Rayman Legends Adventures in Lady and the Tramp/Script

Teresa's parents were looking through the mail while Teresa was on the floor, sketching in her sketchpad. Teresa had a short-sleeved black hooded shirt in place of her black jacket with blue capris and her sneakers. Since it was spring now, Teresa had to do without her heavy black jacket.
"Teresa, you hung out most of your spring break," Riley observed, "don't you want to do nothing before you go back to school?"
"Not really, I'm fine," Teresa replied.
Riley frowned a bit. "I know, you can visit my cousin Elizabeth."
"Cousin Elizabeth," Teresa turned to her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, why don't you dogs and drool over your spring break," Riley grinned, "that would be good for you."
"Mum, I don't like going out in the spring and summer," Teresa moaned.
"Elizabeth and her husband Jim live in London, you can be cold and mournful, just be responsible."
"Oh, I guess..."
"Then it's settled," Riley grinned.
Then Teresa went through with it and got back into her black jacket and blue sweatpants once she was taking a train to see her distant cousin Elizabeth and her husband, Jim. Since Teresa was a little younger than Elizabeth and Jim expected, they decided to give her a little extra help before they would leave the next day.
Teresa met and greeted Elizabeth, Jim and the new baby, they named Junior. Elizabeth and Jim also had a well-trained cocker spaniel dog named Lady, who got along with Teresa just fine. Elizabeth and Jim went over facts to get to know everything better.
"Now you're going to stay in the guest bedroom, Junior has his own bedroom, and Aunt Sarah will be staying in our bedroom, you get that, Teresa," Jim asked, before he left.
"Yes, sir," Teresa responded, staying in the foyer with Lady and the couple before they were about to leave.
"It's so good that you got along well with Lady, Teresa," Elizabeth grinned, warmly.
"Of course, mademoiselle," Teresa said, anxious to become a babysitter and dog-sitter during her vacation.
"Now, why not treat yourself to a nice hot meal and we'll all get to know each other better," Elizabeth offered, going straight to the kitchen.
"You need help, ma'am," Teresa asked.
"Of course I'd like company," Elizabeth replied, "Jim Dear, Teresa's going to help me cook, alright?"
"Alright, darling, that sounds lovely," Jim replied, feeding Junior in his little high chair.
Teresa grinned as she put on her own apron. She had damage tying a knot in the back. Elizabeth saw her fighting and tied it for her.
"Thank you, Elizabeth," Teresa grinned.
"Anytime, now, what would you want for dinner?"
"What have you done?"
"Let's see, we have chicken and rice, spaghetti, salads...anything tempting you?"
"Chicken and rice sounds well, any mixed vegetables," Teresa asked with a grin.
"Of course, I always stuff my chicken and rice with mixed vegetables," Elizabeth said, taking a rice box to read the cooking instructions, "now let's see, preheat the oven for------"
"Darling, he needs you," Jim called from the dining room with a baby lamenting.
Elizabeth sighed with exhaustion. "I'll be right back, Teresa. Could you be nice and turn on the oven, pour the rice and put water in it," she asked.
"Of course, I usually help mum cook dinner," Teresa replied, taking the box back to read.
Elizabeth grinned at her, but slipped off her apron to her cater to her infant son. Teresa grinned back, but did everything Elizabeth warned her to and all she could do now was wait for further instructions. While she did so, she heard whining downstairs. Teresa looked downward and saw Lady was giving her puppy dog eyes and wheezing.
"Oh, you must be hungry," Teresa cooed, but took a jar filled with dog biscuits shapes like bones, "do you want one?"
Lady grinned and licked her lips, with her tail wagging. Then Lady stood on her hind legs and barked softly.
"Oh, good dog," Teresa marveled, but put a cookie on Lady's nose tip.
Then Lady licked the cracker and gobbled it down, feeling relieved.
"I wonder how they taste, all the dogs I know love them," Teresa said, looking at the cookies before putting them away.
"You should try one yourself, they're pretty good, I guarantee that," Lady spoke to Teresa.
"Thanks, but I think I should pass," Teresa replied.
"How do you know you don't like it if you don't try-" Lady stopped, feeling shocked and looked at Teresa, "wait, can you understand me?"
"It's a long story, I don't know how or why, I'm just doing it," Teresa replied, but petted Lady gently on her head.
"Jim Dear and Darling don't seem to understand me, but they're yet nice people, even though they have this stuff now," Lady said, looking into the kitchen as Elizabeth fed her son.
"That fact," Teresa asked, looking with her.
"You know, that fact," Lady pointed with her paw to Junior, "the smelly, crying, stealing fact from humans."
"Oh, the baby!"
"Yes, that! The Tramp says I'm going to have to live in a doghouse to keep it down and they'll get rid of me!"
"Hey, wait," Teresa went back in the kitchen with Lady, "first of all, who's the Tramp?"
"It's that gutter dog," Lady explained, looking miserable as she lied down on the kitchen floor, "he warned me that they would have this baby that I couldn't bark anymore and that I'd have to live in the doghouse. I tried to get Jim Dear and Darling's attention, but they were yet yelling at me!"
"Oh, Lady," Teresa knelt next the cocker spaniel and hugged her, "they won't forget you, I promise. Listen, I'm the youngest of four children, but my siblings aren't forgotten. We had a dog if I was a baby and my brother Richie was seven years, but we moved and have always lived together."
"What about your dog," Lady wheezed.
"We gave it away, but that's because we moved," Teresa tried to explain, "I promise your owners won't forget you."
Lady sniffled, but then grinned. Then Lady moved into Teresa's open arms, allowing the 10-year-old girl to hug her. That was as Elizabeth came inside, buttoning her top.
"Oh, I see you guys are getting along," Elizabeth grinned.
"Lady's a great dog, Elizabeth," Teresa said with a grin.
Lady barked happily and grinned, looking up at Teresa, warmly.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say she just thanked you," Elizabeth said.
Teresa laughed, but Elizabeth helped Teresa up where they could continue cooking dinner together. Dinner went very well, and Teresa couldn't help herself but sneak some chicken pieces to Lady from under the table. Junior blubbered as everyone ate until it got pretty late.
"I'm going to drop him off. C'mon, Teresa, I'll show you your room," Elizabeth said, as she held Junior tightly.
Teresa grinned and followed Elizabeth upstairs. Junior yawned softly and fell asleep instantly in his mother's arms before they were upstairs in the baby's bedroom. Elizabeth carefully put her son into his room and gently shut the door behind her, showing Teresa to the guest room.
"Good," Lady remarked as she walked in and put her suitcase on the bed, it looked like a fancy hotel room with lace on the pillows, a quilted comforter, a chestnut wooden dresser and a window looking out from the top floor of the house.
"This is where you'll sleep," Elizabeth explained, "I used to live in Snob Hill if I was your age. Are you sleepy now?"
"Yes, actually," Teresa yawned in mid-sentence, "travel often tires me out."
