Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure/Transcript

== Transcript ==
The story opens on a beautiful day in July, with the sun just rising and a hot-air balloon floating upward.
"Walt Disney Pictures Presents"
"Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure"
Chorus: (singing) To this small, little not too big, little, homey
Nice, little, quaint little, always kindly
Old New England town
Welcome
At Veteran's Park, a couple walked along a bridge, passing a gentleman, who tipped his hat to the couple in a friendly greeting, and the man of the couple tipped his hat back.
Chorus: (singing) If you're new to the place and feeling uneasy
Fret not a bit in this always friendly
Old New England town
Welcome
Welcome
Somewhere else in the park, Jim and Darling were pushing their son in a carriage and walking their family dogs, with the last one, Scamp, too distracted by a butterfly, hopping around and trying to catch it.
Chorus: (singing) To our family picnic
July Fourth picnic
Independence
Day
In the town square, an "Independence Day" banner was being hammered to two poles. The family met up with a familiar aunt at this point.
Darling: Aunt Sarah! Will we see you at the picnic the day after tomorrow?
Aunt Sarah: Of course! My precious kitties love the Fourth of July.
Neither humans saw Si and Am peeking out of the basket to hiss at Scamp, scaring him off. The cats gave devious smirks to each other. Two rows of workers, each row on a street parallel to the other, were waving their flags as they sang.
Workers: (singing) Whether next of kin or next-door neighbour
Happily we pool our labour to give our to win a new face
The eager Scamp wanted to jump up and bite one of the flags, but he was yanked away by Jim Dear pulling the collar. The family stopped by Tony's, where Joe and Tony brought out a plate of spaghetti, decorated with blue food coloring and tomato sauce to look like the American flag.
Joe: A nifty new look! 
Tony: A red, white and-a blue look!
Then Scamp jumped around Joe, knocking the plate out of his hand, with the spaghetti spilling onto Tony, covering him all in tomato sauce. Tony gave an annoyed look at Joe, who gave a sheepish look, while Scamp scampered off to avoid getting chewed out.
Workers: (singing) And when we're done you'll never know the place
When Scamp ran and jumped near Junior's carriage, the toddler who was licking a red-and-white lollipop, saw the puppy jumping near him as he let him have a lick.
Chorus: (singing) At our family picnic
July Fourth picnic
Independence
Then Scamp saw a group of men dressed as colonial soldiers for a reenactment about to get a picture taken, and when the camera was about to go off, he jumped right in the center (as if photobombing).
Chorus: (singing) Day
A brother and sister were running around joyfully while holding sparkler sticks, and another boy ran near the family, with a hoop and a stick he was playing with. 
Chorus: (singing) There's a buzzing in the air
Children running everywhere
Someone walking a female puppy passed by, and Scamp stopped for a bit, but got pulled by Jim Dear. Then the family passed by a familiar house with Jock and Trusty, whose leg was all healed up, where the two nodded their heads as if to wave to their friends.
Chorus: As all of us prepare
For that once-a-year wonderful day
Chorus: (singing) And our spirits are so high
Feels like Christmas in july
The family then arrives at their home. Scamp went to the garden and pulled a small flag out with his teeth, but Jim Dear picked the pup up and waved the flag in front of the pup's nose. Then the family went inside.
Chorus: (singing) As we pray the hours fly
To that star-spangled wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful day
Scamp was eager to go back outside but Jim Dear closed the door. In another room, Jim Dear set down a small tub of water for the pets to bathe in, and the triplet pups got excited as they gathered around the small tub. 
Annette, Collette and Danielle: (singing) We can hardly wait to bathe and dress up
We love picnics, we confess
Danielle: (singing) Yup
In the living room, Lady and the Tramp watched on as Junior tossed a ball of yarn around for Scamp to play with.
Lady: (singing) With Darling and with Jim Dear
We've made a home from which we'll never roam
Tramp pushed the ball back towards his son.
Tramp: (singing) Why would we when we're so contented here
Scamp saw his sisters run past him as he got more excited. The triplets went to sit with their mother on the recliner and Scamp saw this as another opportunity to get outside through the window next to said recliner, but Jim Dear closed it. So Scamp tried to exit through the other windows, but at each turn, Jim Dear closed every last window.
Chorus: (singing) In this fine, little not too
Big, little, cosy
Warm, little, swell, little
Always loving
Old New England home
Scamp looked outside, not liking to be cooped up inside when there's so much fun to be had outdoors. As we came to the last part of the song, the camera panned away from the house.
Chorus: (singing) In our small, little not too big, little, homey
Nice, little, quaint little, always friendly
Old New England town
Welcome
Then we see a close-up of the whole neighborhood with a Broadway-style performance of various people singing and waving.
All: (singing) Welcome
Welcome
Welcome
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Jim Dear: (claps hands) All right, time for a bath! The water's hot.
The triplets were excited about hearing about getting a bath as they rushed over.
Annette: Oh, excellent! I love getting a bath!
Collette: It makes my fur so silky smooth!
Danielle: Yeah! Heh-heh!
They rush into the room, as they start arguing over who goes first.
Danielle: Wait a minute!
Scamp: (grossed out) Gah. I hate baths.
Tramp: Just the same, Scamp. When you live in a house, you need to be clean.
Scamp: Heh. Well, then, I'm glad I'm a wild dog!
Tramp only rolled his eyes as he rested back down on the pillow. Then Scamp sees a cat outside chasing a butterfly, and the pup whimpers, wanting so much to chase the cat.
Tramp: Scamp, you know you're not supposed to climb on the furniture. Now, get down from there before you break something.
Scamp: (jumps on his father's back) Hey, let's do some dog stuff, huh, Pop? You know, dig up bones, rip up flowers, chase cats.
He started tugging at the pillow with his teeth, wanting to tear it up.
Tramp: Scamp, come on now. You're gonna make a mess.
Scamp stopped, before the father took the pillow with his mouth and ran.
Tramp: Got it! 
Scamp: Dad!
The two started running around the room, laughing and barking, before they came near the piano and had a tug-of-war with the pillow, using their mouths to tug, before stopping and laughing as Scamp kicked the piano leg, causing the lid to close hard on the keys.
Jim Dear's Voice: Tramp, I hope you're not making a mess in there.
So the two stopped as Scamp snickered.
Tramp: All right, Whirlwind, time to settle down. Why don't you go play with Junior?
Scamp saw Junior playing with his father's hat as he rushed over. Junior slapped the hat onto the puppy's head and then they started playing tug-of-war with the hat.
Junior: (giggling) Scamp play!
Scamp snatched it away and started shaking it around with his mouth as Junior giggled more. 
Jim Dear: Scamp! 
He yelped, seeing a stern Jim Dear towering over him. He picked up the tattered hat.
Jim Dear: Look what you did to my favourite hat. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, no! 
He hanged the hat up on a rack with other hats he had, that were all tattered because of Scamp.
Jim Dear: Let's see if you can behave long enough for me to give you a bath.
He picked up the puppy, who struggled, trying to get out of his owner's grip, not wanting to take a bath. Tramp and Junior watched on.
Junior: Whoo-oo. Bad Scamp.
The sisters watched with devious smirks as Scamp was placed in the tub, and Jim Dear started scrubbing the fighting pup with a sponge.
Jim Dear: Scamp, stop squirming.
Junior: Bad Scamp. (claps happily) Bad, bad, bad Scamp.
The whining and whimpering Scamp then had some water dumped on him from a pitcher to rinse the soap off. He then set Scamp down on some newspapers.
Jim Dear: Well, it's about time you settled down. (as Scamp shakes himself) There. All done.
Junior: Scamp! Play ball!
The toddler tossed the ball to Scamp, who leaped in the air and caught it but landed outside with his paws getting muddy. He started running around the yard, barking as Jim Dear tried to call him back.
Jim Dear: Hey, come back here!
Scamp went back inside through the doggy flap and dropped the ball, which bounced across the floor, but because Scamp touched it with its muddy paws, the ball had some mud on it as well and mud was being tracked through the kitchen. 
Junior: Scamp, catch the ball.
He just ran after the ball, getting some mud on his sisters along the way and leaving muddy pawprints all over the carpet, chasing the ball. 
Jim Dear: Come back here now! 
Upon chasing the ball, Scamp also knocked over a table and lamp. Then he bumped into a piano leg, shaking a framed picture of the first Christmas with the dog family together that was on top of the piano.
Jim Dear: No, no, no, no, no, no!
The picture then fell, but luckily, it didn't break.
Junior: Yea! Yea! 
Scamp then followed the ball as it bounced into a bin of crumpled up papers. Scamp poked his head out with the ball in his mouth.
Junior: Scamp! Scamp, whee! 
He toppled over the basket and accidentally pulled the curtains down, before finding his way out and tackling Junior, who still giggled and cheered.
Junior: Scamp, whee! Whee! Play ball!
Jim Dear: Scamp! Oh, no! What a mess!
Junior: Uh-oh.
Jim Dear: This time, you've gone too far! You've left me no choice!
Scamp nervously backed away and bumped into Tramp, who had an angry look. Scamp gave a nervous chuckle. Soon, Scamp was taken outside by Jim Dear.
Jim Dear: Some dogs just have to learn the hard way. 
Scamp whimpered as Jim Dear placed him in front of the doghouse and put a chain around his neck. 
Jim Dear: Maybe chaining you up will teach you a lesson. I'm sorry, pal, but I just don't know what else to do.
As Jim Dear headed back inside, Scamp just laid his head sadly. His sisters, meanwhile, glared at their brother.
Danielle: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Serves him right.
Collette: Simply incorrigible.
Annette: He brought this on himself.
Collette: (sighs) Now we'll need another bath!
They raced back inside, once again arguing over who goes first again. 
Later, the sad Scamp, with his paws no longer muddy, was still chained to his doghouse. Inside, Tramp was watching his son from the top of the stairs, and looked down for his son. Around the corner, Lady saw her love staring outside.
Lady: (softly) Tramp?
She walked up to Tramp and sat right next to him.
Tramp: (sadly) Best thing Jim Dear could've done for our boy, chaining him up.
Lady: Oh, Tramp. He's never been chained up before. He's just a pup.
Tramp: He has to learn to live by the rules of the house. Firm discipline molds a pup into a dog.
Lady: (laughs once, softly) You turned out pretty good.
Tramp: Yeah, Pidge, but I found you. And if it weren't for you I'd've wound up in the pound. I'm just trying to protect him. He'll understand someday.
They then hear their son howling.
Lady: Maybe he needs to understand today.
Scamp continued to howl, but then he felt his howl was off, so he cleared his throat and started howling again, while Tramp walks out carrying a bowl of dog food and cringes at the howling. Tramp drops the bowl which stops Scamp's howling.
