(The movie opens in London, England.)
Pongo: (narrating) It seems like such a short time ago that my pet and I were just lazing about in our little London flat, living the humdrum bachelor life, and wishing things weren't so very, very dull.
In the house, Roger set a box down on top of his piano, playing some more keys.
Pongo: (Narrating) Oh, that's my pet, Roger. My name's Pongo. You remember, I'm the one with the spots.
Then the box sprung open with two of the 99 pups barking happily.
Roger: Oh, goodness!
He chuckled as he took one of the pups out of the box.
Pongo: No, no, not that one. (as the second pup falls out of the box) Or that one.
The father dalmatian, the one narrating, gasped as he quickly caught the pup with his nose.
Pongo: Ah, that's me, living my new life as a family man. Never a dull moment. I guess I got my wish.
The pup licked his father's cheek, and many of the other dalmatian pups that were in the room all barked happily. Roger set down the pup he was holding, before whistling a bit, and then playing a couple notes on a trombone he had. Then he turned, and an instrument case popped open with four more pups inside, surprising the man.
Roger: Ahh!
The surprised man still laughed as he picked up one of the four pups, which licked his nose.
Roger: I think I'm seeing spots!
He then gets an idea for a new song.
Roger: Hey, seeing spots!
He set the pup down as he started playing his piano, starting his new song.
Roger: (singing) Spots, I'm seeing spots!
Everywhere, I'm seeing lots,
Of those tiny little dots!
Yes, it's true.
Two pups bounced on a pillow, and some others played near packed pots, with Lucky appearing out of one.
Roger: (singing) They're on the beds and the cots
In the pans and the pots
And they've left little spots in the loo.
Down below, Anita, who was packing for the move, called up to her husband while more of the 99 puppies ran about.
Anita: Roger, are you packing or playing?
Roger: I'm...playing at packing, dear!
Anita: (chuckling) Well, quit fooling around. We're moving first thing in the morning.
She went around, holding the box she had as she placed another picture in there, singing a familiar song.
Anita: (singing) We'll have a Dalmatian plantation
La la-la-la-la la-la-la
Back upstairs, Roger was still singing as he packed a stack of towels in a box, which he was bringing downstairs with Pongo following.
Roger: (singing) I see spots on the walls
In the rooms, in the halls
On the floors, in the drawers, yes, I do
Pongo panted happily, and as his pet sang, more of the pups were playing. Rolly and Spotty were playing tug-of-war with a sock, before the latter pulled it away, winning and sending the tubby pup rolling to three other pups who were stacking themselves up beside one of the boxes. When Rolly knocked them down, the box was also toppled over onto them.
Roger: (singing) And every morning when I rise
And I open up my eyes
I am taken by surprise
Roger continued while trying to make it around the running pups, with one holding a slipper and being chased by their sibling, until they started skidding across the floor.
Roger: (singing) 'Cause instead of seeing skies
I see lots of little spots
The one with the slipper in their mouth tried to stop but crashed into the box, and so did the pursuing sibling. As Roger and Anita packed separately, they sang both songs at the same time.
Anita: (singing) We'll have a Dalmatian plantation
Roger: (singing) Spots, spots, spots!
Anita: (singing) And never again shall we roam
Roger: (singing) Everywhere on the pans and the pots
Roger grabbed Anita by surprise and started dancing with her.
Anita: (singing) Can't wait to begin our sweet living that's in
Roger: (singing) On the walls...
Perdita, looking after her pups, saw her pets dancing and singing, and she smiled. As the two sang, the pups all barked happily.
Both: (singing) Our Dalmatian plantation home
Dalmatian plantation, we're home!
Once the couple was done with their songs, Roger dipped Anita and held her.
Anita: (laughing) Oh, Roger!
The dalmatian parents looked at each other with pride.
Pongo: (narrating) Yes, tomorrow would be moving day. Only one more night in this little flat which was getting smaller by the minute.
Then some of the running puppies leaped onto their father, tackling him. Pongo found himself covered by a bevy of his children crawling over him, but was enjoying it nonetheless.
Pongo: I mean, even I was beginning to feel a bit smothered. Really.
As most of the pups ran and played, one of them in particular, Patch, to be exact, was staring alone in front of the TV, which was not on.
Pongo: It was easy to see how one of our puppies could feel...well, just a little bit lost in this...sea of spots.