"Alright, Jim, Lady and I will see you before we leave tomorrow, good night, Teresa," Elizabeth said, closing the door behind her.
"Good night, Elizabeth," Teresa yawned and got ready for bed.
That night, Teresa was long asleep. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Lady pushed the door open with her nose and poked her head inside Teresa's new room. Lady looked up, but jumped onto the bed, curling up into a ball to sleep. Teresa stirred and saw Lady sleeping there. Teresa grinned, and then fell back asleep to leave Lady in peace.
The next morning, Teresa was happy to see Lady had adjusted to Junior and felt appreciated again. She even played as a watch dog for the little tyke with Teresa babysitting and dog-sitting her. Teresa was finishing an early lunch of a ham sandwich with a bag of chips as Lady was upstairs, hearing Jim pack his suitcase.
"Jim Dear," Elizabeth said as she came downstairs, buttoning her jacket, "I can't put him down. He's yet so small and desperate."
"He'll be fine, Darling," Jim assured her, but passed Teresa, "be nice to Aunt Sarah, she'll help you take care of Junior and Lady."
"Alright," Teresa had never met Aunt Sarah, but she hoped it would go well.
"Darling, c'mon," Jim begged his wife, "if he awakens, we'll never run off."
"Jim, I feel guilty for abandoning him like this," Elizabeth frowned.
"Oh, nonsense," Jim replied.
"They're leaving the baby like this," Lady sounded brokenhearted.
"Lady, try to understand, they're just--" but before Teresa could continue, Lady rushed to stop her owners from going any further. Teresa sighed, but caught up with them before they came out the door with Lady blocking them.
"What's wrong with Lady," Jim noticed Lady's sudden craving for attention and misunderstanding.
"She thinks you're abandoning her, me and Junior," Teresa explained.
"How can you be so sure," Elizabeth looked down at Lady.
Lady nodded in agreement, continuing to scowl at her owners.
"Aw, don't worry, old lady," Jim consoled his cocker spaniel.
"Aunt Sarah will be here," Elizabeth added to put her concerns to an end, "she's here to help Teresa take care of you and the baby!"
Then Lady grinned, feeling warm and cuddly again. Now she understood that she wasn't going to be abandoned.
"You can help as well, Lady," Jim grinned. Then there was a doorbell which caught his attention. "There's the old woman now. Hang on, Sarah, we're coming!"
"Now Teresa, make sure you listen and obey Aunt Sarah's rules," Elizabeth warned Teresa, "don't misbehave. Like I have to warn you of that."
Teresa chuckled, but pushed her bow back. "Don't worry, Lady and I will be fine."
Jim opened the door to reveal Aunt Sarah. "I'm sorry I'm late, dear ones, I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Aunt Sarah had a picnic basket which Teresa and Lady looked into.
"Here, let me carry your facts," Jim offered, reaching for her basket.
"No, no, don't worry," Aunt Sarah warned them, "I know my road. I mustn't miss the train. Have fun and don't worry about a fact. Bye, darling, farewell," Aunt Sarah rushed Jim and Elizabeth out.
"Someone's impatient," Teresa remarked. Then she decided to check on the baby as Aunt Sarah got settled into Jim and Elizabeth's room. Teresa poked her head into Junior's bedroom and tiptoed inside where she wouldn't disturb him if he were sleeping. Junior yawned and awakened and Teresa got concerned that he would cry for his parents, instead, he grinned at her. "Are you hungry, little boy," she asked, warm and sweetly like a mother.
Junior cooed silently at her as if to respond her question.
"Here, we're going to get you some milk, right," Teresa carefully carried Junior and sat in Elizabeth's rocking chair. Then Teresa took the bottle complete with milk and gently placed it inside Junior's mouth.
Teresa grinned as she heard Junior gently suckle against the bottle's nipple and took the milk. The 10-year-old girl sniffled, feeling like a responsible child looking after Junior like this. Lady and Aunt Sarah came in to see the baby. Lady jumped over, grinning as Teresa had the baby comfortable. Then Junior yawned, letting Teresa put the bottle down, pat his back and burp him. Then Junior fell asleep in Teresa's arms as she held him in a comforting fashion.
"Oh, that's my older nephew," Aunt Sarah fussed over the baby, but frowned at Teresa and Lady. Aunt Sarah swiped Junior out of Teresa's arms. "You're not old enough to have a baby, young lady!"
"Hey, I'm doing the best I can," Teresa defended herself, "I'm a babysitter!"
"No, it matters to you," Aunt Sarah pointed frustratedly at Lady, "what are YOU doing here? Go ahead now, shoo! Scat! Get out of here!"
Teresa and Lady left. As soon as they were both out the door, Aunt Sarah shut it behind her. With that said, it made Junior awaken in alarm and cry.
"There, there," Aunt Sarah comforted the baby, even if he was just fine a moment ago, "Aunt Sarah won't let that dog or that horrible big girl scare you anymore. No, no, no, darling."
"What's your problem," Teresa scoffed about Aunt Sarah.
"She beats me, she seemed nice to Jim Dear and Darling," Lady replied.
Then Teresa and Lady both flinched once they heard Aunt Sarah sing a lullaby. No fashion that was going to make the baby feel any better.
"I could also go downstairs now," Lady moaned, going down the steps, "I shouldn't harm the baby."
"Lady, you didn't do anything, neither did I, Aunt Sarah's just being a crab, perhaps she'll come over to us later," Teresa shrugged, following her downstairs.
Lady sighed, but went to the basket Aunt Sarah left downstairs. Teresa went to it as well in curiosity.
"I wonder what's in this fact any matter," Teresa scratched her head in curiosity.
Teresa and Lady looked at the basket together. Teresa pulled open a tab to see a pair of eyes, but she fell back on her backside, feeling surprised and concerned. Then the basket snapped shut. Lady came to it, and the same fact happened to her. Then Lady ran to behind Teresa as she felt worried.
"Teresa, what's going on," Lady asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like it so far," Teresa said hesitantly.
The eyes came back from inside the basket as Ancient Chinese music played in the background. Then there was a loud gong noise and there came out a pair of Siamese cats. They looked very sneaky, which shocked Teresa.
"You don't chase cats, do you," Teresa asked Lady.
"I've never met a cat before," Lady replied, silently as the cats came close to them.
Then the cats sneaked over and rubbed themselves against Teresa, making her feel very uncomfortable. Then the cats went past Lady, and continued as they saw a fishbowl, looking hungry. Lady barked at them as they looked hungry and tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen to her.
Teresa tried to stop them as well, but they tried to drop a vase on her to stop her. Teresa skid across the floor, tripped and slid across the floor to catch the vase from smashing. Teresa put the vase back in place, but tried to catch up with the cats. Then one of the cats pulled out its tail to trip Teresa and Teresa landed inside the piano, making the other hit the top on top of her, trapping her.
Teresa moaned, but burst the top up and saw the cats getting closer to the fishbowl.
"Do you see that fact swimming round and round," Si asked.