Tramp: I thought you might be hungry.
Scamp sniffed the food in the bowl, then pushed it back in disgust.
Tramp: I'm sorry, pal. You just gonna have to shape up, that's all.
Scamp: I always get blamed for everything.
Tramp: Sometimes, it's hard being part of a family. You have to obey certain rules.
Scamp: But I wanna run wild and free (starts running) like a real dog! 
He then tripped over the chain with an "oof" and got his legs tangled in the chains. 
Tramp: (tries to untangle him) Son, the world out there is full of traps. Here, you-you have a family that loves you.
Scamp: (grunts) As long as I do as you say. 
He then sighed heavily and started to talk softly.
Scamp: Pop, I just don't feel like I belong here. Didn't you ever feel this way?
Tramp: I was just like you when I was your age. 
He started scratching himself with his leg.
Scamp: You were never like me. 
Ironically, he scratched himself exactly like his father did.
Scamp: You've been a housedog all your life. How would you know?
Tramp: Oh, you'd be surprised. Scamp, I'm only trying to protect you.
Scamp: (sarcastically) By putting me on a chain?
Tramp: (sternly) Those are the rules, son.
The upset pup started protesting.
Scamp: All I ever hear is rules, rules, rules! "Don't do this" and "don't do that"! What good are teeth and claws if you can never use them?!
He howled again.
Tramp: Stop that howling!
Scamp: I can't help it, Pop! Wild dogs howl at the moon!
Tramp: There will be no wild dogs in this family!
Scamp: Then maybe I don't wanna be in this family!
Tramp: Like it or not, you are a part of this family, and until you start acting like it, you can just get used to being out here every night! 
Tramp left and went inside in anger, while Lady watched Scamp jump on the roof of the dog house. She gave a hopeless sigh, and went inside as well, leaving Scamp alone to calm down.
-
A while later, Scamp heard barking, shouting and laughing in the distance. He climbed down from the doghouse and went over to the gates. He saw a group of stray dogs running around the corner. The group consisted of a sheepdog named Mooch, an elderly Irish Wolfhound named Sparky, a female Afghan hound named Ruby, a brown mongrel named Scratchy (with some fur missing on his left arm and tail), and a little black-and-white French bulldog named Francois.
The sheepdog knocked a barrel away while running, causing it to role towards the fence where Scamp was. He saw the dog group in front of the dog pound truck, and he barked eagerly. A female puppy was heard yipping and barking as she ran this way too. She stopped by and looked at the small puppy with a smile. She looked exactly like Scamp and Tramp's breed but with light yellow fur, purple eyes and a brown nose. 
Mooch: Hey, Angel! Huh?
The dogs scurried to where Scamp was.
Mooch: Why don't you come on out, okay?
Of course, Scamp couldn't, because his head was stuck in the fence and because he was chained.
Scamp: I can't.
Francois: (gasps) The pup is in chains. 
Voice: Come back, you mangy mutt!
They turned and saw a dog catcher (not the one from the original film, but a new one who looks and sounds like an animated Don Knotts character) chasing after a barking rottweiler named Buster with a net. The other stray dogs scurried off to hide, while Buster ran towards the dog pound truck, and continued the chase around the truck.
Dog catcher: Hold still so I can take you in all peaceable-like.
Buster then hid in the truck with the simple-minded dog catcher still chasing him around the truck, only to realize NOW he was gone.
Dog catcher: Hey! Where'd you go?
He heard a sound and looked between his legs.
Dog catcher: Ah. 
It seemed like there was nothing 
Dog catcher: What the--
Then, without warning, Buster came running out, knocking the screaming dog catcher down and taking his hat in the progress. Scamp grinned, liking this dog's attitude.
Dog catcher: Hey, drop that!
The rottweiler tossed the hat to Angel, who caught it with her mouth and shook it around. Soon a game of "keep away" was being played by the strays.
Dog catcher: (rushes to grab the hat) Defacing a county officer's--
She then tossed the hat and Ruby caught it with her mouth. 
Dog catcher: Oh, come on now. That's no fair.
Ruby tossed the hat to Buster, who tossed it over the fence and it landed in Scamp's yard. Angel barked from the other side over to Scamp, as he picked the hat up with his teeth and went over to her. She giggled a bit before taking the hat and kissing him a bit, giving Scamp a spark inside of him, as the two pups looked at each other, but then the dog catcher lunged his hands over the fence to grab the hat. 
Dog catcher: Come on now. (reaches for Angel) Hand it over, girl.
She then went behind the dog catcher and bit him in the butt, making him scream in pain. Then Mooch came over and took the hat with his teeth.
Dog catcher: Hey! Oh, that--
He picked up the net and chased after the sheepdog.
Dog catcher: Hey, drop that!
Mooch tossed the hat to Buster, who caught it, but ended up being snagged by the dogcatcher's net, making the other dogs gasp while the dog catcher noticed and smiled.
Dog catcher: Hey, gotcha! It's off to the pound with you, big fella. 
Buster only snarled before he bit the hoop of the net.
Dog catcher: Huh?
With his teeth holding the hoop, Buster used it to hit the man in the stomach and send him down before he got out and scooped the dog catcher himself up in the net. Then Buster went to the truck's roof and scooped the hat up with his teeth and stood proudly above, giving a wink to Scamp. Scamp, excited that a wild stray dog actually winked at him, wanted to be out of there even more, but he still couldn't get free of the chains and his head was stuck in the fence again. All he could do was bark and yip. The other strays, minus Angel, howled, before Buster hopped off the truck near the dog catcher.
Dog catcher: Boy, when I get outta here, l'm gonna do something fierce.
He then mouth-handled the handle and spun the screaming dogcatcher around for a bit, before eluding the man again.
Dog catcher: I'm gonna get you--
One by one, each stray bounced off of the dog catcher, while Angel, the last one, walked over him, and all strays left, as their foe got himself out of the net and put his hat back on.
Dog catcher: You little mutt! You're gonna see what mad is!
He got in his truck, started it up and followed in pursuit of the fleeing strays, who were going a different way than the pound truck.
Dog catcher: I'll get you yet, you hooligans!
Scamp saw the pound truck sputtering as it left.
Dog catcher: Oh, come on!
Scamp got his head unstuck from the fence again, and tumbled backwards. He wanted to run away with those dogs and meet them, so he decided to open the gate door, but to his dismay, it had a lock on it. He tried jumping up above it, but alas, he was too short to get over it. He then began to sing.
Scamp: (singing) Far from here is where I want to be
Somewhere out there loose and running
Nobody's leash to hold me
He ran around the yard, going under a shrub and rake, respectively.
Scamp: (singing) Nobody's hugs to crush me
Nobody's soap and scratchy comb
To bathe and brush me
He then jumped and used some hanging clothing to swing upward, landing in a barrel of water.
Scamp: (singing) A world without fences
He then leaped out and jumped up toward a bird bath, scaring the pigeons away.
Scamp: (singing) Where I can run free
He imagined the fences floating up in the air like magic, allowing him freedom. He then saw the strays running around in the distance with Buster on top of a rock, turning back to the excited Scamp.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) And be with real dogs
Who'll bring the real dog out in me
No walls and no boundaries
Buster nodded, giving Scamp the okay the come with and he ran under the fence boards that floated away, and then the pup raced with the rottweiler through the wilderness.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Where I can be free
The little pup outran Buster and then he ran all the way to the top of a gigantic hilltop, looking out in the great big world and all its splendor.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) A world without walls and fences
That's exactly
Where I want to be
He then slid down the hill slopes, but then his fantasy faded back to reality, in the evening, as he was still chained and was on the porch. He glared back at his home.
Scamp: (singing) This pup just won't sleep his life away
On some sofa like his father
On the next verses, he knocked over his bowl of bones, smelled a bouquet of flowers, and plowed through a flower bed. 
Scamp: (singing) Too many bones to chew up 
Too many smells to sample
Too many fancy flower beds to rip and trample
Then he imagined the fence boards floating up and away again, where Buster was waiting in the countryside. The pup followed him and the strays as they ran through the countryside, going through a bridge and following an old car.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) No rules to control me
The stray dogs all barked at a passing kitten nearby, causing it to jump and screech in alarm. Scamp then saw Si and Am walking nearby.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Stop what I want to be
He barked at Si and Am, sending them jumping and screeching before they ran into two trees randomly appearing out of nowhere, and then slamming into two rocks that also randomly appeared out of nowhere.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) A world without fences
That's the world I want for me
Scamp then slid and skidded into a mud puddle where Buster was, pulling a bone out. Then, Scamp pulled out not one bone, but a whole skeleton of a T-rex, leaving Buster dumbfounded. Next, Scamp ran through a field chasing birds.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) No rules, no responsibility
On my own, completely free
In reality, he ran until getting snagged by the chain again, 
Scamp: (singing) A world without fences
For me
Scamp: Wahoo! So long, you house dogs! You can't tell me what to do any more, ’cause I'm a wild dog. 
He then dug a hole beneath a loose fence board, and then got out that way.
Scamp: Hey, you guys, wait for me!
He ran away from his home down the alley and started down through the neighborhood streets, barking like mad, nearly waking everyone else up. He barked in hopes to find the stray dogs from earlier. He looked in every possible place and corner, but had no such luck and was about to give up. Then he heard the sounds of crashing, yipping and squeaking. He looked and saw a shadow of Angel being cast from another fence-covered alley. The shadow of Angel was growling and barking at some shadows of rats, making him come closer. Soon, the rats were scared of her as they scampered off the fence and away. Scamp came over through a hole in the fence, climbed over a wagon and saw Angel digging through a garbage barrel for scraps. He jumped down, deciding it was a good time to meet her. He then took a deep breath, trying to act all confident before walking over to the other trash barrel to look for scraps himself. Angel noticed he was there and smirked.
Scamp: (peeks out with banana peel on his snout) Pretty good pickin's, huh?
Angel: Hmm, I can see you know your way around an alley.
Scamp: It's that obvious?
Angel: Couldn't miss it if I tried.
Scamp then saw the banana peel on his nose as he quickly shook it off, giggling sheepishly.
Angel: (holds up medallion of Scamp's collar) This must be your diploma from the school of hard knocks.
Scamp: Yeah. I, uh, just graduated.
She then spun his collar around and walked away.
Angel: Then you must know this move. Any street dog would.
She then hopped over a box, some sacks, and two trash can lids, knocking the last over, and she did it all without breaking a sweat.
Scamp: Wow! Slick move. I mean, that's kid stuff.
Angel: Yeah, right.
He then attempted to copy Angel starting with the box, but the landing was less than smooth, and he started skidding down, trying to get a good padding. Next, he hit the sacks with an 'oof', and finally, when he jumped to the first trash can, he knocked it over, sending it on top of him. Angel only giggled at this.