The mother dalmatian came beside her son.
Perdita: Hello, Patch!
Patch: Hello, Mother!
Perdita: Watching the television, are we?
Patch: Yes. (scratching his ear) Well, I've got to save my spot, now, don't I? It's the best spot, after all.
Perdita: Ahh, but you know your show doesn't start until after...
Nanny: Dinnertime!
In the kitchen, Nanny poured kibble from the bags in various bowls. The puppies gasped upon hearing the kibble rain down into their bowls. Perdita knew what was to happen at this time.
Perdita: Oh, dear.
Patch: (sees all his siblings stampeding in his direction) Oh, not again!
The unlucky pup caught scooped up by the puppy stampede who excitedly rushed to their dinner, not thinking about Patch, who was unwillingly surfing over them as he yelped.
Patch: Ehh! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Once the sea of raging pups got near the doorway, Patch was knocked off and onto the floor. He saw all his 99 siblings chowing down from their bowls, but they pretty much blocked all ways Patch could use to get to his share of the kibble. As Nanny washed the dishes, Patch tried to get to a bowl of his own.
Patch: (trying to get through two of his siblings) Come on, you guys! Make room!
But he ended up being pushed back.
Patch: Ugh!
As Rolly was eating from one bowl with his belly covering another, the chuckling Nanny scolded him.
Nanny: No, you don't, Mr. Roly-poly. One bowl at a time.
So he sheepishly removed his belly from the second bowl. The eager Patch saw this opportunity and went for the bowl, but Penny and Blackie noticed the bowl, and started to eat out of it together. When they were done, Patch looked and was disappointed not to find so much as a crumb remaining in the bowl. As the other pups scampered away, finished, he tried looking in the remaining bowls for any crumbs but alas, there was none. He spotted the empty Kanine Krunchies bag and rushed over, hoping to find one speck of kibble remaining.
Patch: There must be something in here.
He dived into the bag, and dug every inch of the interior, with one small speck of kibble dropping out. Rolly, who still hadn't left, saw the kibble, but did not acknowledge that Patch was still there (nor did he know he hadn't eaten any kibble yet), so he just helped himself to it and left the room, leaving Patch disappointed.
Roger: (passing by in the hallway) Right! Is everybody ready for the show?
Patch: My spot!
He rushed around the kitchen, but since the bag was on his head, he couldn't find his way while the show's theme song was heard from the living room. He kept hitting each leg of the table.
TV Chorus: (singing) Thunderbo-olt...
He then tripped on a chair's spindel and spun around it.
TV Chorus: (singing) Thunderbo-olt...
The Mighty Thunderbolt Adventure Hour...
Patch: (as he's spinning) Ahhh! Whoa! Heyyy!
Once he stopped spinning, he flew out of the bag, slid across the floor and went into the living room to reclaim his spot. However, to his dismay, all the pups were crowding the TV.
TV Chorus: (singing) "...the one-of-a-kind wonder dog!"
Announcer: Kanine Krunchies, the crunch your dog loves to munch, presents "The Thunderbolt Adventure Hour," starring Thunderbolt, the one-of-a-kind wonder dog!
On the set, the TV show's logo appeared, with an oval featuring the star of the show himself, Thunderbolt, with another oval appearing, featuring a new dog, a corgi named Little Lightning, the sidekick added to show for kids' appeal.
Announcer: And his trusty sidekick, Little Lightning.
We see a recap of the previous episode with a boy named Wholesome Tommy and his parents were saying their prayers at the dinner table when without any warning, a hand reached in through the window and snatched the boy right out from under his parents' noses.
Announcer: In last week's thrilling episode, wholesome Tommy was kidnapped...
In the next scene, Tommy was tied up while on the back of a horse being rode by a familiar outlaw villain.
Wholesome Tommy: Help, Thunderbolt, save me!
Announcer: ...and spirited away by that black-hearted villain: Dirty Dawson!
Next, we see Tommy tied to the end of a canoe that Dirty Dawson was rowing sideways.
Wholesome Tommy: Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!
Announcer: Will our hero arrive in time?
The next thing shown was Tommy tied upside-down to a balloon basket in which Dirty Dawson was sailing in.
Wholesome Tommy: Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!
Announcer: What horrible fate awaits, wholesome Tommy? Oh, I can hardly look!