"Ye-ee-ee-es," Am almost hissed.
"Perhaps we could reach in and make him choke," Si placed his paw into the bowl.
Lady continued to bark at them, trying to seem aggressive as they pulled the rug down to bring down the fish. Teresa rushed to stop them from eating the fish, but once she got to them, the bowl fell on her head. Teresa gurgled as the water was trapping her face and the fish swam around and around her head. Then Teresa burst the bowl off to get some air and the fish plopped on the floor, making the cats able to eat it, but it bounced off the best it could away from them. The cats almost had the fish, but they were distracted by Junior's crying upstairs.
"Do you hear what I hear," Si asked.
"Oh, a baby cry," Am purred, "where we found the baby, there are milk nearby!"
Lady put the fish in her mouth as Teresa held the bowl in her hands after putting fresh water in it. Lady was about to settle this once and for all with the cats. Then Lady growled and pounced in front of them. The cats suddenly looked afraid and ran around. There was a dog and cat chase. Teresa looked horrified as it looked like Lady actually wanted to murder the cats. Teresa covered her eyes and looked away as there was loud smashing and thuds. Then Teresa was messed up from the fight as she was in a lot of pain and under a broken table as Lady was under a curtain.
"What's going on down there," Aunt Sarah demanded, but came downstairs with the mess, "merciful heavens!"
Teresa looked up as her bow was crooked and partially broken from the wreck. Teresa was hoping now Aunt Sarah would change her feelings about her, but the woman instead focused on her cats as if they were meowing in pain to get Teresa and Lady in danger.
"My darlings," Aunt Sarah cried, holding her cats, "my treasured pets! Oh, that evil animal! You trained her to attack them, didn't you?"
"Lady and I didn't do anything, Aunt Sarah," Teresa tried to explain, but this was just as hopeless as earlier.
"A probable story of a brat like you," Aunt Sarah snapped at her, but went upstairs to comfort the mischievous cats, "oh, attacking my poor innocent little angels."
Si and Am smirked at Teresa and Lady as they went upstairs to get treats from the owner. Then they shook their tails together as they went further and Teresa tried to clean up the mess, feeling worthless.
That afternoon, Aunt Sarah took Teresa with her to drag her to the pet store.  Teresa was hoping Aunt Sarah was going to try to return to Lady and make up something where Jim and Elizabeth wouldn't concern about her, but Aunt Sarah had a much worse punishment. Aunt Sarah placed the cocker spaniel on the desk as the clerk came to see them.
"Good afternoon, madam," the clerk greeted plainly, "what have I done for you?"
"I want a muzzle," Aunt Sarah demanded, "a good, strong muzzle!"
"Lady doesn't need a muzzle," Teresa protested.
"SILENCE," Aunt Sarah hissed at her, but held Lady tight to keep her from running off.
"Ah, yes, madam," the clerk pulled out a red muzzle, "now here's our latest combination; strap and muzzle, now we'll just slide it forward like this, and-" before trying to put the muzzle on Teresa, but she kept trying to break away and fight against him, "and oh, dear, oh, dear!"
"Lady," Aunt Sarah snapped.
"Nice doggy," the clerk sounded hesitant as Lady kept shaking, "no, no.  Don't wave, level, easy now!  Now, now, now, careful, you little---"
"I warned you, she doesn't need a muzzle," Teresa cried.
Lady fought and came out of his grip, but wound up smashing against a parrot cage.  Lady turned back to the clerk and Aunt Sarah, but Teresa caught the leash handle and ran with Lady to get away.  Teresa and Lady weren't sure where they were going, but anywhere was better than with Aunt Sarah.
"Come back," Aunt Sarah's calls yet haunted inside Teresa's mind, "come back here, I say!  Teresa! Lady! You're both coming back here!"
Teresa and Lady kept running together.  Teresa looked around anxiously as Lady tried to block out Aunt Sarah.  Then Teresa shrieked as she was roughed up against cars, bicycles, carriages and they were in a dark alley.  Teresa knew from watching intense movies that a dark alley was a bad place to hide of all places in a city like this.
Teresa grew even more terrified once Lady collected tin cans on the leash.  Teresa saw sleeping alley dogs as they grew into the deeper, darker part of the alley.  This seemed more frightening due to the fact and she wished her parents or brother could be there to comfort her.  The cans rustled and clanked with each step from Lady, drawing attention to her and her human friend.
Teresa and Lady backed up against the wall, fearing for their lives as the alley dogs awakened and came toward them.  They looked very mangly and aggressive. Teresa felt sweat beat down her face and her face turned deathly pale as the dogs came closer, her palms sweated, and her heart pounded through her chest. This was like some horrid nightmare she couldn't awaken from, it looked as though no one could save them now.
That was until, as if on cue, another alley dog sprung into the scene in front of the more aggressive dogs.  The wild dogs tried to come at the courageous mutt, but he showed a lot more bravery and fought back at them.  Teresa came to her knees and held Lady as they watched, feeling afraid, but safe as the mutt was saving them.  The mutt bucked two out of the dogs like a goat into trash cans and tossed the other dog into a barrel, showing them not to mess with him or the girls.
The mutt growled to make sure they wouldn't come back.  It looked as though they wouldn't.  Teresa couldn't believe it and wasn't sure. He was an alley dog as well, why would he save them?  Lady looked a little more calm around the mutt, where Teresa faced a possible conclusion. The mutt was the Tramp that Lady had warned her about earlier.
"Hey, Pidge," the mutt said, walking toward Lady strapped down in her muzzle leash prison. Then the mutt looked at Teresa. "Are you Jim Dear or Darling, Pidge has warned me about?"
Teresa shook her head. "I'm Teresa Brisby, Elizabeth's my mum's a pain, I'm dog-sitting Lady, but we got into danger," she explained, showing the trap Lady had been stuck into.
"Oh, you poor girl," Tramp frowned, "oh, we have to take this off.  Hey, Teresa, do you have a knife or something sharp?"
Teresa dug into her pockets and pulled out some lint, a moth, an old piece of candy and a house-key. "No, I'm sorry, Tramp."
"That's how you knew by name?"
"Lady's warned me about you, I can speak to animals and understand them."
"That's an interesting story, c'mon, we have to get Pidge out of this jam, I've seen this before, I know exactly where to get it down," Tramp led them out of the alley, "c'mon."
"Where are we going," Teresa asked, following Tramp with Lady's leash handle in her hand.
"You'll see," Tramp assured her.
Tramp led the girls more into town. Teresa couldn't find Aunt Sarah anywhere and just assumed she went back home with Junior, Si and Am. There was a guard in front of the gates they were headed for and eventually Tramp stopped to show the girls where they were.
"Well, here we are," Tramp said.
"The zoo," the girls both said as they saw the sign.
"Of course," Tramp beamed.
Teresa and Lady went to the entrance, but Tramp pulled Lady back a bit and bit on Teresa's skirt to pull her back as well. He wanted to stop them from going that fashion.
