice and Angel were alright.
"You three aren't junkyard dogs or orphaned street urchins," Buster said to all three of them.
"That's right, Buster, not anymore," Cynthia hissed at the dog.
"Yes, and I'm not your girl," Angel added and started to run off with Cynthia and Martin.
"Perhaps you really belong here," Martin said to Scamp while they ran away.
Buster called for Angel and Cynthia as they were walking off and not going to come to him. But they weren't coming back and neither was Martin. Angel whined up to her owner.
"I don't know where we're going, but we're not staying here," Cynthia said to her puppy and kept walking out of the junkyard.
All the junkyard dogs were begging for Angel, Cynthia and Martin to come back. Martin, Angel and Cynthia kept walking. But what they didn't know was that later that night as they saw families all warm and happy together, Scamp had been collected by the dastardly dogcatcher.
"Scamp," Martin said as soon as they saw Scamp in the dogcatcher's truck.
Cynthia kept walking and turned her head. "What is this?"
Angel looked up at Martin in concern.
The dogcatcher chuckled as he threw Scamp in the back of his car and drove away to the dog pound.
"The dogcatcher just got Scamp," Martin said.
Cynthia looked over her shoulder and saw the dogcatcher ride off. "That fool!"
"Hey, he wanted to be a stray dog..." Angel was yet a little sore with what Scamp said at the junkyard.
"Yes, you're right, but he yet doesn't deserve to be in the ring, especially with Reggie there," Martin said.
This caused all three of them to go wide-eyed as soon as they remembered that Reggie had been caught by the dogcatcher as well. "REGGIE," they all shrieked.
"We have to go rescue him," Martin said.
"It's too late, we could be arrested," Cynthia pointed out.
"But wait, I know what to do, alright, girl, you two run to this address," Martin said as he wrote down the Brown's address and gave it to the girls, "if you see the Tramp, let him know to hurry up to the kennel. I'll try to help Scamp as best as I can."
Cynthia took the address and looked down at Angel. "C'mon, girl," she warned the puppy.
Angel nodded and rushed with Cynthia to the Brown house. Martin began to chase the dogcatcher's truck.
"Don't worry, Scamp, help is on the road," Martin said, while running.
Scamp couldn't hear Martin, but he laid down in the back, almost whining and weeping as he was being taken away. Martin kept chasing the dogcatcher's truck until they got to the pound and then Martin hid for refuge where the dogcatcher couldn't see him.
The dogcatcher stopped his truck and went to collect Scamp. The puppy was hesitant to go, but he was picked up and was being taken to a cage now to be locked up. It felt like he was being thrown in the doggy jail. All these other dogs inside looked very depressed due to being locked up and not free like the others that were either free on the street or cuddling and safe in a home with a mouse warning them what to do all the time. After the dogcatcher left Scamp and the other dogs and went to his office, Martin sneaked into where Scamp was and closed the door after he got inside.
"Scamp, Scamp, where are you," Martin asked as he looked through each of the cages, "I'm sorry, but has any of you seen a puppy here?"
Scamp was thinking of his family, feeling very homesick. He had made the wrong decision about becoming a stray dog like his father before him and Buster with his crew.
A Pekingese-type female dog came to the end of the bars. She yawned a bit, a little surprised to see a mouse around here that wasn't the dogcatcher. "A puppy," she smacked her muzzle a little, sleepily. "What kind of puppy, sugar," she didn't even seem surprised that there was a mouse able to speak with the animals.
Martin turned to the female dog. "Yes, a puppy, he's new to the kennel," the boy said.
The Pekingese scratched a bit. "What race is he? I think I may have seen a schnauzer/cocker spaniel mix..."
"He's the son of Tramp," Martin said.
"Tramp, you were saying? I remember him.....he's a Tramp, but I love him...." the Pekingese fluttered her eyes a bit.
There was something that caught Martin's attention. There was puppy whining and loud snapping heard in another part of the pound.