Patch: Oh, I've seen this one. This is brilliant!
Tommy was now tied to the chimney of a train.
Wholesome Tommy: Help, Thunderbolt! Save me!
The kidnapper put some rope over the boy's mouth as well.
Dirty Dawson: That mangy mutt can't save you this time! (cackles manically).
Patch: (hops on top of one of his siblings) Hold on, Tommy! Thunderbolt's coming!
Then, on cue, Thunderbolt came to the top of the cliff and did his signature bark. Following him came Lightning who tripped along his way up but still made it to his side. Thunderbolt looked for the train and he spotted it coming around the mountain, with Dirty Dawson still laughing manically. Thunderbolt sprang into action as he raced down the mountain to reach the train and Tommy. Patch leaped onto a box where two more of his siblings were, but in the process, the leap knocked them both off.
Both: (randomly) Ahh! Hey!
Patch: This is just like "Double-cross at Dead Man's Ditch," except that was a mine car, not a train.
Both: Shh!
Once Thunderbolt and Lightning reached the train, the former let out his bark, getting the villain's attention as he turned with an angry glare. The German Shepard growled as he neared towards Dirty Dawson, and Patch started imitating his hero. Then Dirty Dawson got out his whip and started whipping at both dogs, who quickly dodged it. He kept cracking the whip as Patch went by Rolly.
Patch: Watch this! Thunder's gonna grab the whip.
Pups: Shhh!
Spotty: Patch, you're gonna spoil it again!
Lightning went to untie Tommy, pulling at the ropes with his teeth while Thunderbolt was busy with Dirty Dawson, who neared the hero as he slipped off the cart and held on to its edge. He looked down, finding himself trapped, and the villain stood over the hero dog with a menacing taunting grin.
Dirty Dawson: They say every dog has his day, but this' ain't gonna be yours, ya flea-bitten cur!
He twirled his whip high above him as he laughs maniacally, with Thunderbolt wondering what he would do now, but then, as luck would have it, he saw another train coming his way, chugging right next to the one he's on. He gets an idea as he smirked to Dirty Dawson, who was confused by the look.
Dirty Dawson: Huh?
The German Shephard leaped from the train to the roof of the next, and then, with great speed, he leaped back onto the first train, but behind Dirty Dawson, surprising the villain. Thunderbolt then grabbed the whip and constricted the villain with it. The villain muffled with part of the whip covering his mouth before the sly Thunderbolt let go of the whip, as Dirty Dawson fell backwards into the roof of the train car, yelling while muffled. The puppies all barked with happiness at Thunderbolt defeating the villain again.
Patch: Whoo-hoo! Yes! Yes!
The grunting villain struggled but then heard an angry mooing voice.
Dirty Dawson: Huh?
He looked up and sure enough, there was an angry bull inside the car, who blew steam at the foe out of his nostrils, blowing his hat off. Outside the car, with a sign saying "Danger: Angry Bull", we hear noises of violence, angry mooing, shouting and screaming as the car itself shook, rattled and jumped up and down.
Dirty Dawson's Voice: This ain't fair! Oww-hoo-hoo! Mama!
Lightning and the untied Tommy were on top of a rock, watching the train leave, and Thunderbolt then came back to the top of the cliff, doing his signature bark. Patch came beside the TV and tried imitating the bark, only for it to have a squeak at the end. This resulted in all the siblings to laugh hysterically.
Penny: What was that supposed to be? (falls back) Heh heh heh heh!
Patch's smile disappeared upon seeing his siblings laughing and ridiculing his bark.
Rolly: It was the most pitiful bark I've heard yet.
Pepper: Yeah, it sounded like someone sat on a squeaky toy!
They continued laughing while Patch gave a glare before it changed to a sad frown of defeat as he climbed back down. Then, on the show, after Tommy was returned to his family, he embraced the hero dog warmly. Patch who was sadly walking away turned around to hear Tommy say one more thing to the hero dog.
Wholesome Tommy: Ahh, Thunderbolt, you're one-of-a-kind!
Patch's eyes beamed at what the boy had said.
Patch: (whispering) Wow! One-of-a-kind!
He smiled widely and cutely, feeling inspired by those words. As an iris closed on Thunderbolt, he gave a wink to the audience. Then once the show was over, it faded to the Kanine Krunchies commercial before Pongo went in front of the TV to speak to his kids.