"No, this way," Tramp whispered as they were all in the bushes, "follow me."
Lady was about to follow, but then she moaned.
"What's the matter, Lady," Teresa asked.
"We can't go in," Lady warned them.
"Why not," Tramp asked.
Teresa saw as she read a sign that said "No Dogs Allowed".
"Well, the sign says..." Lady tried to warn him.
"Yes, well, well, that's an angle," Tramp said.
"Angle," Teresa asked.
"Look, Teresa, you stay here with Pidge where you don't get in danger," Tramp organized his plan as a man with book walked past the sidewalk, "let's just wait for right one--uh, here we are now. Just be silent."
The man walked out from the zoo, passing the guard. Tramp emerged from the bushes and followed around the man to play a trick.
"Hey, you," the guard called sharply to the normal man.
"Uh, I'm sorry," the man looked at him hesitantly, "were you addressing me?"
"What's the matter," the guard pointed his club against the sign, "can't you read?"
"Why, yes, several languages," the man assured him.
"Oh, a smart guy, right," the guard pointed to Tramp. Then Tramp stood in front of the man to protect him. "What's that creature doing here?"
"He's not my dog," the man replied.
Then Tramp jumped into his arms like he had known the man all his life. He even licked the poor man's face. Teresa tried to hold in her laughs as she and Lady watched.
"Oh, he's not, right," the guard was understandably dubious.
"Go away, go ahead," the man tried to drive Tramp off where he wouldn't get in danger, "certainly not, officer!"
"Oh, I suppose you'll let me know next it was the dog whistling, right?"
"Oh, I'm a liar now, am I?"
"Well, you listen to me!"
"Existing a law officer? You will pay---" the guard howled in pain as Tramp bit him, "ohh, pull a knife for me, yes? You're trying to murder me, aren't you?"
Tramp signaled the girls to come with him. Lady and Teresa left the bushes as the men continued to argue. Teresa walked in and looked all around to see what Tramp had in mind of getting Lady help with the zoo animals.
"C'mon, girls," Tramp praised, "the place is ours. We'd better go this place from A to Z."
"How about a monkey," Teresa suggested.
"Apes? No, no, no," Tramp shook his head, "it's no use asking them. They won't understand."
"Wouldn't they do that," Lady asked.
"Uh-huh, too close relatives of humans, unless they're special like this one," Tramp winked at Teresa, but saw the alligator exhibit, "crocodiles! Why, there's an idea!"
"Oh, dear," Teresa moaned as she followed the dogs to the crocodile display.
"Say it, Al," Tramp came close with them, leaning to speak with the reptile, "do you think you could cut this contraption away from us?"
"I'm happy to respond," the alligator replied, opening his mouth wide like he was going to eat all of them.
Tramp saw the flaw in this plan. "Woah, WOAH," he bit on Lady's collar and pulled her back.
However, the alligator hit its mouth down on the back of Teresa's skirt. Teresa shrieked, climbed back up and covered her butt in embarrassment as the alligator bit off the back and ate it like a snack. Teresa turned and looked down until she heard wicked laughter, elephants trumpeting and lions roaring. Teresa turned in frustration and embarrassment as she saw a hyena laughing at them.
"If anyone ever needed a muzzle, it's him," Tramp remarked as they went to a different exhibition.
"Watch out below," a voice called out.
"Hey, Pigeon! Watch out," Tramp got the girls out of the road as a tree hit down on the ground.
Teresa and Tramp burst their heads out from the tree's greens. Tramp had leaves in his fur and Teresa had some in her mouth and she spit some out.
"What foolish idiot would--" Tramp thought about it for a moment and found a new solution for this problem, "hey, look, a beaver! Here's the reply to our problem," he went to the beaver as he was at work.
"Let's see, six feet five and a half," the beaver calculated, but chewed on the log.
"Forgive me, friend," Tramp said to the beaver, "I wonder if you'd do a little--"
"Busy, son, busy," the beaver waved him away, "I can't stop gossiping now. I have to slide this sycamore into the swamp."
"This'll only take a second of your time," Teresa added, walking over.
"Just a sec," the beaver took his attention to her and poked her on the nose, "listen, young lady, do you notice that every second, two feet of water are being dumped into that spillway," the beaver pointed to his dam.
"Well, yes, but-"
"We need to get this log moving, you two," the beaver tried to move the log and dismiss the dog and mouse girl, "we have to walk, cutting takes time, it's a pull like a dog."
"Exactly," Tramp formed an idea, "carrying, now, all you need is----"
"Better split this section here..." the beaver either didn't hear him or just flat-out ignored him.
"What you need is a log puller," Tramp said, but noticed the beaver was gnawing again. Then he came closer to raise his voice. "I said a LOG PULLEEEEEEERRR!!!"
The beaver blinked rapidly and scratched the inside of his ear. "I'm not deaf, son, there's no need to----" the beaver noticed what Tramp warned him, "did you say a log puller?"
"And, by happy coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely young lady," Tramp stepped aside to show the beaver Lady yet trapped like he was a game show host offering prizes, "the new, improved, patented, practical and stylish, never-fails, little log extractor! The busy beaver's friend!"
"You don't say," the beaver was astounded.
"Guaranteed not to wear, tear, ravel or fray," Tramp continued, "turn the sister around and show the customer the merchandise."
Lady showed the beaver, trying to model. She just really wanted this to be over with.
"And that reduces the log transport time by 66%," Tramp added.
"Sixty-six percent," the beaver chuckled, eagerly, but came towards Lady, "think about that! Well, how does this work?"
"Well, it's no use at all," Tramp replied, "you just slip this ring over the branch, like this," he presented by putting the leash handle around the limb as said, "and pull it out!"
"Hey, do you mind if I put it on to see the size," the beaver asked.
"Help yourself, my darling friend, help yourself," Tramp grinned for Lady's sake.
"Oh, don't mind if I do so," the beaver said, but noticed how forced the muzzle was on Lady, "how do you get that fact off, son?"
"Glad you touched that, buddy," Tramp continued his enthusiasm to sell his idea, "to remove it, just put the strip between your teeth."
"Like this," the beaver asked, doing as warned.
"Correct friend, now bite hard, understand?"
The beaver nodded and bit hard. It was so hard, the muzzle was eventually off, freeing Lady. "Hey, this is simple," the beaver grinned.
Lady brushed her nose and grinned. "It's off!"
Teresa grinned and hugged Lady close.
"Well, buddy, let's leave now, well-" Tramp was about to walk away with the girls.
"Uh-uh-uh, not so fast, son," the beaver stopped as he got the muzzle on, "I'll have to make sure it's satisfactory before we set a price."
"Oh, dear, it's all yours, buddy," Tramp remarked, "you can have it."
"I can," the beaver asked.
"Uh-huh," Lady agreed.
"It's a free sample," Teresa added.
Tramp looked at both girls, feeling victorious and glad they helped him sell the muzzle leash to the beaver.
"Well, thanks a lot," the beaver thanked them as they walked away.