Angel: You've got your own style, don't you, tenderfoot?
She kicked the can away.
Angel: Listen, you don't belong on the street. You won't last five minutes out here. 
She then left. Scamp saw her jump off a plank on a box, holding a pot, and bounce off another board, before landing to the other side. Scamp was impressed, and thought he should follow her lead, but he knocked one of the boards over and ended up having the plank hit him. Still, he went to the fence and saw Angel running across the street, with one driver stopping in alarm and another skidding around, trying to miss.
Driver #1: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Scamp foolishly followed her, running into the street, but another car skidded, making Scamp yelp.
Driver #2: Whoa! Whoa! 
Scamp continued but yelped when he saw a cart-pulling horse jump up and neigh in surprise. 
Cart Driver: Hey, you get out of the street!
The frightened pup scampered out of the street.
Back at the house, dawn was approaching, and Lady came outside to tell Scamp that his punishment has been lifted.
Lady: Scamp, I-- 
Then he noticed he was gone.
Lady: (shocked) Scamp?! Oh, no! (starts hyperventilating) Tramp!
She rushed back inside.
With Scamp, he was over a bridge, panting happily. He saw Angel heading to a pipe, leading to somewhere in the local junkyard, where other barking was heard. He followed her through the pipe, and when he came out the other end, he beheld the junkyard in front of him. The sun rose over a mountain of junk piled up with the strays he saw yesterday having fun with the junk, doing whatever they feel like, and they were all stuff he wasn't allowed to do in the house.
Scamp: (sees Francois and Ruby bouncing on an old sofa) They're jumping on the sofa ...
He then saw Mooch above an old drawer as if sailing on a boat, before Francois was bounced off the sofa and onto his face. Then, Sparky came down the mountain, running on a rolling trash can.
Scamp: ...and playing in the trash...
For Angel, she back-kicked some glass bottles, sending them into a pipe which came out the other end and broke.
Scamp: ...and, and breaking stuff! (comes out entrance) If only there were hats to chew on.
He then saw Buster and Sparky in a tug-of-war with a hat.
Scamp: Woo-hoo-hoo! Goodbye, chains! Hello, freedom!
Mooch bounced on the drawer, causing Francois to fly up at each bounce.
Mooch: Go, Buster!
Francois: That a way, Buster! Bust his butt off, Buster!
The tug-of-war continued until Buster flung Sparky off into the air. He landed in a big, long pipe and came out, all covered in soot before falling downward, leaving a soot cloud shaped like himself.
Buster: (chuckles) So, any of you other low-life mongrels think you're dog enough to take Buster on? Don't be afraid! Have no fear! Have no fear!
The other dogs, minus Angel (who wanted to keep her dignity), ran to try and take the hat from the Rottweiler, but he swiped the hat away like a materdor swiping a cape away and the dogs crashed into a mattress. Regardless, Mooch laughed stupidly a bit. Buster then climbed to the top of the wagon on top of the pile, sending the hat on his head.
Buster: That's right, boys, junkyard dogs rule this town! Heh heh heh! And Buster rules the junkyard dogs!
All the dogs who looked up to him howled. He then peered down to Angel, sitting in the vehicle's seat.
Buster: Angel, Angel. Talk to me. Who's the king of the Junkyard?
Angel: (sarcastically) Oh, you are, Buster. And it's quite a kingdom you've got here.
Buster: Ha, ha. That's my girl.
As soon as Buster turned away, she retalliated in anger too soon.
Angel: I'm not your girl. (under her breath) I don't belong to anyone.
They all continued howling, while Scamp rushed out into the middle and howled himself, getting the other dogs' attention as they stopped. Buster and Angel also heard the howling, as the former went down from the pile. The other dogs were circled around the pup, to his notice, as he stopped howling. 
Sparky: Hey, hey. Look here, you guys. I'd say we got a new recruit.
Francois: The little house dog. 
Mooch: Hey, you got off the leash!
Scamp: Yeah.
The pup noticed Ruby sniffing him, to his discomfort.
Scamp: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Watch it!
Ruby: (lovingly) Oh, be still, my heart. I'm gettin' a bad case of puppy love.
She gave a flirtatious look to him, to his further discomfort.
Buster: Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, Ruby.
Ruby backed away as Buster came towards the pup and spoke to him.
Buster: I'm the top dog around here. And nobody joins the junkyard dogs unless I say so. So, what's your name, sport?
Scamp: (proudly) Name's Scamp.
Buster: (circles around him) Well, howdy, Scamperoo. So, you saw us having some fun and thought you'd join right in, huh?
Scamp: Yeah, sure. 
Buster: Hey, I hate to break the news to ya, champ, but not many house dogs get to run in this pack.
Scamp: I'm not a house dog. 
Buster: Oh, you're not? (touches medallion) Then what's this badge of respectability hangin' around your neck?
Ruby: Hey, collar boy! How's life on the end of that chain?
All the other strays murmured in agreement.
Scamp: No way! l've had it with the house dog life. Nothing there but rules, rules, rules. I want to be wild and free like you guys.
Buster: I don't know, kid. Your average lapdog don't seem to meet the requirements.
Mooch: Yeah, tell him the requirements, Buster! Tell him the requirements!
Sparky then kicked an old piano in the junkyard, starting it up, beginning a song.
Buster: (singing) In junkyard society
We're repelled by all propriety
Humility and modesty
Good manners and sobriety
He flung a board, catapulting a chicken leg with Francois catching it in his mouth and gnawing on it like a wild boar.
Buster: (singing) We always gulp our meat
He then walked past Scratchy, who was scratching himself like mad, with a piece of his fur falling off.
Buster: (singing) Our coats are never neat
He pushed the barrel Scamp was on, knocking the pup into a small mud puddle.
Buster: (singing) Alas, we lack all poise
We're full of natural noise
Scratchy, Sparky and Francois, who were chewing, all belched, one by one.
Buster: (singing) No pets you stroke and pat
You might as well be a cat
Then he and his crew appeared on top of the pile.
Buster: (singing) In junkyard society
Strays: (singing) Society
They all scampered down the pile, while Francois ran across the piano, playing a few keys. Then Buster and Mooch walked in front of Scamp, having him walk backwards onto a board over a bottle, before Angel leaped on the other end, flinging Scamp to a broken wheely chair. Buster then appeared behind Scamp, tilted the chair, knocking Scamp out of it and onto a sled, sliding down the junk pile, bouncing off a bed, and into a barrel of old clothes, which he broke upon landing in. 
Buster: (singing) We are the mutual unelite
An underclass from our head to feet
The rottweiler then ran around on a barrell that rolled, and Scamp tried to avoid getting run over.
Buster: (singing) Our deeds are spiteful, our mischief pure
Scamp tried barrell-rolling himself, but slipped and got his head stuck in a glass bowl his size.
Buster: (singing) We got a natural disorder
For which there's no cure
Then Buster and the other strays all walked in a line, as if they were their own parade, and Scamp tried following them.
Buster: (singing) Down to the junkyard
Straight to the junkyard
Step to the junkyard
Society rag
Then the group climbed over a plank over the trash pile like a bridge, but with Scamp following Francois at the end, he slipped and broke the plank, and the two small dogs were sent tumbling down the stairs, with the black small dog ending up in the bowl briefly. Once the two got to the bottom, they crashed into an old wardrobe. The doors opened, showing Scamp in a hanging dress-coat. 
Francois: (singing) That's where you're nobody's perfumed pet
On "perfumed", he hopped out, unknowingly touching the perfume bottle and spraying Scamp in the face. He coughed a bit but shortly recovered as he got out and followed the dogs.
Sparky: (singing) Where you can wet where you want to wet
Scamp saw a puddle of fluids where Sparky "went", so he quickly hopped over it, and then saw a bone lying around, picking it up.
Ruby: (singing) Where you put charity on the shelf
She snatched the bone away from the pup, making him frown. On the pile, Buster caught the bone and turned to a cracked mirror.
Buster: (singing) The only one that you'll look out for
Is you yourself
Angel jumped through the hole in the mirror and took the bone herself. Then at a big turning wheel of an old broken bicycle, each dog jumped through the hole, one by one.
All: (singing) Down in the junkyard
Check out the junkyard
Doin' the junkyard
Society rag
Scamp tried to do the same as them, but was too late as he got hit by the spokes and tumbled downward to a torn up couch cushion. Sparky appeared as he used his mouth to rip a pillow up.
Sparky: (singing) No distemper shots from the vet
Ruby appeared, getting in a tug-of-war game with Sparky over the pillow.
Ruby: (singing) Show your temper 
Francois: (singing) Mean as you can get
The two then ripped the pillow in half, sending stuffing flying all over. Some stuffing got all over Ruby, who gave a feminine look, as if the stuffing was a new-formed wig. Then the strays appeared all over the car at the top, as it wobbled.
Strays: (singing) Down at the yard where we live and let
Francois: (singing) Chaos and trouble 
Oh, we do it double
The car then started to lean downward, before it slid down the pile as all the dogs jumped off in time, and it crashed into a portion of the pile, sending junk flying everywhere.
Buster: (singing) None of this play-it-safe house dog stuff
A dizzy Sparky and Scratchy were riding in a one-wheeled bath tub, while a dizzy Ruby, wearing a dress, walked around on two legs dizzily before dropping and rolling around.
Buster: (singing) Our days are risky 
Our nights are "ruff"
The peaceful life leaves us ill at ease
Francois was stuck in one end of a pipe, struggling to get out, with Mooch stuck at the other end, struggling as well, before he got loose and ended up on a moving board, which had Buster on the board's other side.
Buster: (singing) We're crude and loud in a crowd and very proud of our fleas
Mooch: Oh, I love this guy!
Then Francois sprang out of the pipe and unluckily ended up where a fuse box was and he screamed as he was electrocuted (like Tito was from Oliver and Company), but he survives. Anyway, the voltage causes a broken down theater marquee behind Buster and Mooch to light on and off, as the last chorus of the song starts.
Strays: (singing) Down at the junkyard
Check out the junkyard
Scamp was eager while watching Buster and Mooch on the spinning board, before the broken door he was on got knocked away and was sent tumbling downward before the other strays caught him with a raggedy old bedsheet, bouncing him up like a trampoline a couple times.
Strays: (singing) Step to the junkyard
Straight to the junkyard
On the third bounce, he tore through the sheet but a springy accordion, the source of his bounces, bounced him high and upward, before landing him in a baby carrier.
Strays: (singing) Doin' the junkyard
Sparky: Sing it, boy!
On the finishing line, Buster pushed Scamp in the stroller down the pile.
Strays: (singing) Society rag
When reaching bottom, he crashed towards another pile, where Angel was watching, with a broken picture frame fell down upon him. All the strays laughed at him once the song was done.