Pongo: All right, bedtime, everyone.
Pups: Awwww!
Penny: But, Dad, (yawns) we're not sleepy yet.
Anita then called to Nanny upstairs.
Anita: Nanny, do you have the new dog tags?
Nanny: (pulls out bag of tags) Right here. We'll put them on as they come up the stairs.
The pups began to walk away from the TV, when another ad appeared, with the same Kanine Krunchies spokesman speaking.
Kanine Krunchies spokesman: Say, kiddies! Is your dog a one-of-a-kind wonder dog?
This got Patch's attention as he went back to the TV, and eagerly paid attention to this ad.
Kanine Krunchies spokesman: If you think your pooch has what it takes, bring him down to the London set of Thunderbolt's exciting new adventure, "Thunderbolt Versus the Hound of the Baskervilles."
This announcement made Patch wag his tail in excitement.
Patch: Thunderbolt's in London?
Kanine Krunchies spokesman: That's right! Thunderbolt's in London. Just follow a Kanine Krunchies truck down to (motions to empty stage in the park) tomorrow's auditions where one lucky pup will win the opportunity to appear as a guest on the show.
This chance to meet his hero excited Patch very much. He rushed off to ask Pongo for permission.
Patch: Dad! Dad! Dad!
With Pongo, he was counting all his children, one by one, as they climbed up the stairs.
Pongo: 56, 57, 58...
He saw Fidget having trouble on the top staircase as she squirmed.
Pongo: Careful.
He used his snout to help her up before resuming counting.
Pongo: 59, 60, 61, 62... 63, 64...
Patch raced to the nearby sofa, climbed on top of it and spoke eagerly to his dad.
Patch: Dad! Dad! I have to see Thunderbolt!
Pongo: J-J-Just a minute, son. I'm counting.
Patch: But, Dad! 67, 68, 69...
Patch: I've seen every episode... all 72.
Pongo: 72, 73... 2? Uh...(chuckles) Not now, Patch. I'm busy losing count here! 76, 77, 78, 79...
He then tried climbing upstairs to get his dad's attention.
Patch: But, Dad! Dad! (gets knocked back by his siblings) Whoa!
Pongo: 81, 82, 83...
Patch then took a tumble down the stairs.
Pongo: Oh, dear. (goes down stairs and counts remaining pups) Uh, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, and Patch, 105. 105? (to Patch) Are you all right, son?
Patch: Dad, I've just got to see Thunderbolt tomorrow.
Pongo: Yes, I know, but tomorrow is moving day. You're going to love it on the farm, son. There are big green fields and a stream and a barn and lots of different animals. (smirks) Hey, maybe you and I can chase some chickens, huh?
Patch: (tries to smile) Uh, sure, Dad, but...
Then Nanny scooped up Patch and gave him his new golden tag with their new address on it.
Nanny: Here we go! "Cherry Tree Farm, Little Tichfield, Devon." Hmm. (brings him up stairs) Why, I imagine it's the most splendid farm in the whole country.
Patch seemed miserable as Nanny took him up. Pongo then spoke to Perdita.
Pongo: Oh, Perdy, the farm will be such a wonderful place to raise our puppies.
Perdita: And best of all, we'll be miles away from that evil, ugly monster...
Cruella: Cruella de Vil!
Where she was, she was trying to get into a fur shop, but the owner, Mr. Fenwick closed the door on her, but she struggled to get in.
Cruella: Now, please let me in!
Mr. Fenwick fought back, holding the door back as best as he could.
Mr. Fenwick: I can't do that, Miss De Vil.
Cruella: Mr. Fenwick, please, something, anything.
Mr. Fenwick: You know very well that the terms of your probation...(manages to close the door and then locks it) don't allow me to sell you any more furs.
Cruella: Not even a stole? A muff? (slides down glass of door) A pair of mittens?
Mr. Fenwick: No!
She then peeked through the mail slot with pleading eyes.
Cruella: (cracking voice) One mitten?
Mr. Fenwick: No!
He then pulled down the "Closed" sign as the defeated Cruella weeped a bit while dejectedly walking to her ramsacked car, getting in.
Cruella: Could things possibly be any worse?
She turned the key, and to answer her question, the radio played "Cruella DeVille", much to her fury.