The dogs and mouse girl were long gone once the beaver rolled down the hill with his log now attached with him. The beaver felt great once he got his log in place of his dam. Now he could celebrate.
"Hey, this works, great!"
After the zoo scam, Tramp walked with Teresa and Lady down the street was it was getting dark. They were getting closer into the suburbs. As the group walked, Lady was warning Tramp about why and how the muzzle fiasco happened since Tramp had a hard time believing people like Lady's owners would do such a fact to her. Lady was speaking about Aunt Sarah though.
"And if she puts that horrible muzzle on me..." Lady was about to finish, but she looked like she had seen enough.
"Don't say no more," Tramp said coolly, "I understand the entire picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles. Well, that's what comes of tying yourself down to one family."
"Don't you have a family," Lady asked.
"One for each day of the week," Tramp replied, "the point is, none of them have me."
Lady and Teresa paused. They both looked at each other, sharing the same exchange of confusion and turned back to Tramp.
"I'm afraid we don't understand," Lady said after a long-awaited silence.
"It's very simple, you see--" Tramp stopped once he had a whiff at something. He sniffed deeply around him. "Something is warning me it's dinnertime."
Teresa's stomach weakly growled. She held it and had to agree with the street smart mutt on this one.
"Are you hungry as well? I imagine," Tramp led the girls to an area with several different kinds of foreign food restaurants. One of which, being a house. "C'mon, I'll show you what I mean. Now take the Schultzies over here. Little Fritzie, that's me, Pidge, makes this Monday home."
"Motocross," Lady asked.
"Ah, yes," Tramp replied with a German accent, "Mama Schultz will cook wiener schnitzel on Monday! Mmm-mmm-delicious!"
"This sounds disgusting," Teresa flinched slightly at that food name.
"Well, the O'Briens are here, where Little Mike was," Tramp continued, now with an Irish accent, "sure I am---again, coming from a Tuesday."
"Of a Tuesday," Lady asked.
"Begorra and that's if you have this sweet corn beef," Tramp spoke normally to Lady, "you see, Pidge, if you have no feet and no collar, you only take the best------" Tramp heard an accordion play in the background.
"Is there a Weird Al concert in town," Teresa asked, laughing at her inside joke, but grew silent as the dogs stared blankly at her.
"Hey, Tony's," Tramp led the girls to an Italian restaurant, "the very special place for a very special occasion."
"C'mon, I'm hungry," Teresa whispered to Lady, but went to the front door with the cocker spaniel.
Tramp stood in front of them to keep them from going any further. "No, this way, Pidge," Tramp gestured to the alley to get the girls to follow him back there, "I have my own private entrance."
Teresa and Lady followed to the alley with a backdoor. Teresa felt her stomach growl inside her body through the palms of her hands outside as the smells of Italian foods filled in her brain. The irresistible pasta, the zesty tomato sauce, the gooey, creamy cheese. All she wanted to do was get some food, sit, eat and relax a while. A very, very long while. Tramp scratched the door to get attention and whined a bit.
"Just wait a moment, I'll come," an Italian accent was heard from the other side. There came an Italian man, looking to see who was there, but saw no one there, feeling peeved. "What's happening? Someone is doing an April Fool's joke--"
Tramp barked to make his existence acknowledged.
The man looked down and grinned at Tramp like the mutt was his own pet like Tramp had with the other people. "Oh, hello, Butch," the man praised.
"Butch," Teresa asked herself.
"Where have you been for so long," the man comforted Tramp like a royal pet owner, "hey, Joe, look who's here," the man called to the back of his kitchen.
There came a skinnier Italian man with an apron and toque. He must've been the restaurant's chef. "Well, what have you done? It's-a Butch!"
The bigger man laughed as he played with Tramp a little bit. Tramp licked him and played around with him like the man was his actual owner, even though he wasn't. "Hey, hey, hey, Joe," the man laughed, "Joe, bring Butch some bones before he eats me up!"
"OK, Tony, that's it," Joe the chef saluted, but went back into the kitchen, "bones, a-coming up!"
Then Tramp showed Tony, the owner, Lady while Teresa yet stayed hidden.
"What? Oh, what's this," Tony looked very surprised, "hey, Joe! Look, Butch, he's had a new girlfriend!"
"Well, you son of a gun," Joe looked, just as surprised as Tony, "he's had a Spanish cocker girl!"
"Hey, she's pretty," Tony grinned at Lady as she grinned back. He even petted her gently as she was friendly and didn't attack him. "Sweet girl, Butch. You take Tony's advice and get on with this a-one, right," Tony chuckled.
"This-a one," Lady raised an eyebrow at Tramp.
"That-a one," Tramp echoed, but gulped hesitantly, "oh, Tony! You know, he doesn't speak English pretty good."
Teresa walked over, as her stomach felt very aggressive tonight.
"Oh, hello," Tony greeted her, but looked at Lady, then back, "is this your dog?"
"Umm, sure," Teresa replied slyly.
"Why are you out here and not in with the other people?"
"I wanted to make sure Lady was alright."
"Lady," Tony grinned proudly, "what a wonderful name for a great girl for Butch. You want spaghetti? I'm doing a bit! Joe, make spaghetti for this little girl, here!"
Teresa grinned. "Not too many meatballs, now. But I don't mind a lot of cheese."
"Easy with the meatballs! Heavy on the cheese," Joe went to Lady, catching a barrel, "why don't we stuff everything for the beautiful couple, right?"
Teresa nodded and helped him flip the barrel over. Then they both set a checkered tablecloth over it to make it look romantic for Lady and Tramp.
That was if Joe decided to come in with a plate of bones for Tramp as warned earlier. "Here's your bones, Tony!"
"Alright, what," Tony asked easily, but turned to Joe to throw down the platter and scold Joe, "bones! What about you, Joe? I'll break your face! Tonight, Butch gets a-best in the house!"
"Alright, Tony, you're the boss," Joe said hesitantly. Then he handed a menu and went back into the kitchen to finish Teresa's spaghetti.
Tony took the menu and placed it in front of the dogs as if to take their order. "Well, warn me, what's your joy? A la carte? Dinner?"
Tramp and Lady took a look and saw the spaghetti. Tramp looked at Tony and barked his order in dog language.
"Aha, alright," Tony called back to Joe, "hey, Joe! Butch, he wants a spaghetti specialty as well! Heavy on the meatballs."
"Tony, dogs don't speak," Joe existed as he finished a plate for Teresa with a cheesy bread-stick.
"He's a-speaking to me," Tony said, sounding irritated and vengeful.
"Alright, he's a-speaking to you," Joe said as he gave Teresa her plate of spaghetti, but went back to get a plate for Lady and Tramp, "you're the boss! Mamma mia...."
Teresa couldn't help but chuckle at Joe and Tony's antics as she put boxes together to make her own table and eat comfortably.