Scamp: (hops out) What a blast! I'd never get away with this at home.
Buster: So you really think you got what it takes to be a junkyard dog, huh?
Angel: He's got what it takes, Buster. I saw all his moves back in that alley.
Buster: Huh? 
Scamp: Yeah, yeah. Watch this slick move.
He ran over some old cupboards and jumped off a bed onto a garbage lid but then he clumsily slipped, got his tail caught in a spring, bounced a little before landing in the dirt with a thud, making the strays laugh at him.
Buster: Talented as you are, it ain't that easy, sport. 
Scamp tried shaking the spring off his tail, grinning sheepishly. Then Buster used his teeth to throw a trash can lid like a frisbee, which Sparky ducked, and Angel caught before riding it as it rolled.
Angel: Every day out here is like a test of survival.
Buster: A test! Beautiful! 
Other Strays: (randomly) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! 
Scamp: Yeah, yeah! Good!
Buster: Baby, I always get my best ideas when you're around. (making Angel cringe) That's why you're my girl. 
Angel: I'm not your girl.
Of course, Buster didn't hear her (or maybe he did but didn't care), and turned to Scamp.
Buster: Okay, Scampers, we'll give you a shot, (knocks spring off Scamp's tail) but you gotta pass a little test of courage...in Reggie's alley.
The other strays gasped at what he said.
Mooch: What? Reggie's alley? 
Francois: But it's never been done before.
Even Angel gasped in worry.
Buster: Come here. Don't listen to them. I got faith in you, kid. It's just a little test to prove you could stand on your own four paws.
Scamp: Easy. I'm not afraid of anything.
Buster: That's what I like about you, kid. You got spunk.
The two walked together, chuckling, while the other dogs gave each other concerned glances.
-
Back at Snob Hill, everyone had found out about Scamp's disappearance. Outside, Lady and the Tramp were hearing Jim Dear and Darling from outside.
Jim Dear: (putting his coat on) Did you call the pound?
Darling: Yes, dear. They haven't seen him.
Junior cried a bit, but Darling held him in comfort.
Lady: Oh, Tramp, Scamp's never been out all night so much could happen.
Tramp: Hey, hey, easy Pidge. We'll find him before he gets him self in real trouble.
They nuzzled each other for a bit but then they heard the fence creeking, and saw Trusty come in through the loose fence board.
Trusty: Oh miss Lady ma'am?
Jock also came in through the fence, but got stuck.
Jock: We came as soon as we heard. Oh! Och! Och! 
He struggled a bit before getting through the fence.
Annette, Collette, and Danielle: (rushing to the two) Uncle Jock! Uncle Trusty!
Annette and Collette: Scamp ran away!
Danielle: What they said!
Trusty: Don't worry, little ladies, got my grandpappy Ol' Reliable's keen sense of smell. (sniffs) Say, have I ever told you girls about the time I saved your father from certain death?
Annette and Collette: No.
Danielle: (foolishly) Yep!
Annette and Collette frowned at Danielle, who looked back at them with a puzzled expression.
Jock: Ach! here he goes again. I told you there'll be no living with him.
Danielle: (chuckles) That Scamp is going to get into so much trouble when he gets home! 
She giggled, though it almost sounded rather fiendishly.
Collette: Hmph! I don't even want him back!
Annette: Yeah, who cares? He should know better than to run off.
Danielle: (chuckles again) I bet he gets a slipper right across his great, big, fat....
Before she could finish, she looked up at Lady who gave her daughter a stern look. Danielle nervously laughed and started pretending to care about Scamp.
Danielle: (nervously smiles) We really do miss him, Mom. 
Tramp: We'll be back with your brother in no time. Your old man's got the speed and cunning dog half his age. 
He then jumped on to the dog house, though rather clumsily. Annette, Collette, and Danielle chuckled, while Lady and Trusty smiled.
Tramp: (kidding around) Just using a few forgottin' muscles, that's all.
Then the human couple and their son came out, fixing to go search for Scamp.
Jim Dear: Lady, Tramp, let's go!
He was the first to set out.
Tramp: (seriously) Come on! No telling what mischief that pup's getting into.
The father dog hopped off the doghouse and set off after the owners.
With Scamp and the strays, they were in front of a dark, boarded-up alley with a "Keep Out" sign.
Buster: All right, Scampster. (pushes Scamp in through boards with his nose) Fetch the can out of the alley.
The other dogs chuckled at him, thinking he'll never do it. Scamp turned and saw Reggie, who was a large, savage bullmastiff, sleeping and snoring loudly, with a can under his paw. The can was the can Scamp was supposed to fetch. The pup took a deep breath as he quietly crawled up to the sleeping mongrel, and used his teeth to gently pull the can away from under Reggie's paw. As he crawled quietly away, Reggie pawed around a bit, but still did not wake up. Scamp breathed a sigh of relief, before quietly rushing off, until he bumped into a trash can, which had awakened Reggie with his vicious yellow, bloodshot eyes opened. 
Scamp: See ya!
He darted away with the vicious snarling Reggie charging after him. The pup tried jumping over the fence but couldn't because he was small, and the fence was locked. Reggie then chased Scamp down another path. Once Scamp climbed above a stack of boxes, Reggie charged and broke them all, sending its wood material and Scamp flying. Scamp then caught a hanging white bedsheet with his teeth, hanging onto it for his life. Reggie found the pup, then snarled and barked at him as he tried leaping up to eat him in one bite, but he couldn't reach. Then the clothespins holding the sheet came loose before the sheet fell onto Reggie and Scamp, blocking the former's sight as he began running around, still determined to finish off Scamp as soon as he could find him, not knowing the pup was on his back. The strays saw him heading for the boarded up entrance.
Mooch: It's a spook! A spook! 
Buster: It's Reggie! Scatter!
The junkyard dogs all scrambled before Reggie rammed through the boards, sending them all flying, and then the screaming Francois was scooped up on his covered nose, before he was tossed off. Reggie roared as he ripped through the sheet. Then Scamp quickly rushed away, not seeing an obese woman coming his way, carrying bags of groceries and walking her tiny poodle with her. The yelping woman fell with her hair, turning out to be a wig, flying off and onto Scamp, and the groceries were all scattered on the ground, as the panicked poodle yipped and barked like mad. The bald woman just screamed and fussed while on the ground. Scamp, still running, quickly shook the wig off, as it fell into a sewer grate. A barrell that Angel was in fell over, and she saw Scamp running, before spotting the barking Reggie heading her way as she darted off. Breaking the barrell, Reggie chased the two pups, and who should come around the corner between Reggie and his prey but the dog pound truck with the dog catcher singing.
Dog catcher: (singing) Where, oh, where has my little dog--
He gasped upon seeing the two pups running in front of him.
Dog catcher: Well, I'll be. (pulls out his net) You're not gettin' away this time.
He stepped on the pedal, which resulted in the tailpipe blowing smoke into Reggie's face, blinding him as he went down a path different from the one the pups and the pound truck were taking. The dog catcher then scooped up Angel in the net.
Dog catcher: I got you now, you little hoodlum.
Then, Scamp leaped up and bit the net's handle, snarling. 
Dog catcher: Hey! Hey, now, get off of there! Whoa! What are you, mad? You crazy-- (sees oncoming lamppost) Aah!
The lampost they were about to collide into broke the net and its handle, sending the two pups flying as the yelled before landing on some piles of disgarded soft sacks of flour. Then Reggie came busting out another fence, barking viciously at Scamp, who snarled, but suddenly, the pound truck came ramming into the bullmastiff, with the dogcatcher's eyes widening in alarm, as was Reggie's. Then, with a CRASH!, the strays watched as the whimpering Reggie was sent flying into a fruit stand, wrecking it in the process and having a ripe tomato squish him on the head. He shook the tomato off and snarled, ready to pounce again, but the dogcatcher caught him with a spare net, dragging him over to the truck.
Dog catcher: That'll get ya hard time in the pound, fella, attacking a deputy animal control officer's vehicle.
He was tossed into the back with the man slamming the door and locking it, before stepping back into the truck, taking off.
Dog catcher: (muttering) And a fine modern machine like this one at that. Two horsepower, three miles to the gallon, boy.
Scamp watched the truck take off and felt a little concerned about getting Reggie busted like that, even if he did try to kill him.
Angel: Hey. You saved my life. Nobody else here would have dared to do that.
The other strays came out of hiding and gathered around Scamp.
Mooch: Wow! Did you see that? 
Francois: Is it possible?
Mooch: Scamp is a canine hurricane. You did everyone a big favour, okay?
Francois: Oui. You are practically the hero.
The small dog then kissed Scamp twice on the cheek.
Scamp: Shouldn't we go after him or something? 
Buster: Hey, hey, hey, hey. You got it all wrong, kid. In the junkyard, it's every dog for himself. I can see we're gonna have to put you to another test.
Scamp: Any-Anything you say, Buster.
The Rottweiler tried opening the lock on the fence that Scamp tried to escape over earlier, but was having no luck. He tried as much as he could, while snarling, but to no avail.
Buster: Will somebody open this thing? 
Mooch: Okay, okay, okay.
He happily charged to the fence, smashing it down. Scamp was impressed with this. Mooch, meanwhile, looked dizzy.
Mooch: Is that open enough? 
The dogs entered through the new entrance.
Francois: Magnifique, Mooch.
Sparky: That's using your head. 
Angel: Thanks again, huh?
She went ahead and turned back, seeing Scamp still there.
Angel: You, uh, comin', tenderfoot?
He nodded before slipping on a chunk of the broken wood from the fence, and gigled sheepishly.
Scamp: I hit the thingy.
The two pups followed the strays down the alley.
-
Late in the day, some fairground workers were setting up for the 4th of July fair to happen tomorrow. Nearby, the strays and Scamp were present. Buster walked over a water puddle, while a laughing and whooping Mooch splashed in the puddle as he walked over it. Scamp stopped as he splashed and rolled around in the water puddle.
Scamp: This is great. This is living. I never get to do this at home. Whoo-hoo! (runs to Ruby and shakes water near her) After I pass my next test, l'm gonna be the best junkyard dog there ever was!
Ruby: I don't think so, doll. You may be good...but you'll never be as good as the master.
Buster: (shakes his head) Ah, here we go. 
Sparky: Ruby's right, carnsarnit. In my day, there was only one stray by which all dogs was measured.
Strays: (together) The Tramp. 
Scamp: Huh? What?
Mooch: He taught Buster everything there is to know about being on the streets, okay?
Ruby: Buster's trouble was Tramp's trouble.
Mooch: And Tramp's trouble was Buster's trouble, okay?
Ruby: That dog was a prize, the one that got away. Got away from me, at least. 