Cruella: (kicking the radio violently) Shut up, shut up, shut up!
The radio then sprang out, officially broken. Cruella sobbed a bit some more as she pulled the stick and started driving her car but normally this time and not like a homicidal maniac. Of course, as she drove down the street, every last part of the vehicle came flying loose, and when she got to the end of the street, there was nothing left but the engine, steering wheel, grill, base, seat, and wheels. After the engine completely died, Cruella broke down sobbing before frustratingly tossing the steering wheel down, getting out and kicking one of the tires, resulting in every remaining part to collapse and smoke to escape. With that, the car was officially no more. She then walked away, sobbing and whimpering some more.
Cruella: What does Cruella de Vil have left to live for?
As she passed an art gallery for fancy aristocrats, she then stopped with a gasp for something inside had caught her eye. She went back to the window, opened the door, and went inside. She was too awestruck to pay attention to the aristocrats and art critics in front of her as she pushed some of them out of the way, causing some to spill their drinks.
Aristocrat: Good grief!
She came face-to-face with what she saw: a huge white board with a big, black painted dot in its center. Then a man came approaching behind her.
Lars: Tell me...what do you see?
Cruella: Everything. Darkness and light, form and content.
Lars: And what else?
Cruella: Chaos and order, joy and pain.
Lars: And there is more than that?
Cruella: The possibility of triumph, the certainty of defeat, (reaches out) the culmination of all I've ever reached for, (tightens fist) but could not grasp! (laughs eagerly) I see everything! I see absolutely everything! I feel faint in the presence of such artistic truth. Where is the artist? I simply must meet him!
Lars: But you already have. (turns and does odd motions) I am Lars, and I am an undiscovered genius.
Cruella: My name is Cruella de Vil, and I'm an overfinanced heiress.
Lars: Your passion for my work both repels (slides up to her, face-to-face) and attracts.
Cruella: Ooh.
Lars: Could you bear the sweet agony of seeing more?
Cruella: You mean there's more?
So he led her to a gallery in the back, and in it, was an assortment of artwork featuring white canvases with black spots. Cruella gasped in excitement as she went around, looking at each one.
Cruella: Spots! Spots! Spots! Spots!
She laughed happily at this gallery.
Lars: I have yet to find anyone who truly understood their bleak but beautiful meaning...(does more motions with his arms) that is until I met you.
Cruella: This could be it! This could be the cure for my craving! My analyst said I should find something to substitute for my magnificent obsession. But who needs furs when I can soothe my tortured soul with art?
Lars: Something tortures you? Tell me what cloud dares cast a shadow on the flower.
As Cruella started explaining, her enormous fur coat brushed the hair of Lars, making it stick up but he combed it back down.
Cruella: Oh, it's a sad but familiar tale of loss and disappointment, probation, and a restraining order. (laughs a bit) But you, you can help Cruella to forget all that. (dramatically) Will you do a painting just for me to ease my pain?
The artist paused as he raised an eyebrow.
Lars: I will create a masterpiece...if you will be my... muse.
Cruella: Ooh. Oh, darling.
She laughed some more.
Back at the Dearlys' soon-to-be former address, all the Dalmatians were asleep in the music room. Most were sleeping in boxes, and others in drawers. One sleep-blew into a trumpet, while another's tail strummed against a bass, and another blew at a music book, turning the pages with the blows. Of course, one pup could not sleep a wink, and that was Patch. He still felt lost in this sea of spots, and frankly, the fact that Rolly was lying next to his head, with the foot sleep-kicking him in the face. Patch got up, sighing, before moving to another spot and trying to fall asleep, but then Freckles snored loudly right next to him, forcing him to cover his ears. Then a drop of saliva was dripping up and down from the mouth of the snoozing Dipstick up above, before it let go and dropped on Patch's head. Patch shook it off in frustration, glaring at Dipstick.
Pongo: (talking in his sleep) 6...7...26... 202.
The pup went under his dad's ear.
Patch: Dad?
Pongo: 97...
Patch: I can't sleep.
Pongo: 98...
Patch: I've been thinking.
Pongo: 90...
Patch: Do you think I'm one-of-a-kind...or just...one of 101?
Pongo: (yawns) 101. That's it. 101.