Angel and Cynthia were running down the street as Lady, Tramp and Teresa, were lying on the front porch, asleep mournfully.
"You have to help us, he's on the pound, Scamp's in danger," Cynthia shivered from her running.
This awakened Teresa and Tramp.
"What," Teresa rubbed her eyes.
Angel barked to get everyone's attention.
"Scamp! C'mon, Teresa," Tramp warned the mouse girl.
"We'll be back, Lady," Teresa warned the cocker spaniel and ran with the dogs down the street to get to the dog pound as the Fourth of July fireworks sparkled.
"HEEELLLPPP," Scamp cried and tried to dodge Reggie's monstrous bites.
"Hang on, Scamp, we're coming," Martin said.
Then Martin opened the cage Scamp was in. Reggie's chain was almost loose and he was going to hurt Scamp whether he was an innocent little puppy or not.
Tramp and the girls kept running, hoping they wouldn't be too late.
Martin got in front of Scamp as his protection whether he was afraid himself or not and right now he was frightened, but so was Scamp. Reggie growled viciously and was on his road to lunge out at the boy as well.
"Get your paws off my boy and friend," Tramp came in between them, looking ferocious.
The two dogs had a very violent fight. Tramp kept biting at Reggie, but the bigger dog seemed impossible to take down. Reggie even eventually threw Tramp against the hard brick wall.
"Hey, paws off my dad," Scamp yelled, but bit the big dog on his tail.
And this caused Reggie to howl out in pain. Reggie did what he did with Tramp and made him hit against the wall. Tramp got Reggie to bash against some walls and officially locked the cage door on the big dog and shut the door, luckily now Scamp was out. A psychotic dog laughed wickedly as Tramp consoled his son.
"Martin, are you alright," Teresa asked her guy friend.
"I'm alright," Martin said.
"I'm sorry that I made fun of you and picked you out for your doggy character..." Teresa dabbed her knuckles, hoping they could yet be friends after this adventure.
Tramp was trying to awaken Scamp, hoping the pup wasn't dead, luckily, Scamp wasn't. As Scamp awakened, they were reunited and very happy together for Tramp's bravery and his slick moves against Reggie as the fireworks blasted heroically as the dog who saved his son from certain doom. Then the dogcatcher came in.
"Dang it, forget he was yet in his office," Martin said.
"You! The one who escaped," the dogcatcher recognized Tramp and came toward the dogs with his net.
However, he had a lot of pain as Angel was biting his butt.
"Good girl," Cynthia beamed, grinning fondly at her puppy.
The dogcatcher was now running around and then his net got caught. Angel let go of the dogcatcher and made him hit his head against the wall and black out in a dizzy spell.
"Angel," Scamp rushed over to the girl dog, very thrilled at what she did to help them.
"C'mon, guys, we'd better get everyone where they belong," Teresa grinned and walked out with them back to the Brown house with James and Elizabeth.
Cynthia and Angel came with the family.
"Wait, Scamp yet has to get something from the junkyard," Martin said.
Teresa looked down at the puppy. "We'd better get him his license...that's what James calls their collars, I don't know if this is a term down here or not," she shrugged about calling a dog collar a license than a collar. Then she glanced at Cynthia.
The tomboy street urchin looked sheepish and looked away a bit.
"Hey, she's kind of cute, right," Teresa teased Martin a little.
Scamp was apologizing to his father about running off.
"Yes, she is cute," Martin whispered, while blushing.
"She's cute, she seems nice enough for you, ask her out on a date," Teresa playfully nudged the boy's shoulders.
Cynthia glanced at them and put a hand to her mouth, stifling chuckles.
"Martin, there's one last fact we have to do," Scamp came to the mouse boy after reuniting with his father and uncle Jock and uncle Trusty.
"You're right, Scamp," Martin said before whispering to Teresa, "I'll do that later and then we have to find a family for her."
Scamp and Martin were on their road back to the junkyard to the delight of the dogs.
"Hey, look, it's Scamp that he escaped the pound and Martin came back to his senses," Buster said.