Mooch: Got away with everything! I heard he once stole an entire meat wagon, okay? (laughs and runs around) Yeah, and then the dog catcher chased him all the way to the river.
As he laughed and ran, he tripped Francois up, with the little dog getting wet in a puddle of water.
Sparky: No, sir. It was dog catchers.
Scamp: Uh, how many? 
(Flashback)
In an event a long time ago, the growling Tramp found himself surrounded by many dog catchers.
Sparky's Voice: At least a dozen.
He then darted off before any one of them could catch him.
Dog catchers: Hey! 
Sparky's Voice: Two dozen.
Soon, more dog catchers all chased the dog, and so did some police officers and soldiers on horses.
Sparky's Voice: Now that I think about it, the police and the army cavalry were after the boy as well.
Distant from them, Tramp hopped over some rocks and onto a log, which pushed downward above a waterfall. He tried to leave but found himself cornered from every exit by all the dog catchers.
Sparky's Voice: He was trapped. But if the Tramp was gonna go...he was gonna go in style.
Then, with a smirk, he got his only idea for an exit. Just when the dog catchers all covered the log and swung their nets out, he leaped out and lunged down the waterfall with a big splash, as if making one dramatic exit.
(End of Flashback)
Scamp: (as Sparky licks from the water) So what happened?
Sparky: We never saw him again after that. (lifts an ear) They say when the wind blows...you can still hear the Tramp howl.
As a wind blew some leaves, the dogs heard some howling from nowhere.
Scamp: Wow! 
Buster: All right, all right. That is not what happened. He met this girl, see? Queen of a kennel club set. Even her prissy little name...still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
He pulled Scamp towards him and whispered the name in his ear.
Buster: Lady.
Scamp's eyes widened in shock to hear his mother's name.
Angel: But he met his true love.
Buster: He betrayed me! You can't have a family and still be a junkyard dog. So I gave Tramp a choice. It's either me or her. And he picked life on the end of a chain. (begins to rave with his voice raising) Hooked up with a real powder puff. Sleepin' on carpets. Free room and board! (with saliva escaping his lips) Livin' the cushy pillow life! 
He breathed heavily, while Mooch, Scratchy, and Ruby, with a twig in her mouth, gave concerned looks. Then the stray calmed down.
Buster: And that's when I learned the first rule about being a junkyard dog: Buster's trouble is Buster's trouble.
Scamp then frantically scratched himself in a matter that Buster noticed.
Buster: Hey! Hey, hey, hey! The Tramp used to scratch like that. (sniffs him) You ain't related, are ya? 
Scamp: Who, me? No way!
Buster: Good. 'Cause if you were, you'd be kibble.
Upon saying that, the rottweiler snatched the twig Ruby had in her mouth and chomped down on it with his teeth, breaking it in half, with Scamp getting the message.
Scamp: Right, Buster.
The strays all walked away with Scamp just staying where he was.
That night, Scamp was pacing around in the railyard, unhappy that his father was a stray who gave his old life up.
Scamp: No way, Dad. That can't be true. You gave it all up? I mean, what could be better than this?
Angel: You okay, tenderfoot?
Scamp: Who, me? Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Angel: What are you doing out here? Don't you have a nice family back home?
Scamp: Wh-Wh-What difference does it make? All families are alike. They make you take baths and sleep in a bed and, and you have to eat everything in your bowl. And when it rains, you have to come indoors.
Angel: Ah. 
Scamp: Let's just say you're lucky you've never had to live with a family.
Angel: Wrong again, tenderfoot. 
Scamp: You mean, you had a family?
Angel: Actually, I've had five families.
He then started to walk with her.
Scamp: I always thought one was too many. 
Angel: I could never get one to stick. Someone would take me in, and just when l'd start to think, "Wow, this is my family", they'd move or have a new baby or have an allergy. Same old story, I'm out on the street.
Scamp: Wait a minute. You really want a family, don't you? But you've got Buster. 
Angel: Buster! You can't tell him. You can't. He'll kick me out. 
Scamp: Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. 
She gave an unsure look.
Scamp: I promise. 
Angel: Thanks.
The two continue walking.
Scamp: (hesitantly) So, I guess you're Buster's girl, huh?
The girl pup, clearly getting tired of this misconception, leaped out in front of Scamp. 
Angel: I am not Buster's girl! I don't belong to anyone. The junkyard dogs aren't much of a family, but what choice do I have?
Scamp: What more do you need? As a junkyard dog, you can stay up late or dig or--
Angel: (as a light appears behind Scamp) Run.
Scamp: Yeah. Or, or play or dig or--
Angel: Run.
Scamp: Right. Or chase squirrels--
Angel: (starts running) No! I mean, run!
Scamp turns and see a train heading towards them as he screamed and ran as fast as he could across the track. Though frightened, both pups were enjoying the rush, nonetheless.
Angel: Whoo! Come on!
She made it to the end, but Scamp then got his paw caught in a hole in a board.
Scamp: Angel! Angel! Angel, help! (as the train draws closer) Now would be a good time! Hurry!
Angel rushed back and tried to pull him out, but was unable to, so the two pushed down on the board, breaking it loose and sending the two pups plummeting to the river below. Once the train was gone, Angel appeared back above the water, gasping for air. As she went ashore, coughed and shook herself, she noticed that Scamp hadn't resurfaced.
Angel: Scamp? Scamp!
She climbed over a log to look for him.
Angel: Scamp! Where are you? Scamp? Scamp!
-
Somewhere else, in a park, the family was still looking for Scamp.
Jim Dear: (to a cop) Excuse me. I'm looking for a pup.
He and the cop then went over to where Scamp might be, while Trusty kept sniffing.
Trusty: I--I think l'm on to somethin'.
Jock: Aye? Are you sure?
Trusty let out a howl.
Trusty: I have most assuredly got him! This way.
Tramp: Come on, Pidge.
The parents and Jock followed the bloodhound. They get on top of a rock and see a clump of hair, what appears to be Scamp, floating among the river.
Lady: Oh, look! 
Tramp: Scamp!
The father dog jumped in the water. 
Lady: (in worry) Oh, please.
Jock and Trusty gave concerned looks as Tramp rushed to grab what might be Scamp with his mouth. Lady, Jock and Trusty rush down to where Tramp goes ashore, and places what he found down.
Lady: Scamp!
Then to their surprise, it was not Scamp, but the drenched wig the bald woman had from earlier.
Lady: (in relief that Scamp hadn't drowned) Thank goodness.
Jock: A wig! Och, you smelled a wig, man! You're hopeless. 
Trusty: Oh. I'm sorry, Miss Lady.
Lady: Come on. We've gotta keep searching.
Jock: Och!
Tramp: I shouldn't have been so hard on him.
As the four left, neither of them knew they were near the same location Scamp and Angel were just a few seconds ago. It was far on the other side of the lake. Scamp himself came ashore, coughing, with Angel noticing. 
Angel: Oh. Scamp?
She rushed down to him as he breathed in and out.
Angel: You're all right. I was so worried--
Scamp: (smirks) So worried? 
Angel: (trying to act cool) Yeah, right. Get over yourself, house pet. There's gotta be a better way to take a bath, huh?
She then shook herself.
Scamp: Trust me, there is no good way to take a bath.
She then chased her tail, spinning around fast, until catching it in her mouth, giving Scamp a cute, cheeky and happy look.
Scamp: Wow! That is so weird. How'd you do that?
Angel: (brushes her tail against her face flirtingly) Talent. 
Scamp: Let me try.
He tried chasing his little tail but he fell.
Angel: (giggles) Oh, that was smooth. You really are a house dog. 
Scamp: Oh, yeah?
He pounced on her and the two tumbled and rolled.
Scamp: You're weird. 
Angel: Uh, no, you're the weird one.
Scamp: Oh, yeah? 
The two then started pushing each other.
Angel: (giggling) Scamp.
The two giggling pups continued walking down a path that was the same one Scamp's parents took on that night they fell in love. The two pups went under the two trees shaped together like a heart and went walking around the town, which was all decorated for Independence Day tomorrow. Scamp and Angel started to glance at each other, before turning away to make it less awkward. Scamp's voice starts singing in his head.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) I never had this feeling before
She gives me shakes and shivers I can't ignore
The boy pup tries chasing his tail again only to fall again and go in a daze, though he sees Angel looking at him.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) And I see that there's more now
Than just running free
Angel's Voice: (singing) I never felt my heart beat so fast
She licked his paw, and it looked like she was starting to help him up but she actually was trying to hop over him. 
Angel's Voice: (singing) I'm thinking of him first and of my self last
And how happy
I want him to be
The two then ran around the same fountain with the cupid statue in it. Then she ran across the bridge with fireflies flying around to lighten the mood, and all the way to a croquis bush. Scamp tried imitating her and ended with a croquis on his head. Angel giggled at him.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) It's amazing someone in my life
Just might be loving me
He shook the flower off and saw all the fireflies around.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) I didn't know that I could feel this way
He started jumping up and catching each firefly, one by one, in his mouth, disregarding the fact that fireflies taste bitter.
Angel's Voice: (singing) It's so crazy 
Something in my life
Is better than a dream
Then a few fireflies gathered around Angel's neck, appearing as if she were wearing a necklace. She gave a beautiful, elegant smile to Scamp, who gave a big, wide grin, with his teeth glowing brightly, on account of the fireflies inside his mouth. This made Angel giggle more.
Angel's Voice: (singing) I didn't know that I could feel this way
He saw his teeth glowing as he spat the fireflies out. Then the two saw all the fireflies scattering around in the air and both jumped up and down, chasing after them, trying to catch them with their teeth. Along the way, they pass the same heart in the sidewalk with Lady and the Tramp's pawprints in them. 
Scamp's Voice: (singing) She makes me warm and happy inside
Angel's Voice: (singing) He smiles, and I get dizzy and starry-eyed
They continued chasing the fireflies until they came to another part of the town that Scamp's parents went to on THEIR date: the door of Tony's restaurant. Scamp sniffed the smell of food.
Both Voices: (singing) All these feelings I have
Have me asking
Tony came to the window and saw Scamp there, giving a small frown for getting him messy yesterday, but then he saw Angel with him, and he gave a small smirk, getting the idea that this small scamp is on a date, and this event very much reminded Tony of the night the pup's father took Lady here. The Italian man called for Joe, who came and saw the two pups together, smirking, knowing what to do.
Angel's Voice: (singing) Can this be love
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Can this be love
So in not much time at all, a dish of spaghetti and meatballs was prepared for the two pups on a small table prepared for them (exactly like with Scamp's parents). The two pups sniffed the dish and each gave a heavenly sigh, while Tony and Joe watched the two pups (who might soon be a couple) from inside.