Joe splatted some spaghetti for Lady and Tramp, mumbling to himself. Probably about Tony's demands. Lady, Tramp and Teresa were all about to eat, but then Tony came in with his accordion to the lovely dog couple. Then the group went to eat. Teresa did her own eating as Lady and Tramp slurped some of their noodles together. Teresa had to stop at one moment as it looked sweet once Lady and Tramp were slurping the same noodle without realizing it. Then Lady and Tramp slurped their noodle and it ended up in an old-fashioned spaghetti kiss. They backed their heads off sheepishly. Then Tramp pushed a separate meatball to Lady, making her grin and they looked into each other's eyes. Even though they were dogs, this was very romantic.
After dinner, Teresa was eating a Styrofoam cup filled with vanilla ice cream with strawberry sauce and sprinkles. Tony and Joe let dinner on them to cover Teresa's bill where she wouldn't be forced into paying. It was very dark as Teresa went with the dogs. Lady and Tramp looked as though they had fallen in deep love as they passed a love heart with initials on it. Teresa grinned at them and decided to give the love dogs some privacy for the evening.
Teresa looked around for a place for them all to sleep. She spotted a little shack that looked actually pretty comfortable for her. There was a bed there with some indoor plumbing to make her comfortable enough to stay. Teresa went in after Lady and Tramp spent their private evening together. The 10-year-old girl just wondered what they were going to do next, since she and Lady were very far away from home.
At the crack of dawn, Teresa awakened without an alarm clock or a gentle shake in her bed, she awakened to a rooster crow. She yawned and stretched in the shack bed, washed her face, brushed her teeth and stepped outside to meet up with Lady and Tramp. They had slept outside together after their little private evening after their first spaghetti dinner together. They were on a hilltop together now. The rooster crowed once again, now awakening Lady.
"Oh, my, oh, dear..." Lady sounded uneasy.
"Is something wrong, Pidge," Tramp asked, noticing her fighting.
"It's morning."
"Yes, then that is."
"Teresa and I should've been home hours ago."
"Why? Why do you yet believe in that 'old faithful dog Trey' routine? Oh, c'mon, Pidge, open your eyes!"
"Open my eyes?"
"For the life of a dog it can really be, I'll show you what I mean, c'mon, Pidge," Tramp led the girls to look below the hilltop.
"What's going on," Teresa asked, rubbing her eye, yet a little sleepy.
"Look over there," Tramp said, "warn me of what you see."
Lady took a look down at the countryside. "Well, I see beautiful houses with courtyards and fences..."
"That's right, life on a leash! Look again, Pidge, look, there's a big piece of the world over there with no fence around, where two dogs and a brat can find adventure, emotion, and beyond these distant hills, who knows what beautiful experiences?"
"Street hedgehog," Teresa felt her stomach turn, "now look here, I don't live on the street!"
"Of course you are, someone has to get us some food and speak to us," Tramp exclaimed, but turned to Lady, "it's all ours, Pidge. It's all ours!"
"It sounds wonderful," Lady sighed dreamily.
"But," Tramp knew she was yet hesitant.
"But who'd watch over the child," Lady asked, remembering her owners.
Then Tramp sharply sighed. He now saw how much Lady and Teresa cared about their lives before they met him. He felt like he had no choice now. "You win, c'mon, I'll take you girls at home."
The dogs and child walked off to get back to the Brown house. Tramp hummed a little tune as they kept walking to get back and patch facts up. Then they passed a farm, and the rambunctious mutt stepped back, hatching an idea.
"Don't change the subject, but never chase chickens," Tramp asked, smirking mischievously.
"I would say no," Lady replied, sounding serious.
"Oh, oh, but you never lived!"
"But we shouldn't."
"I know, that's what makes it fun," Tramp smirked, trying to lull Lady with him, "aw, c'mon, girl. Start building memories."
"But, we won't hurt the chickens......right," Lady sounded concerned now.
"Wound to them? Nah! We'll get a little," Tramp made the girls look to the farmyard as the chickens were in their coop, sleeping, "just look at these lazy offered fats. They should've been in hours long ago."
Teresa held Lady back as Tramp sneaked in through the fence. Tramp sheathed across the ground and poked his head into their little coop as they continued to nap. Then Tramp barked frustratedly, making the chickens squawk and run out in a frenzy. Tramp laughed as he chased them all around. Lady was frightened by the chicken attack and hid behind Teresa for shelter.
"Kind of funny, isn't it, girl," Tramp laughed, having fun torturing the poor birds.
"Hey, what's going on out there," the farmer yelled, stepping out of his house. He saw Tramp and started firing his gun at the mutt.
"What's up," Lady panicked.
"This is the signal to move on," Tramp said, "c'mon, whee! This is living, right, girl?"
"Is that it?"
"C'mon, Pidge, follow the leader," Tramp went to get through the gate back to Teresa.
Teresa saw Lady try to get out. Once she did so, unfortunately, Lady was caught in a net and taken into the back of a truck. Tramp made it out alright and came to Teresa.
"Have you seen them," Tramp laughed, "there's a bit of a hound in all of us, right, Pidge? Pidge," he saw that she was nowhere to be seen. Then he turned back to Teresa. "Have you seen Pigeon?"
"That truck took her away," Teresa pointed to the truck as it drove away to take Lady to the dog pound, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "PIDGE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the circus. Tramp looked with her. "Oh, dear," he moaned. Then Tramp left to a direction. "Stay here, I'll be right back," he said, but dashed off.
Teresa waved weakly to him and waited a while. Teresa spent the entire day there on the streets, it was already getting dark. How Teresa survived that day, she'd never know. Then there came up a car and a familiar, bitter old woman.
"Aunt Sarah," Teresa cried.
"Don't weep for the attention, now miss, you're on your road home before my nephew and his wife get home," Aunt Sarah said firmly, catching Teresa's arm and throwing her in the backseat with Si and Am, "where's that cocker spaniel?"
"They took her off to the kennel, Aunt Sarah."
"The kennel? Do you know how Jim'll react if I warn him that Lady has been sent to the kennel?! He'll never trust again that I'll take care of little Jim Junior!"
"Lucky Junior," Teresa mumbled, inaudibly.
"Stop muttering, one of these days, you think you're so smart," Aunt Sarah started up the car and drove off away from the farmhouse, "I'll let you know after Lady tries to attack my children, they won't be allowed to go home!"
"I warned you, it wasn't her fault! Your cats are pure evil!"
"Oh, nonsense, Si and Am wouldn't hurt a fly!"
Aunt Sarah drove the car to the pound. Once they got there, Aunt Sarah came out with Teresa to pick Lady up. The men allowed her as well and brought Lady back out with a leash. Lady looked really sick to her stomach.
"Can't get any worse, can it," Lady lamented as Aunt Sarah drove back home.
"Aunt Sarah will make you stay out of the house," Teresa whispered where the old bat wouldn't hear her speaking to the dog, "I'm really sorry, Lady."