Patch, misunderstanding his father, was in shock and sadness. He sighed sadly before leaving the room, going downstairs and then into the kitchen. He looked around for a place to sleep. He then spotted the Kanine Krunchies bag inside the closet, and saw Thunderbolt's picture on it. He decided to crawl into the bag and sleep there for the night.
The next morning, the sun was rising slowly as Patch was snoozing when he heard faint barking along with Roger's voice.
Roger: All right, everyone, into the truck!
That fully woke him up in alarm. He realized that his family was leaving. Patch then scrambled around the kitchen, trying to get to the moving truck before everyone left.
Pongo: You're 90, you're 91, you're 92, you're 93, you're 94. Hold it. Wait.
He scrambled around the empty living room and raced toward the window.
Pongo: You're 98, you're 99...you're 100...and you're 101.
Once at the window, he saw his whole family already in the back of the moving truck, with Roger removing the walkway that the dogs climbed up while Pongo was counting his family members again.
Pongo: And you're 101, and you're 101. Hold it. Wait. How many 101s are there? Well, I've successfully lost count again. Right. Anyone not here, speak up.
Patch barked out in distress, but alas, no one heard him. Roger then closed the back of the truck and went to the driver's seat of the truck, to Patch's alarm.
Patch: Oh, no!
He tried to squeeze his way through the open window, to no avail. Then the truck pulled out and away from their former home.
Patch: Wait! Wait for me!
Sadly, still no one heard him and they were already gone.
Patch: Well, that figures. They didn't even miss me.
Then he heard a familiar jingle and saw the Kanine Krunchies truck driving by.
Patch: (smirks) Then I'm not gonna miss them!
Then he squeezed through the open window and was successful this time. He then chased after the Kanine Krunchies truck, before hopping onto the bumper, taking the ride to the auditions for Thunderbolt's show.
As time passed, the moving truck drove through the countryside, as Roger, Anita and Nanny hummed "Dalmatian Plantation" on the way. They were approaching their new home in the country.
Roger: Well, what do you think?
Anita: (hugs Roger) Why, it's splendid!
Once they arrived at their new home, Roger got out and set up the walkway.
Roger: Puppies, welcome to your new home!
Pongo got out first to count his family.
Pongo: Right then. (as two puppies started heading down first) That's 1 and 2 and...
But as he continued, the rest of the puppies (minus a certain one still in London, unbeknownst to anyone) came racing out of the truck, making it hard for the father to count them all.
Pongo: Uh...37, 36, 5, 50, 8, um...minus 2, carry the 3, and, um...(after the puppies were out) 101?
Perdita: Finally, no more counting.
All the puppies present raced across the farm in excitement, ready to explore and see what their new home has to offer. In a pond, a frog heard some barking.
Frog: Huh? Waaa!
One of the pups leaped onto the rock the frog was on, forcing the frog to hop off. Then the pup hopped after the frog from rock to rock until splashing onto a lily pad, missing it. Then, four hens were being chased by four of the pups, before they screamed as they fled from an angry rooster. Another one of the pups was being dragged across the soil as he held onto the cow's tail.
With the humans, they were entering the house, with Roger pushing the piano inside. Anita and Nanny looked concerned about the interior, because it looked very delapidated.
Roger: All this place needs is a proper dusting, a splash of paint, (stops pushing the piano) and it'll be good as new. Now, where do you suppose we'll put the music room?
Then the floorboards under the piano gave way, surprising the three, as it fell through the hole and crashed down below. The three looked through the newly-made hole.
Anita: I think you just found it, darling.
Meanwhile, somewhere in London, in the same park advertised from last night's commercial, a crowd of people, young and old, and their dogs were gathered in front of the stage for the auditions.
Theme Song Chorus: (singing) Thunderbo-olt
Hounding hoodlums with a howl
Bad no-goodniks hear his growl
Patch tried to see the stage but couldn't on account of his short stature and everyone blocking his way. He then found a spot so he can see the stage clearly and was excited.
Theme Song Chorus: (singing) Thunderbo-olt
Desperadoes, cringe in fear...
A man, the producer of the show, appeared on the stage.
Producer: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, pooches and pups of all ages, are you ready?
There was entusiastic clamor from the viewers and dogs alike.
Producer: Desperadoes, cringe in fear. Mighty Thunderbolt is here!