Angel's Voice: (singing) It's crazy
Both Voices: (singing) I can hardly speak
Whenever she/he says "Hi"
Scamp was about to dig in when he saw Angel looking at him. So Scamp unknowingly repeated the same movement his father made: pushing a meatball over to his date with his nose.
Angel's Voice: (singing) I didn't know that I could feel
Scamp's Voice: (singing) I never dreamed that I could feel
Then both pigs chowed down on the noodles, sauce and meatballs like mad, getting some noodles over the table.
Both Voices: (singing) I didn't know that I could feel this...
Scamp licked the sauce off his muzzle and even licked the sauce off Angel's lips without even thinking it, but after he did, his eyes widened at what he just did, with Angel giving a small smile at him.
Both Voices: (singing) Way
The noodle hanging around her ear slid off as she licked him on the lips back and then the two nuzzled close together, with their tails wagging. Tony and Joe watched this, admiring the sight of this new would-be doggy couple, as Joe put his arm around his boss. They also admired the "like father, like son" thing going on this restaurant.
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A bit later, after the dinner, the two pups came to the neighborhood Scamp lives, giggling while chasing a squirrel around and then up a tree, before Angel saw the neighborhood they were in.
Angel: Whoa, nice neighborhood. Snob Hill.
Scamp then noticed the gate of his house open.
Scamp: Hey, Jim Dear never leaves this gate open.
Then, Jim Dear and Scamp's parents came walking right around the corner. 
Jim Dear: Come on, Tramp. 
Scamp: Oh, no! We gotta get outta here.
The pup hid in the shrubs.
Angel: Why? What's wrong?
He pulled the yelping girl in with him.
Scamp: Shhh!
The two peeked and saw Jim Dear's legs walk past them.
Jim Dear: Come on, boy. We've done all we can for one day.
Tramp then got a scent of smell of Scamp, feeling his son was nearby, and then his son scooted back in worry, touching a pigeon, as it flew out of the bush.
Lady: Oh, we'll find him. You were the best street dog there ever was. And I still have faith in the old Tramp.
Tramp: Old Tramp? Hmph. If only the old Tramp was still here.
Jim Dear, at the doorstep of the family's home across the street, whistled to the dogs.
Jim Dear: Come on, Tramp! We'll find Scamp tomorrow.
The parent dogs left.
Angel: The Tramp is your father? 
Scamp: I, um-- 
Angel then ran out of the bushes.
Scamp: Wait. No, wait! Angel, wait!
She ran across the street with Scamp on her tail, and then the pups were at the window, seeing the family huddled up by the fireplace.
Darling: Did you find him? 
Darling held her son, who cried a bit.
Jim Dear: Maybe tomorrow.
Even the triplet pups whined a bit in sadness. The father handed Junior the Christmas picture.
Junior: (sadly) Scamp. Bad Scamp.
He sniffed while Darling held him and hummed her lullaby, rocking back and forth in her chair. Scamp's ears drooped at this sight, and Angel saw that the baby missed Scamp. Even though she left her family because of a baby being born, she saw that the dog family was allowed to stay with the baby in the same house.
Scamp: Gosh, I didn't think they'd miss me that much. 
Angel: You didn't think they'd miss you? I can't believe you'd run away from a home like this.
She darted off the porch, with Scamp following her.
Scamp: Well, you don't know what it was like. 
Angel: No, I don't. (sarcastically) Whoo, must have been horrible having someone care about you that much. 
Scamp: I need to be wild and free. I'll never find that here. I'd give anything to have what you have.
Angel: And l'd give anything to have what you have. 
The two were surprised to hear what they both said.
Angel: Come on, Scamp. We could run off together. We don't need them.
Scamp: Angel, don't you understand? Only one more test, and I'll finally be a junkyard dog. That's where I belong. 
Angel: No, you don't belong there. You're better than that, Scamp, and that's what I like about you.
Hearing that made Scamp smile and blush.
Angel: Come on, tenderfoot. Let's go.
She walked away with her head low and Scamp went with her, before they ran off into the night, deserting the neighborhood.
The next day was the Fourth of July. Red, white and blue balloons filled the sky and children ran to the park to see the parade going on. One girl and her dog peeked through someone's legs as a red balloon exploded, sending confetti out with a marching band making their way. 
Boy: Wow ! 
A boy and girl held up the tails of the flag costume someone had, a pair of pilots carried a throne holding a 4th of July princess, waving to the public. 
Boy: Look!
There were even performers dressed as George Washington and Betsy Ross, walking on stilts, two farmers holding a celebration sign, and even someone walking a pig with a bow around her neck. Nearby the parade were the picnics and festivities. Three women shot firework arrows at three targets in haybails, with each one landing square in each center. As the cheering and celebrating continued, one family in particular was resting near a tree for a picnic.
Jim Dear: I really think we should keep searching.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, nonsense! It's the Fourth of july. Time to have some fun. You can continue your search after our picnic.
Darling: Aunt Sarah, we're not really in the mood to celebrate.
Junior then crawled to the triplets, slumping over them, all tired.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, come now. (picks up plate of chicken) Scamp will be all right. You'll find him, but, first, let's eat. 
As she set it down, Si and Am appaered behind her and snickered, eager to sneak some of the chicken.
Aunt Sarah: I won't have my Fourth of July ruined by that little Scamp.
The family were unaware that Buster was watching them behind a shrub.
Jim Dear: (strokes Tramp) There, there, boy.
He gave off a disgusted sound before hiding behind some other bushes, and then he saw Tramp scratching himself like Scamp did, making the Rottweiler turn and see Scamp scatch himself that same way.
Buster: (quietly) I knew it. Ha ha ha. Beautiful. (to Scamp) Scampo! Front and centre.
Scamp went up to Buster.
Buster: Take a look out there. See that family?
Upon seeing his family, he gasped, not wanting to get involved with them.
Scamp: You--You mean (gestures to another family in different direction) that family over there?
Buster: No, this family right here. Now, as your final test, I want you to infiltrate their picnic...and liberate their chicken...right out from under the nose of that meek, little house dog.
Angel sees that it's Scamp's family and gasps.
Angel: You don't have to prove anything, Scamp. Just walk away.
Scamp: Since when do you care so much? 
Angel: I thought you were better than this.
Buster: Pipe down, Angel cakes! (to Scamp) Come on, kid. You wanna be wild...and free, don't you? All it's gonna cost you is one juicy chicken.
Scamp did not move and looked very hesitant.
Buster: Yeah, I should've known. Once a house dog, always a house dog.
Scamp: (glares) I'm no house dog!
So he jumped out of the bushes and then hid behind a rock, seeing Si and Am sneak like snakes towards the unguarded chicken. He then charged, yipping, running past Junior and the pups, who saw him and smiled.
Junior: Scamp back!
He then barked at the cats, who screeched as they jumped up in the air.
Aunt Sarah: (holding a bowl of salad) Oh, my goodness! 
Tramp saw his son has returned and he grinned. Lady and her daughters were happy to see Scamp back as well. The cats who jumped landed in Aunt Sarah's arms, knocking the salad bowl out and onto Jim Dear's head.
Aunt Sarah: Oh!
Junior: Scamp! 
Aunt Sarah: Monster!
Junior: Scamp back! Scamp back! 
Aunt Sarah: Oh, my poor--
Junior: Scamp wanna play! 
As Scamp was about to take the chicken away, his father got in his way and gave a frown of disapproval at his son. The pup then ran off with the chicken, with Tramp after him.
Darling: Scamp?
Jim Dear: Come back! 
Junior: Where him go? 
Buster: (to the junkyard dogs) It's chow time, boys!
The dogs rushed off, except for Angel, who stuck back. They charged for Scamp's family's picnic cloth, with the frightened triplets hiding behind the basket. The strays knocked down the basket and some food, with Lady barking in anger. At a table with another family, the father sat out a plate with a turkey on it. Francois jumped on the table, stole a little sandwich and jumped off, and Ruby did the same thing except she stole the turkey, and Sparky jumped off the table, knocking pretty much the whole cloth and every last dish, glass, plate and food over. All that was left on the table was one piece of food and the family plowed together, fighting over it. The strays continued running amuck and causing chaos during the Independence Day festivities. They ran past the bald woman from yesterday, now with a new, big wig, as she held the leash of her yipping poodle tightly. She frowned at each passing dog that almost knocked her down. Then, Mooch knocked her over, sending her second wig flying off and onto the head of a passing clown driving a small vehicle, as she sat down, sobbing that she lost two wigs two days in a row. The chaos continued as the strays chased the pig through the parade, and the pig knocked the princess off her chair, carrying her off with, as the crowd gasped at the chaos. Then, as the pig ran, she tripped sending her and her unwilling passenger into a pond. Sparky jumped off the soaked two, before the princess and pig got up, with the pig happy to have the crown on her head. The crown must have flown off and landed on her head in all the chaos. 
People ran from the insuming chaos as Buster and Mooch pulled the ropes of a tent loose, sending the tent tumbling down. At this time, who should happened to be on the scene to witness this but the dog catcher.
Dog Catcher: Aha! You--
Then Scamp ran across his foot, resulting him to trip, with Tramp still chasing after him.
Dogcatcher: (to Scamp) You little mutt! I won't forget you! I'll lock you in the pound! I swear it!
Scamp then hid in a bush, saw his father stopping and going off to look in another place, making the son snicker as he then left the park and ends up in a dead end valley alone with the chicken. He sighed in relief, thinking he has lost Tramp.
Scamp: Slick move. Lost him.
Tramp's Voice: Don't bet on it.
Scamp turned around and saw Tramp there. The pup showed a scared look as he noticed a picket fence with a door behind him. He ran and tried to open it but it was locked, now he's got nowhere to go and Tramp is walking closer toward him.
Tramp: (in a calm voice) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, hey, slow down there, Whirlwind.
Scamp: (cornered by Tramp and scared) I'm not going home! You can't make me!
Tramp: I know. I know. Easy. I just wanna talk, so um, how ya' doin' out here?
Scamp: (now calm and happy) It's great, Dad. The Junkyard Dogs have taught me all the tricks. (climbs on box) I go wherever I want, do whatever I please. No chains, no fences--
Tramp: (interrputs and gestures to chicken) No regard for someone else's lunch? 
Scamp: That's how it is out here on the streets. (hops off box) But then, you know all about that, don't you? You make the rules, Dad, but you didn't have to follow them when you were my age. Is that why you didn't tell me you were a street dog?
Tramp: I didn't want that life for you because I found something better. I found love.
Buster: Oh, aw, ain't that beautiful? I think l'm gettin' all misty-eyed here.
The father and son see all the junkyard dogs there. Even Angel was there, watching this.
Tramp: I see you haven't changed a bit. 
Buster: So here we are again.just like old times, before you turned your back on everything that makes a dog a dog.