Lady whined and crawled into Teresa's lap. Teresa held the cocker spaniel close to comfort her as it was a long drive back home for both of them. Aunt Sarah stopped the car and tied Lady up to a doghouse in the backyard. Aunt Sarah was about to drag Teresa inside with her before it got too dark and stormy.
"Can't I say a farewell to Lady," Teresa asked.
Aunt Sarah frowned at her, wondering why on Earth she'd want to say a farewell to some dog. "Very well, make it fast," she went inside as Teresa went to the yard as Lady was tied up.
"I didn't make friends in the kennel, I guess," Teresa started the conversation.
"Teresa, it was horrible," Lady cried, "I was so embarrassed and afraid! I met this dog named Peg, and she knows all about the Tramp! She warned me about these other girls that Tramp has been with like Trixie, Lulu, Fifi and Rosita Chiquita or however her name is! He-he was using me just like these other dogs! I'm nothing special!"
Teresa felt hurt. For herself and for Lady. Then Teresa hugged Lady close.
"Teresa, come here now," Aunt Sarah snapped from inside the house.
"I have to go, I'm sorry to hear this. See you later," Teresa petted Lady gently on the head, but went inside to get ready for bed.
Teresa had a hard time sleeping that stormy evening. Sure, she was back in a nice, warm bed, but she grew concerned about Lady. She was very concerned and empathetic due to her time spent in the dog pound. It must've been royalty traumatic for a dog of Lady's social status. Teresa hugged her tear-stained pillow, trying to think of pleasant thoughts and dreams to prevent torturous, psychologically horrendous nightmares. That was the last fact she needed.
Teresa tossed and turned once she heard Lady's barking. She wasn't trying to speak to Teresa this time, this time she sounded like a frustrated guard dog. Teresa sat up in her bed as she heard the frightening and dominant barking. It was not like Lady to bark horribly like this, where Teresa thought perhaps something was wrong. Teresa opened the window and saw in horror with her tired, baggy eyes that Lady was trying to chase off a rat. It looked very horrifying for an infected rodent.
"Get it, Lady," Teresa silently chanted. Then Teresa grew horrified once the rat managed to get into Junior's room. "Oh, dear," she gasped.
Aunt Sarah had heard the confusion as well and opened her own window. Afraid to be punished, Teresa closed her window and swiftly buried herself in her blankets. "Stop this! Hustle, now! Silence! Stop that racket!"
Then Teresa heard Aunt Sarah's window close and she slid on her fluffy white bathrobe and her pale blue slippers. She emerged from the guest room and looked around for the rat, hoping to catch it from infecting the poor baby who was innocently sleeping. Teresa opened the door to see Lady speaking with Tramp about the unwanted rodent.
"What's going on," Tramp asked the girls.
"A code red," Teresa and Lady cried.
"Where?"
"Upstairs, in the baby's room," Lady replied as she tried to get free from her chained prison.
"How do I get in," Tramp asked.
"The little door on the porch," Teresa said, trying to help the dog.
Tramp nodded and dashed to help Lady and Teresa with the rat problem, unbeknownst to Aunt Sarah and little Jim Junior. Teresa tried her best to free Lady, but it felt useless and pointless.
"I'm sorry, Lady, but it won't move," Teresa cried.
"Try hard! I have to protect the baby," Lady cried back.
Teresa felt like quitting, but she had to help Lady. Teresa did with all her might and successfully undid the chains. Teresa held Lady comfortably once the cocker spaniel was eventually free and swiftly ran with Teresa indoors to help Tramp with the rascally rat. Teresa and Lady heard banging and smashing from Junior's room. Tramp must've had made it in alright and was now trying to murder the beastly rat. Junior, however, felt it was too much and he cried to alert Aunt Sarah. The lights flashed on, surprising everyone once the rat was gone and seemed to had been done with.
"Merciful heavens, oh, you poor darling," Aunt Sarah cooed to Junior, thinking he was crying because of the dogs. Then she carried him. "Now, now, now, now, now, thank heavens you're not hurt," she frowned at Lady and Tramp as Teresa hid behind the door, "y-you evil brutes! Back, get back! Cooper, go ahead! Get back! The pound. The pound! That's it, I'll call the pound!"
"Aunt Sarah, no," Teresa cried.
Aunt Sarah turned to her, furrowing her brows. "I warned you to stay in your room after saying a farewell to Lady," she hissed.
Aunt Sarah pushed everyone off after seeing Junior back down in his crib. Then she pushed Lady and Teresa into the cellar and locked it. It was dark, cold and gloomy in there, a bit more than usual.
"Let us out, let us out," Teresa pounded against the doors, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the basement. Lady barked, trying to get attention as well, but Aunt Sarah wouldn't listen to their cries, hearing the frustrated girl shout his name.
Teresa and Lady almost gave up. No one could hear them or help them. Tramp was going to be taken away forever, Junior was in grave danger, and they were locked in the cellar. Then their ears pricked up once they heard familiar voices. Teresa put her ear closer to the door.
"It's Elizabeth and Jim," Teresa cried.
Lady happily wagged her tail. "Hooray!"
"I'm sure there must've been a mistake," Jim's voice said as he went to open the cellar, freeing the girls, "I know Lady wouldn't------"
With that said, Lady and Teresa dashed out from the cellar doors.
"Teresa, what were you doing in there," Elizabeth asked.
"No time to explain," Teresa said, following Lady upstairs to Junior's room as soon as possible.
Lady barked to the other humans, trying to get them to follow her like Lassie the Wonder Dog.
"Watch out! That dog's loose! Keep her away," Aunt Sarah cried.
"Nonsense, she's trying to warn us something," Jim existed, "what is this, old girl? What are you trying to say?"
"This way, this way," Teresa cried, opening Junior's door.
Aunt Sarah, Elizabeth and Jim came upstairs. Jim got there first and went inside the room. Lady barked specifically around the curtains. Then Jim had the idea and pulled back the curtains to see the dead rat Tramp had dealt with.
"Darling, Aunt Sarah, come here," Jim cried.
"What is this, Jim," Aunt Sarah asked calmly, but let out a loud, anguished shriek, "A RAT!!"
"The mutt you saw tried to save the child," Teresa explained, "Lady and I tried to warn Aunt Sarah, but she wouldn't listen!"
"That mongrel," Aunt Sarah sounded guilty. Possibly for the first time in all her life.
"We should thank him," Elizabeth suggested.
Jim and Elizabeth got into their cab with Teresa and Lady in the backseat. They tried to come after a Scottish terrier and a hound dog who were good friends with Lady. The dogcatcher noticed them and let Tramp out to meet with Lady again. Teresa grinned as Lady and Tramp had been reunited.
"I think Lady loves this mutt," Elizabeth remarked.
"Dog love, it's so sweet," Jim added.
"Perhaps you can hold him," Teresa suggested, trying to keep Lady and Tramp back together.
"Well, I don't know..." Jim rubbed the back of his neck, anxiously, "this dog saved our baby...why not?"
"Hurray," Teresa cheered as she hugged the dogs.
"C'mon, it's getting late, we should come back home," Elizabeth said.