The curtains parted as the German Shephard everyone's gathered here to see leaped out onto the stage, giving his signature bark. The crowd went wild. Patch made his way through the crowd and was excited to see his hero up on stage.
Patch: I don't believe it! It's really him!
Producer: And here's his sidekick extraordinaire, the ever-trusty Little Lightning!
On cue, Thunderbolt's corgi sidekick came sliding on the stage, but slipped and fell over. He came back up, posing by Thunderbolt's side. Then three fangirl dogs, a poodle and two brown dogs, appeared at the end of the stage.
Poodle: Yoo-hoo!
Brown Dog #1: Hello, handsome!
Brown Dog #2: Over here, you gorgeous hunk o' hound.
Lightning saw the girls, thinking they wanted him, and he smiled as he went over to them.
Lightning: Oh, uh, hi, ladies. Nice to meet you.
However, the girls frowned.
Poodle: Oh, no.
Brown Dog #1: We don't want you.
Poodle: Get out of the way. We want...
Thunderbolt: (jumps up in front of them) Thunderbolt!
Dog fangirls: (swooning) Oooh.
Thunderbolt: Sorry, little buddy, but these ladies aren't interested in the sidekick.
Lightning hung his head.
Thunderbolt: They're here to get a big eyeful of...(as the girl dogs started shaking happily) hero!
Dog fangirls: Aaah!
They then started clawing the stage eagerly.
Thunderbolt: Heel, ladies, heel.
The dog fangirls clamoured eagerly as the security guard pulled them away, with the stage clawed, leaving shreddings behind.
Producer: All right, everybody. Line up your dogs for the audition. We need to hear their best heroic bark.
So the auditions started, and one by one, each dog was brought up to give their best bark. The first was a Scottish terrier who resembled Jock (from Lady and the Tramp). The second was a withering old hound dog who barked before howling a big, long howl. The third was a sheepdog. The fourth was a Chihuahua who gave a loud, annoying yip. We then see Thunderbolt with the old hound again still holding his howl, as Thunderbolt looked at his paw like someone would look at their watch (except he has none). Then Collie auditioned next, giving his bark, while Thunderbolt stood right next to him, giving a serious look. The next to audition was a huge Great Dane, ironically named "Tiny", who gave a huge, loud bark, frightening Thunderbolt.
Thunderbolt: V-Very good.
We see Thunderbolt getting a little impatient with the old hound still howling until he stopped.
Thunderbolt: Hey, that's very...(as the hound starts howling again) Oh, there's more!
Patch was on the steps trying to give out his best bark before one of the assistants grabbed him, slid him onto the stage, right next to the TV star. Thunderbolt gave a dashing grin to the pup, who just stood there like a deer in the headlights.
Thunderbolt: (still grinning) Well...go ahead.
Patch: (looks at the crowd) Uh...
Thunderbolt: What's the matter, little fella? Cat got your tongue? (bursts out laughing) Oh, that's funny, 'cause, you see, we're dogs...and we chase cats, so...
Patch gave a nervous look towards the other dogs who auditioned as they were waiting to hear his bark.
Thunderbolt: Ah, well, it made me laugh. (under his breath) Come on, kid, we haven't got all year. You're wasting my valuable limelight.
Patch saw the producer and his assistant getting impatient. So Patch let out the same pathetic squeaky bark from yesterday, and just like his siblings, the people and dogs present all laughed at him, including his hero.
Thunderbolt: Say, who sat on the squeaky toy?
Patch then hung his head in defeat again, and some reporters and photographers came in front of the stage.
Reporter: Hey, Thunderbolt, over here!
Thunderbolt gave his daring grin while Patch . At the park, the theme played on the PA while the producer spoke to the crowd again.
Chorus: (singing) Thunderbo-olt...
Producer: That's it, folks! We'll announce the winner of the audition tomorrow!
With that, everyone began leaving, except for Patch.
Producer: Have a mega-fantabulous day! And remember, buy your pooch lots and lots of tasty Kanine Krunchies!
The producer left, throwing the mike away, but the assistant caught it, though the cord got tangled, causing the theme to distort and some feedback to give out.
Chorus: (singing/distorting) ...only in the night
The assistant frowned before leaving. Patch, the only one left, sat there on the stage, alone and sad that he blew his big chance to prove he's one of a kind.
Patch: Nice work, Patch, just brilliant.