Scamp: He says you walked out on him. 
Tramp: After I met your mother, I-I guess Buster just got jealous.
Buster: You ditched me! 
Tramp: I feel in love!
Buster: You made your choice! Now it's his turn to choose. (to Scamp) Come on, kid. 
Scamp: Eh...
Tramp: You don't know what he's really like, son. You're coming home. 
Buster: You hear that, kid? Daddy's telling you what to do again.
Tramp: You don't belong here. 
Buster: And he's leading you back to a life on the chain. I'm offerin' you freedom. 
Scamp felt very torn, and Angel looked very concerned.
Angel: Scamp.
Tramp: Scamp. 
Buster: Scamp. 
Tramp: Scamp!
Buster: Make your choice kid.
Tramp: (angrily) He doesn't have a choice, I know what's best for him! 
He tried to block Scamp, but Scamp jumped out of his way and ran towards Buster.
Scamp: No! You know what's best for you! 
Tramp is shocked with what his son just said.
Scamp: Well, I'm not you, Dad! I'm a junkyard dog!
Buster: (laughs like a bully) That's my boy!
Tramp then gave a defeated look, and Angel sighed because she's had enough of Scamp's selfish attitude.
Tramp: (saddened) I guess there are some things you have to learn on your own. When you've had enough, our door is always open.
He started to walk away.
Buster: (gives a mocking heroic laugh) House dog to the end. What'd I tell ya, kid? You can't teach an old dog new tricks. 
Scamp happily panted because he thought he was getting what he wanted.
Tramp looked back at Scamp angered, then turned toward the locked fence, picked the lock with his nose, and walked away, leaving everybody, even Scamp, to gasp shockingly. Buster blows his nose in riddance, then looked back at Scamp who was still staring at the opened fence toward Tramp who was now gone.
Buster: Hey, Scamp-skii, this for all you've done kid. 
He ran towards Scamp, scared because it seemed like Buster was going to attack him, but the Rottweiler actually yanked the pup's collar off with Scamp dropping to the ground and seeing his collar there.
Buster: Ya did it, kid. You're at the top of the peek now, a junkyard dog!
Scamp: (excited) I'm...I'm a junkyard dog.
Francois: You made it to the pack!
Francois took the collar and tossed it to Buster as the strays headed back to the junkyard.
Ruby: You're a doll, doll face!
Scamp runs back with them.
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Once the dogs went back to the junkyard through the secret entrance, Scamp celebrated his new life as a stray, starting through a small open coffee can and crawling through a tower of junk, coming out at the top from a broken toilet.
Scamp: I'M A JUNKYARD DOG! 
Buster's suck-ups all howled, congratulating the pup, while Buster sat in his broken couch, rolling his eyes. Scamp raced across the junk pile, hopped off a springy ironing board that catapulted him to a cannon, which he slid down and came out the other end. Then he slid into a drawer for a bit and stopped in front of Angel, who is mad at him for what he just did to Tramp and his own family.
Angel: (angrily) How could you do that?
Scamp: C'mon, Angel.
Angel: (pushes him out) He's your father, go after him. You're not like the rest of us. You're good and decent. Kind. The streets will beat that out of you if you stay!
Scamp: But I made it! This is everything that I've ever dreamed of.
Angel: Dreamed of what?! This?! 
On "This?!", she kicked a can full of garbage down, causing Scamp and the junkyard dogs to gasp.
Angel: You have a home and a family that loves you! You're not like the rest of us, Scamp.
Buster: Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right. Let's see, uh, uh, (mockingly) he's good and decent and kind. Is that it, Scampy? (fake sniffles and sobs) You wanna be a widdle house doggie?
Scamp: (offended) No!
Buster: (angrily) 'Cause you know how I feel about house dogs!
Scamp: Hey, cut it out! She's the one who wants to be a house dog, not me! 
The other dogs gasped as Angel glared at Scamp.
Scamp: Oh, no. I didn't mean that!
Buster: Is that true, Angel baby?
Angel: I don't think a family's so bad.
Buster: You hear that, boys? She wants to be a little house pet!
All the suck-up dogs started laughing, with Scamp not liking it.
Francois: Oh, she wants to be a little house pet!
Mooch: Gonna wear ribbons.
Buster: You ain't no junkyard dog?
Angel: That's right, Buster, I'm not. Not anymore. Oh, and uh, I'm not your girl.
The junkyard dogs gasped again.
Francois: There's going to be trouble!
Angel: (to Scamp) Maybe you do belong here. 
She then flees, with the other dogs protesting her to stay.
Francois: Oh, come on! Where is your sense of humor?
Mooch: Come on, Angel!
Buster: (tosses Scamp's collar around with his mouth) Ahh, who needs her? Let her go find some sniveling little family. That's where she belongs.
Scamp: Angel. 
He then left.
As the day grew late, Scamp was still sniffing around for her.
Scamp: Angel? Angel! Angel? (sighs) I didn't mean it, Angel. 
He didn't see Angel was hiding behind a picket fence with a board missing.
Scamp: I don't know what I was thinking. Really.
Angel was too sad to believe him so she just walked away. Meanwhile, Buster and Francois were nearby watching Scamp looking for her.
Scamp: Angel, where are you?
Buster: Ha ha ha. Just as I suspected, out looking for Angel. 
Then the two saw a certain dog catcher in his truck driving around the corner.
Buster: (smirks) Beautiful. Time to settle an old score.
He scooped the yelping Francois up and tossed him in to the middle of the road, with the truck stopping.
Dog Catcher: Hold it right there, ya scoundrel.
The panicking small black dog scrambled with the car chasing after him. Buster meanwhile took another route running the same speed as the truck, before zipping around the corner and pulling away the screaming Francois with his teeth just as the dog catcher came out.
Dog Catcher: What the--
He spots the sad Scamp walking alone without his collar and his head hung low.
Dog Catcher: Well, l'll be. You're not gettin' away this time.
He then pulled the truck ahead, stopped it and got out with his net.
Scamp: Great. I got everything I ever wanted, and it stinks.
He then spotted a shadow behind, turning to see the angry dog catcher glaring at him.
Dog Catcher: Come here, you little hooligan!
He yelped and yiped as he dodged the net swung at him, and this led to another chase between the man and the pup. Scamp was getting further away until he knocked a sheet and clothesline down, getting him tangled up, and he couldn't get free. He saw Buster and Francois from a spot up ahead and was hopeful they could get him out.
Scamp: Huh? Buster!
He barked and yipped in excitement repeatedly while instead of going to help, Buster just walked away carelessly, and Francois only gave a sorry look to Scamp, wishing to help him but didn't want Buster to hurt him, so he left as well. Scamp was shocked to see them abandon him. 
Dog Catcher: (swings net over Scamp) Hmm. hmm, hmm. Gotcha. 
He removes the string and clothespins from the gray pup.
Dog Catcher: Well, lookee here. No collar. It's a one-way trip to the pound for you.
He threw him into the back of the truck and closed the door shut, while laughing a nasty snicker. He got back in his driver's seat and drove off with his new prize, while Scamp helplessly pawed the doors before howling in distress.
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That evening, Scamp moped in the cage he was in.
Scamp: Oh, man, slick move, me without a collar. How could I be so stupid? Dad was right. Buster's nothing but trouble. I wish I was home.
He then looked out at the full moon, and began to sing in his head again, but this time in sadness, as the truck drove on.
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Always there
To warm you in the winter
Always there
With shelter from the rain
Always there to catch you
When you're falling
Always there
To stand you up again
Family
In Scamp's neighborhood, Angel walked around sadly, and then she spotted a home with the porchlight on, and a boy stroking his dog warmly on the porch. 
Angel's Voice: (singing) By your side
In seconds if you ask it
Arms out wide
To welcome you to stay
As the boy hugged his pet, his tail wagged and though Angel was touched by this sight, she thought it could never be for her so she wandered off. She then saw a home with a man sitting on his couch, reading a newspaper, with his St. Bernard sleeping happily on a mat by the fireplace, stretching and yawning.
Angel's Voice: (singing) Near enough
To listen to your heart's song
She then walked away before seeing another family image, which was three dachshunds sleeping peacefully on top of each other in a doghouse.
Angel's Voice: (singing) Always there to help you
On your way
Family
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Family
Angel only looked up at the moon in uncertainty.
Both Voices: (singing) Family
Back at Scamp's family's residence, the human parents were climbing the stairs, ready to put their son to bed, giving up on finding Scamp for the night. Tramp watched this and smiled at first, until he saw Junior in Jim Dear's arms, reminding him of Scamp.
Tramp's Voice: (singing) What is a family
Caring and devoted hearts
In the other room, Lady was putting her daughters to bed in a basket, when she saw her husband down-heartedly enter and roll the ball in Scamp's empty basket.
Lady's Voice: (singing) With endless love to share
Lady and the Tramp nuzzled against each other, missing their son so.
Both Voices: (singing) Love that will follow you
Everywhere
Back in the truck, Scamp still had his spirits and head low.
Scamp: (singing) Always there
To welcome you in winter 
Angel sat all alone near a porchlight.
Angel's Voice: (singing) What is a family
Tramp looked outside the window at the night sky.
Tramp's Voice: (singing) Arms out wide
To welcome you to stay 
Scamp: (singing) Right by your side
Angel: (singing) Near enough
Both Voices: (singing) To listen to your heart's song
Then Lady joined her mate at the window.
Tramp's Voice: (singing) Always there to help you on your way
Family 
Then all three sides were shown together.
Angel's Voice: (singing) Always there
Scamp's Voice: (singing) Family 
Lady's Voice: (singing) Family
All Voices: (singing) Family
Then the truck passed under the bridge on the way to the pound (the same one Lady briefly stayed in), and luckily, Angel just happened to be there and she saw him in the truck.
Angel: Scamp? 
Scamp: Angel!
Angel: (runs to him) Scamp! 
Scamp: Get outta here! He'll get you too!
The doors of the gates at the pound opened up to let the vehicle in. Angel knew where to go for help, so she scampered off to Snob Hill.
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In the pound, three sad and lonely dogs heard the door open, seeing the dog catcher bring his struggling and growling prisoner in.
Dog Catcher: (opens a cell door and throws him in) This'll hold ya, you crazy mutt. (closes it and leaves) Thought you could out-fox me, huh? Well, that'll be the day.
The man left, as Scamp and other dogs hung their heads in sadness. Then Scamp heard obnoxious, psychotic, high-pitched laughing. He saw it was coming from a mangy, unkempt Chinese Crested in another cell, known as Otis.
Otis: Hey, kid, looks like you got thrown in the wrong cell.
