Your muse has returned! But I am a failure. You should despise me. Oh, stop being such a...

Cruella: Your muse has returned! Lars: But I am a failure. You should despise me. Cruella: Oh, stop being such a wet blanket and come see what I've brought for you. Lars: A gift... For me? How very "Christmas morning with the twinkle lights" of you. Cruella: A gift of inspiration! Lars: Well, of course. These are only [pulls out dalmatian puppy] Lars: just about the most adorable little puppies... I've ever seen in my whole life! Look at these cute little darlings! Oh, a fuzzy wuzzy little puppy poo! Poo-poo. Little puppy poo. Did you see that? Did you see that? He gave me a widdle kissy! I'm gonna kiss him back. Jasper: [to Horace about Lars] He's having a wobbly. Lars: And you mean for me to do a painting of them, don't you? That's an absolutely lovely idea! It makes me smile a lot. Cruella: [to Horace and Jasper] "Painting of them," he says. No, no, no, darling. I don't want you to make art of the puppies. I want you to make art with the puppies. Use their coats as canvases. Create a masterpiece in a new medium. Together you and I will stun the art world...... with our ruthless originality! Lars: But that means [horrified] Lars: How could you do such a thing to the cute little puppies? Jasper: Poison them Horace: Drown them. Cruella: Bash them in the head Lars: I may be eccentric, but I am not... A SICKO! Cruella: [angered] What? Lars: You'll not hurt one spot...... on these innocent little creatures' heads! Not as long as I have anything to say about it! [Gets tied up and gagged upside down] Cruella: I thought you were a man of vision someone who understood my passions who understood the complexity that is Cruella! Does no one get the point? Oh, Lars, you're such a disappointment. Oh, well. If I can't have a masterpiece... at least I'll finally have a fabulous Dalmatian coat. That's almost as good. Don't you agree?

Your muse has returned! But I am a failure. You should despise me. Stop being such a wet blanket and come see what I've brought for you! A gift? For me? How very Christmas morning with the twinkle lights of you. The gift of inspiration! Well, of course, these are only just about the most adorable little puppies I've ever seen in my whole life! Look at these cute little darlings! Fuzzy wuzzy little puppy poo. Poo poo, little puppy poo. Did you see that? Did you see that? He gave me a little kissy! I'm going to kiss him back now. He's having a wobbly. And you mean for me to do a painting of them, don't you? That's an absolutely lovely idea! It makes me smile a lot. "Painting of them," he says. No, no, no, darling. I don't want you to make art of the puppies. I want you to make art with the puppies. Use their coats as canvases. Create a masterpiece in a new medium. Together, you and I will stun the art world with our ruthless originality! But that means... How could you do such a thing to the cute little puppies? - Poison them. - Drown them. Bash them in the head! I may be eccentric, but I am not a sicko! - What? - And you'll not hurt one spot on these innocent little creatures' heads, not as long as I have anything to say about it! I thought you were a man of vision, someone who understood my passions, who understood the complexity that is Cruella! Does no one get the point? Lars, you're such a disappointment. Well, if I can't have a masterpiece, at least I'll finally have a fabulous Dalmatian coat. That's almost as good, don't you agree? What's gotten into you, girl? Kidnapped? How many? Uh-huh... Wretched dogs. Oh! Steady, lads! I just can't understand it. We've been out here doing hero stuff all day and none of these London photographers seem to care. Why do you want photographers around? Kid. Look, I got something to tell you. Something I guess I should've told you a long time ago. I don't know how to say this, but the truth is... Thunderbolt, listen! There's an emergency! Sounds like a kidnapping! Being held in a warehouse, a devil woman, 101 Dalmatians. Hey, what a coincidence! You come from a family of101, too! Wait, what's the matter, kid? That is my family. Cruella must have them again! - Cruella? - The devil woman! She's the one who kidnapped us before.