"Yes, no thanks to you," Scamp almost huffed at the Rottweiler about being abandoned in the dog pound.
"C'mon, you know our motto," Buster smirked, trying to yet sound friendly like it was a big misunderstanding.
"You can keep your motto," Martin and Scamp said.
Scamp grinned as he looked down and found his collar and placed it where it rightfully belonged. "But not this," the puppy said.
"We're going home where we belong," Martin said.
Buster was a little insulted at first, but then decided to let them go. He felt like it was their loss. The other junkyard dogs though were starting to feel like that perhaps having a family to call their own wouldn't be such a bad idea.
"Farewell, Buster," Martin said.
"Yes, well, go," Buster snapped, "I don't need you!"
The other dogs clamored to Martin and Scamp about having families and wondered if they could do the same.
"Sure, you can all do the same fact," Martin said.
"So long, Buster," Scamp walked to get with his family, but made a boot fly to the Rottweiler.
Buster dodged and laughed at the puppy. "You missed, Scampalooser," he laughed, but a bunch of garbage landed on top of him for his misfortune. Buster wasn't murdered, but he was trapped.
"Nice work, Scamp," Martin said.
"This is my boy," Tramp praised, "c'mon, let's go home."
Buster called out for the others to help him instead of leaving and dissed them for being house pets.
"This looks good, Buster, garbage class..." Angel smirked, but went after the Tramp family.
"I think a home sounds nice......" Ruby grinned.
"With lots of children and hugs and kisses," Mooch laughed as they also went to get themselves adopted.
"Wait, someone here wants to help me," Buster asked.
"Farewell, Buster, it was, as you say, beautiful," Francisco smirked, but went with the others to no longer be junkyard dogs anymore.
Buster tried to let the dogs come back, but they wouldn't, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the junkyard. Tramp, the dogs and the children were rushing back to the Brown house.
"What's all the confusion," Prince Charming came out until he heard mild barking, "Scamp?"
"Scamp back," Junior cheered as Lady rushed out with Annette, Danielle and Collette.
Angel and Cynthia saw the family reunite and decided to get along on their own yet again. There was no fashion James and Elizabeth would let them stay into their already finished family. But before they left.
"You know you two could stay with them," Martin said to the girls.
"Oh, we don't want to impose......" Cynthia said shyly.
"Hey, c'mon, girl," James called to Angel, seeing her and seeing Scamp was friends with her.
Angel's ears pricked up and she went up slowly to the human man.
"Oh, she's my dog, sir..." Cynthia came up behind Angel and held her close.
"And they have no home," Martin said.
"Oh, she's a little angel......" Elizabeth beamed as the girl dog hugged Junior.
"Angel, Angel," Junior cheered for the new dog.
"I know that's why I called her that," Cynthia grinned as the family didn't know that was even the dog's name.
Elizabeth looked at them and Cynthia seemed to be homeless, she looked at her husband. "Jim Dear, you don't think..."
"Oh, dear, Darling, we already have enough dogs," James declined, trying not to sound nasty against the urchin girl and her dog.
But the dogs weren't going to be giving up on Cynthia or Angel, hearing the frustrated Rottweiler shout his name.
James tried to exist everyone's mournful puppy eye dogged look, but it was hard since he had already owned six dogs. "Oh, what's the use...welcome to the family, Angel and Cynthia."
"Angel and Cynthia," Junior cheered.
After that, James and Elizabeth helped Cynthia into their family and Angel as another pet. Elizabeth even gave Angel a bow like the triplets and put Cynthia in a nice clean dress.
A year later, Pride Rock had returned to its former beauty and everyone returned home. Simba and Nala had gotten married and all the cats, gophers, rabbits, pigs and wildebeests cheered for their new rulers as they stood at the ledge of Pride Rock with Timon and Pumbaa. Everyone else was celebrating the victory from the battle, but they were also there to celebrate something else, Zazu flew around them in happiness and joy.