He chuckled psychotically some more as Scamp turned and saw his cellmate, which was none other than, to his horror, Reggie. The bullmastiff slept but then he awoke, opening his eyes, and then saw Scamp, immediately recognizing the pup that disturbed his sleep yesterday and landed him in here.
Scamp: (nervously) Hey, Reggie. Long time no see, huh?
The scary bullmastiff then growled with death in his eyes as he lunged out to rip Scamp to pieces, but he was held back by a chain, and none of the other dogs locked up could help, and all Otis could do was laugh psychotically as if he was enjoying this.
Back at Snob Hill, Angel came racing back to Scamp's home, and saw Lady and the Tramp sitting sadly on the porch, barking to them and getting their attention as she arrived.
Angel: Oh, I found you! You gotta come! Hurry! Scamp's in trouble!
Tramp: Scamp. (leaps off the porch) Uhh! 
The two scurry away from the house as fast as they could.
Angel: He's in the pound.
At the pound, Reggie snarled and lunged his teeth at Scamp, but he jumped out of the way. With Angel and Tramp, they rushed through the streets as the holiday's fireworks lit up the sky. Back in the pound, Reggie roared and used all his strength to start breaking off the chain holding him back, making Scamp gasp in horror. Angel and Tramp raced across the bridge, getting closer to the pound. Then as the link in Reggie's chain finally broke, Reggie leaped out for the kill of his horrified victim, but right in the nick of time, Tramp burst through the main door.
Tramp: Hold on, son!
He got up on his hindlegs and used his nose to remove the pin from the lock of the cell's door, and before Reggie could kill the pup, Tramp leaped out at the monster, pushing him down. As fireworks continued flashing outside, giving atmosphere in the pound, an all-out violent dog fight began. 
Tramp: Keep your paws off my boy!
Tramp bit Reggie's paw, trying to take him down, but it was impossible. He swatted Tramp away before the father got back up and on the bullmastiff's back, biting at him, but Reggie then finally threw Tramp against the hard brick wall. As red fireworks flashed in the background, emphasizing the meaning of death, Reggie got ready to kill the father. Then suddenly the son got a boost of courage
Scamp: Hey, paws off my pop!
He jumped up and bit Reggie's tail, making him yell in pain before snarling and growling while trying to get him off his tail. He then swung Scamp into another wall, sending him unconscious. Tramp gasped as he got up, and before Reggie could finish him off, he leaped back on Reggie, biting him, but the bullmastiff used his teeth to send the father off his back and down onto the floor. Tramp then rushed to a wall, getting the homicidal Reggie to hit himself against it, while Tramp escaped the cell, and when the monstrous Reggie charged out to escape and end both the father and son, Tramp closed the door on him, making him discover it a bit too late. Once the door slammed on Reggie, he looked dizzy as he was sent backwards. Tramp glared at the defeated foe before seeing his son not moving on the floor. Otis laughed obnoxiously and psychotically at this.
Otis: Oh, yeah, he's cashed in his bones. He's cashed.
Tramp went over to his son, and sniffed him. He tried nudging him a bit, hoping it would wake him, but it didn't, making him worried. He then licked him, and that did the trick. That woke Scamp up.
Scamp: Dad?
He then saw his dad smiling in relief, and not only that but standing tall and heroic with fireworks in the sky. This would help with Scamp's image of his dad now, especially after seeing the knocked-out Reggie in his cage, and figuring out his dad saved him from certain death.
Scamp: (jumps up) Dad, you did it! Slick move!
He snarled at the unconscious bullmastiff.
Tramp: All right. We have to go now.
Just as they started to leave, who would happen to be at the door but the idiotic dog catcher yet again, seeing the two about to leave, and recognizing Tramp.
Dog Catcher: Aha! You! The one that got away.
They backed away from the man before Angel leaped up from behind, biting the man in the butt, and making him let out a high painful scream. He tried shaking her off.
Dog Catcher: Let go! Let go! Oh, no! Oh, have mercy! Ah, ha!
The father and son watched this, enjoying it as he still ran around, trying to get her off.
Dog Catcher: Oh, let-- Oh, let go!
The handle on his net got caught on a hook hanging from the ceiling, and because he was hanging onto the net, he got swung over to the wall, slamming it, sending him in a daze.
Dog Catcher: Aren't the fireworks lovely tonight?
He then went out cold as Scamp ran to her.
Scamp: Angel! (as he and Angel jump around each other) A-A-Angel! Whoa.
He howled happily a bit.
Tramp: (chuckling) Come on, you two. 
The two began leaving the pound as Otis jabbered to the departing three.
Otis: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What about me? Your old pal, right? Oh, come on! After I stood by you see all through that fight? Hey, come back here when you're walking away from me!
Far from the pound, at the tracks (to be exact), the three kept on walking until they stopped.
Scamp: Pop?
Tramp: Son.
Scamp: I'm so sorry (sighs) I shouldn't have run away.
Tramp: (nuzzling Scamp) Whirlwind, maybe I was also being a little too tough on you. I don't see any harm in the two of us going down to the river once in a while to bay at the moon, whaddya say?
Scamp: (excited) Really? You and me?
Tramp: Your old man's still got a few good howls left in him.
Then Trusty and Jock appeared, with the bloodhound still sniffing for the pup, unaware that he's been found.
Trusty: I found him. Oh, I found him for sure! This time, I found him!
Jock: Ach! You found nothing! Again! So far, you've found 6 cats, 3 gophers, 2 rabbits...
Scamp: Aw, go easy on him, Uncle Jock.
Jock: (not paying full attention) No, I'll not go easy on him, Scamp! 5 flyin' pigs, a wildebeest--(suddenly shocked) Ach! Scamp?!
Trusty: (sniffs the pup) Why, it IS Scamp!
Jock: Aye! I'll never hear the end of this one either.
Tramp: (laughs) Ready to go home, Whirlwind?
Scamp: Not quite, Pop. There's one last thing I gotta take care of. 
He rushes off to one more place.
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That place would be the junkyard. He entered through the big pipe.
Buster: (surprised to see Scamp) Do my eyes decieve me?! Hey Scamp! Scamp-a-doodle, you escaped the Pound!
The other strays were all happy to see him back from the pound, but Scamp was not the least bit happy to see Buster. In fact, you wouldn't be either if Buster refused to help you escape.
Scamp: Yeah, no thanks to you!
Buster: (thinking Scamp is joking) Hey, come on, you know our motto.
Scamp: You can keep your motto! (turns around and shakes his collar back on his neck) But not this. 
His tag sparkled as he happily sighed.
Scamp: I'm going home where I belong.
Tramp, Angel, Jock, and Trusty were also there. Tramp smiled at his son for doing the right thing.
Scamp: (chuckles) So long, Buster. 
He jumped on a piece of wood with a boot on it, sending the boot at him, but it didn't hit the Rottweiler. It just hit a board near him. He still thought it was a joke as he chuckled.
Buster: Hey, ya missed, Scampalooza!
Then he looked up to see that the boot had loosened the board holding up a pile of scrap and broken recliner above him. As the board tips over, Buster's eyes widened in alarm as the pile and chair collapses right on top of him, with the other strays wincing.
Tramp: (laughs heroically) That's my boy!
Scamp: Lets go home, pop!
When the five started leaving, the trapped Buster yelled at them.
Buster: I'll get--Come back here! You can't leave me here! You're nothing but a house pet!
Angel then turned back one last time.
Angel: It's a good look for you, Buster. The garbage adds some class.
She finally left the junkyard for good. Buster called to the remaining dogs there.
Buster: Hey. Hey, someone wanna lend me a paw here?
Ruby: I think a home sounds nice.
Mooch: With lots of children and hugs and kisses.
He noticed all the strays abandoning him, not bothering to help him out, as they've grown tired of him.
Buster: If you dogs leave, you're never comin' back.
Francois: Au revoir, Buster. It has been, as you say, beautiful.
With that, all the dogs were gone, with Buster still protesting them to come back.
Buster: Dogs! You can't leave me here! I was only kidding. Buster's trouble ain't Buster's trouble. Come on! Buster's trouble is everybody's trouble!
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As morning came, Tramp, Scamp, Angel, Jock, and Trusty came rushing back to Snob Hill, barking. Jim Dear and Darling, still in their evening wear, came outside, with Jim Dear holding Junior.
Jim Dear: What's all the commotion?
They then saw the dogs returning, especially Scamp, and all rushed out, with Lady and her daughters rushing out as well.
Jim Dear: Scamp? 
Junior: Hey, Scamp! Scamp come home! 
Darling: He's back!
Once the four dogs, minus Angel, were in front of them, Darling set her son down as the reunited pup licked him and the two cuddled.
Junior: Hey, Scamp, I love you!
Jim Dear: (pets Tramp) Good job, boy.
He barked happily before he and Lady nuzzled. Jim Dear then picked Scamp up and held him.
Jim Dear: Oh, Scamp. It's so good to have you back where you belong. (sniffs him) Ew. You reek! You need a bath.
Scamp gave an unhappy look, knowing that he wouldn't avoid a bath once he came home.
Jim Dear: (grins) But we'll worry about that later.
Angel was still at the gate, watching the happy family reunite, but looked down in sadness as she started to leave to look for yet another family of her own, until Scamp barked happily towards her, making the parents notice Angel.
Darling: Jim, dear, I think Scamp brought a friend home.
Scamp jumped out of Jim Dear's arms and towards Angel, who stopped where she was. Jim Dear got on one knee and motioned for her to come over.
Jim Dear: Hey there, girl. Come on. Come on, girl.
She timidly made her way over with Scamp.
Jim Dear: It's okay. Don't be afraid. (scratches her behind the ears) Did you help our Scamp out on those lonely streets?
Angel yipped happily and cutely. Lady, Tramp and Jock smiled at her. She then playfully tackled Junior and licked him, making him giggle.
Darling: Oh! She's a little angel. 
Junior: Angel! Angel!
She picked up her son.
Darling: Jim, dear, you don't suppose--
Jim Dear: Oh, no, darling. We've got enough dogs as it is. You know we can't-- 
Then he saw an unhappy look from his son and from all dogs present.
Jim Dear: No. No. Uh-- Uh, we can't. I--(gives in) Oh, what's the use? Welcome to the family, Angel. 
Junior: (claps hands) Angel!
A bit later, Darling set Angel down, now with a bow around her neck near the triplets, while Jim Dear was bathing a miserable Scamp. He may be glad to be home, but that didn't mean he enjoyed the baths. During all this, the last chorus of the opening song was sung again.
Chorus: (singing) In our small, little not too big, little, homey
Nice, little, quaint, little always friendly
Old New England town
As the camera pulls away from the house to give a view of the whole town, we see most of the townsfolk going about their business, while the strays were playing with their new owners.
All: (singing) Welcome
Welcome
Welcome
Welcome 
"The End"
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