The next days of vacation was happy in the Brown house. Teresa had met Lady's friends Jock and Trusty. Lady would join them later, she had spent a lot of time in bed lately. Teresa laughed forcibly from Jock and Trusty's jokes.
"I don't get it," Teresa whispered to Tramp, who now had his own red collar.
"Dog joke," Tramp whispered to her.
"Ah, well, how does it feel to have a real home?"
"Pretty good actually, you people aren't that bad after a while instead of a different house every week."
"Well, I'm glad you're happy," Teresa petted Tramp and ruffled up his fur.
"Hey, stop this," Tramp growled and laughed. Then he bounced back, wagging his tail, willing to pounce her.
"Don't even think about it, Tramp," Teresa snarled.
"I'll do it, I swear I'll do it," Tramp pounced without warning and licked Teresa all over her face.
"Big canine germs," she coughed and laughed.
"Teresa? Teresa," Elizabeth called frantically from inside the house.
Teresa wiped her face and came inside with Tramp. Elizabeth sounded urgent and deeply concerned where she made it fast.
"What's going on," Teresa asked.
"The puppies are coming," Elizabeth cried.
"Oh, my heavens," Teresa cried and turned to Tramp, "what are we going to do?!"
"It's alright, you can help Jim with the puppies," Elizabeth said.
Teresa nodded. She slipped on Elizabeth's dish washing gloves and went with Tramp to the other room. Lady was howling in pain and crying out in great agony. She was indeed going into Labor Day.
"It'll be fine, Lady, just stay strong," Jim coached.
Lady continued to howl in pain as she felt the cramps of giving puppy birth. Tramp stayed past her side and licked her face to keep her calm. Teresa couldn't believe how fast this was all going. Jim and Teresa tried to keep Lady calm as they were going through the labor pains. Lady wept, but then she felt a lot better once it was over. Jim went to wash the puppies up and Teresa slipped away the gloves.
"That was hard," Lady said hoarsely, "I almost thought I wouldn't make it."
"It's alright, Pidge, you did a good job," Tramp grinned at his mate.
"What did they look like," Lady turned to Teresa.
"Three girls like you and a boy like Tramp," Teresa replied.
"Oh, three beautiful girls....." Lady whispered with a tear in her eye.
"They have their mother's eyes," Teresa added, wiping her tear.
"A boy of my own," Tramp sniffled, "I never thought I'd be a father, but I don't think I need to say that anymore."
"And Junior has little playmates," Teresa added, "what are you going to call them?"
"Well, the boy should be called Scamp," Tramp suggested, "Scamp, son of the Tramp!"
Teresa laughed at that little rhyme. "Not bad."
"You know, my mother's name was Collette," Lady suggested.
"That's a nice name for a cocker spaniel, my mother's name was either Danielle and Annette..." Tramp tried to remember.
"Scamp, Collette, Danielle, Annette..." Teresa said their names together, feeling they were perfect names for the puppies.
Lady and Tramp grinned.
"What beautiful names, I'm sure they'll be great puppies," Lady grinned.
A little while later, Lady continued to rest in the living room while her puppies got some milk. Tramp was deeply touched that he was now a father. He yet couldn't believe it, but wherever he saw Scamp play around with Junior, he always said to himself; yes, that's my boy. Teresa pulled out her camera and snapped a picture by all of them together for her adventure scrapbook. She was sure they lived happily ever after and couldn't wait to go home to warn her friends and family about her dog sitting/babysitting adventure.
Executive ProducersDENNIS DESHAZERSHERYL STAMPS LEACH
Senior ProducerJIM ROWLEY
ProducersJEFF GITTLEMARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB
DirectorBRUCE DECK
WriterMARK S. BERNTHAL
Production DesignerJESS NELSON
Musical DirectorBOB SINGLETON
Lyricists/ComposersSTEPHEN BATES BALTESLORY LAZARUS
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Cast:Voice of Barney... BOB WESTBarney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNERVoice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERSVoice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, IITosha... HOPE CERVANTESStella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICEROJason... KURT DYKHUIZENKathy... LAUREN KINGJuan... MICHAEL KROST
Cast:Carlos... COREY LOPEZMin... PIA MANALOJulie... SUSANNAH WETZELPuppeteer... RAY HENRYVoice of Beauregard... BRICE ARMSTRONG
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Stage ManagerTERRIE DAVIS MANNING
Lighting DesignerSTEVEN BRILL
EditorMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID M. BOOTHE
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA O. ALBERTSON
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
Video EngineerWAYNE COOK
Camera OperatorsLARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMANTOM COX BRUCE HARMON
Production AudioRONALD G. BALENTINE
Boom OperatorsJAMES JOHNSONDAVID SMITH
Lighting DirectorCASEY COOK
Key GripsBUZ CANNONSTEVE RITCHEY
Lighting Board OperatorTODD DAVIS
Grip/ElectricJAMES EDWARDS
Construction SupervisorCHARLES BAILEY
Craft Shop SupervisorRAY HENRY
Art/Craft CoordinatorAMY ATHERTON
Set DresserAGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS
DraftspersonCHRISTOPHER MCCRAY
Craft/Prop ArtistMARK BROGAN
Props/Special EffectsDAVID COBB
CarpentersTY M. BURNSDANNY SMITH
Scenic PainterE. (BILL) SLETTE
Swing CrewCARMELO GOMEZ
Costume Shop ManagerGEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST
Costume TechnicianD.J. SEGLER
Costume SewingNATALIE SERGI-SAARISUSIE THENNES
Make-Up DesignerJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Hair StylistDEBRA HERTEL HAEFLING
Costume/Wardrobe AssistantsBRIAN N. BLEVINSJANET BUSH
Field ProducerSANDY JANTZEN
Post VideotapeDUDLEY ASAFF
Dialogue EditorDENICE CROWELL
Post Production AudioCRAIG CHASTAIN
Production Office ManagerSUE SHINN
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Production CoordinatorsJULIE HUTCHINGSKELLY MAHER
Production AccountantDEBBIE COTTLE
Production SecretaryAUSTIN GRAY
Asst. to Performance DirectorDAVID VOSS
Production AssistantJOEL ZOCH
Barney Music DepartmentJILL HANCE CHARLES KINGJONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH
For Singleton Productions, Inc.KEITH DAVENPORT LARRY HARONMIKE PIETZSCH
Educational Research StaffPATSY J. ROBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed.KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed.JOY STARR
Children's TeacherSANDRA GILPIN
Children's SupervisorMARY EVANS
Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends®were originally developed by Sheryl Leach,Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.
Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help fromSingleton Productions, Inc.
"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)
Special Thanks toTom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital ImagingRagu
Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J.Costumes byIRENE COREY DESIGNASSOCIATES
Produced byTHE LYONS GROUP ANDCONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutives in ChargeLARRY RIFKINSHARON BLAIR
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
BARNEY & FRIENDS • Going Places!Copyright 1955 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.