Editing Ash's Adventures of Lady and the Tramp/Transcript (section)

=== Entering the zoo/Help from the beaver ===
Tramp: Well, here we are.

Lady: The zoo?

Tramp: Sure! No, no, this way. Follow me.

Lady: Oh!

Tramp: What's the matter Pige?

Lady: We can't go in?

Tramp: Why not?

Lady: Well, the sign says "We can read! No dogs allowed!"

Tramp: Yeah, well, well that's... That's the angle.

Lady: Angle?

Tramp: Look, we'll just wait for the right.. Uh-oh. Here we are now. Just lay low. 

''(A typical English man goes out to the zoo and Tramp receives him as his master attracting the policeman attention on him)''

Policeman: Hey you!

Professor: Uh, I beg your pardon. Were you addressing me?

Policeman: What's the matter? Can't you read?!

Professor: Well, yes, several languages.

Policeman: Oh, a wise guy, eh? All right, now, what's this creature doing here?!

(Tramp growls and growls angrily at the Policeman.)

Professor: He's not my dog. (Tramp jumps into Professor's arms and licks his face which annoys him)

Policeman: Oh, he's not, eh?

Professor: (annoyed) Let go! Go away! Get down! Go on! (pushes Tramp off) Why, certainly not, officer.

(Tramp picks up the book and the annoyed professor snatched it.)

Policeman: Aye, I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was the dog that was whistling, eh?

Professor: I'm certain I don't know.

Policeman: Oh, so, I'm a liar now, am I?! Will you listen to me?! (Tramp tugs onto the professor's suit which caused it to rip off) Aha! Resisting an officer of the law! Oh, you going to pay! (Tramp bites him on the rear end) Oww! Pull a knife on me, will you?! Trying to assassinate me, you are! Carrying a concealed weapons!

''[the zoo security guard's and the professor's fight makes some nearby elephants, lions, and giraffes think the zoo security guard and the professor both have gone crazy, as they watch the fight from their exhibits]''

'''Tramp:''' ''[continues barking, then to Lady]'' Come on, Pidge. The place is ours. 

''[he enters the zoo with Lady, as the zoo security guard and the professor continue fighting]''

'''Tramp:''' We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.

''[one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at the two dogs, while the other two both look at the audience]''

'''Tramp:''' They wouldn't understand.

'''Lady:''' They wouldn't?

'''Tramp:''' Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! ''[to an alligator about the muzzle]'' Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?

'''Al the Alligator:''' Glad to oblige. ''[Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]''

'''Tramp:''' '''''Whoa, WHOA!''''' ''[An alligator nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second and the hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp]'' Huh! If anybody ever needed the muzzle is here.

'''Beaver:''' ''[off-screen]'' '''''TIMBER!'''''

'''Tramp:''' Hey, Pigeon! Look out! ''[the tree falls over close to the two dogs]'' Now, what fur-brains idiot would-? ''[notices a beaver chewing on the tree]'' Hey, look! It's a beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!

'''Ash''': Are you sure this is gonna work?

'''Beaver:''' ''[inspects the tree]'' Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.

'''Tramp:''' Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us the little...

'''Beaver:''' Busy, sonny! Busy! You wanna take to gossip now. ''[tries to push the tree]'' Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swampy river.

'''Tramp:''' Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.

'''Beaver:''' Only the second!? L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?! ''[points to his unfinished dam]''

'''Tramp''': Yeah, but...

'''Beaver:''' Gotta get this log movin' sonny. Gotta get it movin' That the cuttin' takes the time. It's the doggone haulin.

'''Tramp''': The haulin. Exactly. Now, what you need is...

'''Beaver:''' Better bisect this section here.

'''Tramp:''' What you need is a log puller. (then noticed the beaver was gnawing again, raising his voice) I SAID A LOG PULLER!!

(The beaver blinked rapidly and scratched the inside of his ear.)

'''Beaver''': I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... (notices what Tramp told him) Did you say log puller?

'''Tramp''': And, by a lucky coincidence, you see before you modelled by the lovely little lady, (stepped aside to show the beaver Lady still trapped like he was a game show host offering prizes) the new improved, patented, handy dandy, never fail, little giant long puller. The busy beaver's friend.

'''Beaver''': You don't say!

'''Tramp''': Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around sister and show the customer the merchandise. 

(Lady showed the beaver, trying to model. She really wanted this to be over with.)

'''Tramp''': And it cuts logs hauling time 66%.

'''Beaver''': 66%, eh? ''(chuckles)'' Think of that! Well, how's it work?

'''Tramp''': Why, it's no work at all. You merely slip this ring over the limb, like this, and haul it off.

'''Beaver''': Say you mind if I slip it on for size.

'''Tramp''': Help yourself, friend!

'''Beaver''': Okay, don't mind if I do. How do you get the concerned thing off, sonny?

'''Tramp''': Glad you brought that up, friend. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.

'''Beaver''': Like this?

'''Tramp''': Correct friend. Now, bite hard! Ya see?

(The beaver nodded and bit hard. It was so hard, the muzzle was finally off, freeing Lady.)

(Lady brushed her nose and smiled)

'''Lady''': It's off!

'''Ash Ketchum''': Well, what do you know?

'''Beaver''': Say, that is simple.

'''Tramp''': Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...

(Tramp was about to walk off with the heroes)

'''Beaver''': Uh-uh-uh, not so fast now, sonny. I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.

'''Tramp''': Oh no, it's all yours, friend. You can keep it.

'''Beaver''': Uh. I can huh? I can?

'''Lady''': Uh-huh, it's a free sample.

(Tramp looks at Lady, feeling victorious and glad they helped him sell the muzzle leash to the beaver.)

'''Beaver''': Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... 

(The dogs and heroes 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!)

'''Beaver''': Say! It works swell!