In our small, little not too big, little homey
Nice, little quaint, little always friendly
Old New England town
Nala and Simba nuzzled each other and parted to allow Rafiki to come to the front and in his arms was a baby girl, the baby opened her eyes as Nala and Simba grinned proudly at their newborn cub. Rafiki gave the proud parents a grin as well and then lifted the princess into the air and presented the future queen of Pride Rock.
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Executive ProducersDENNIS DESHAZERSHERYL STAMPS LEACH
Senior ProducerJIM ROWLEY
ProducersJEFF GITTLEMARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB
DirectorBRUCE DECK
WriterMARK S. BERNTHAL
Production DesignerJESS NELSON
Musical DirectorBOB SINGLETON
Lyricists/ComposersSTEPHEN BATES BALTESLORY LAZARUS
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Cast:Voice of Barney... BOB WESTBarney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNERVoice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERSVoice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, IITosha... HOPE CERVANTESStella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICEROJason... KURT DYKHUIZENKathy... LAUREN KINGJuan... MICHAEL KROST
Cast:Carlos... COREY LOPEZMin... PIA MANALOKenneth... NATHAN REGANJulie... SUSANNAH WETZELBarney's Guest... TOMIE DE PAOLA
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Stage ManagerTERRIE DAVIS MANNING
Lighting DesignerSTEVEN BRILL
EditorMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID M. BOOTHE
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA O. ALBERTSON
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
Video EngineerBINK WILLIAMS
Camera OperatorsLARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMANTOM COX BRUCE HARMON
Production AudioRONALD G. BALENTINE
Boom OperatorsJAMES JOHNSONDAVID SMITH
Lighting DirectorCASEY COOK
Key GripBUZ CANNON
Lighting Board OperatorTODD DAVIS
Grip/ElectricJAMES EDWARDS
Construction SupervisorCHARLES BAILEY
Craft Shop SupervisorRAY HENRY
Art/Craft CoordinatorAMY ATHERTON
Set DresserAGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS
DraftspersonCHRISTOPHER MCCRAY
Craft/Prop ArtistMARK BROGAN
Props/Special EffectsDAVID COBB
CarpentersTY M. BURNSDANNY SMITH
Scenic PainterE. (BILL) SLETTE
Swing CrewCARMELO GOMEZ
Costume Shop ManagerGEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST
Costume TechnicianD.J. SEGLER
Costume SewingNATALIE SERGI-SAARISUSIE THENNES
Make-Up DesignerJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Hair StylistDEBRA HERTEL HAEFLING
Costume/Wardrobe AssistantsBRIAN N. BLEVINSJANET BUSH SANTIAGO MOLENA
Field ProducerSANDY JANTZEN
Post VideotapeDUDLEY ASAFF
Dialogue EditorDENICE CROWELL
Post Production AudioCRAIG CHASTAIN
Production Office ManagerSUE SHINN
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Production CoordinatorsJULIE HUTCHINGSKELLY MAHER
Production AccountantDEBBIE COTTLE
Production SecretaryAUSTIN GRAY
Asst. to Performance DirectorDAVID VOSS
Production AssistantsBRADEN MCDONALDJOEL ZOCH
Barney Music DepartmentJILL HANCE CHARLES KINGJONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH
For Singleton Productions, Inc.BRADFORD COLEMAN LARRY HARONMIKE PIETZSCH
Educational Research StaffPATSY J. ROBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed.KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed.JOY STARR
Children's TeacherSANDRA GILPIN
Children's SupervisorMARY EVANS
Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends®were originally developed by Sheryl Leach,Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.
Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help fromSingleton Productions, Inc.
"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)
Special Thanks toTom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital ImagingPrego
Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J.Costumes byIRENE COREY DESIGNASSOCIATES
Produced byTHE LYONS GROUP ANDCONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutives in ChargeLARRY RIFKINSHARON BLAIR
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
BARNEY & FRIENDS • Picture This!Copyright 2001 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.