Pongo and Perdita didn't stop running until they reached the bar, where they were happily reunited with their newly-found puppies.
"Everybody here?" asked Pongo. "All fifteen?"
"Twice that many, Dad." said Patch. "Now there's ninety-nine of us!"
Pongo was surprised when he heard what Patch said.
"What? Nine...nine...ninety-nine?"
He turned to see that there were more than their fifteen puppies.
"But where did they all come from?" asked Pongo.
"What on earth would she want with so many?" added Perdita.
"She's gonna make coats of us." said one of the collarless Dalmatian puppies.
Perdita was horrified with what she heard. "She couldn't!"
"That's right." said Sergeant Tibbs. "Dog-skin coats."
"Oh, dog-skin coats." scoffed the Colonel. "Oh, come now, Tibbs."
"But...but...but it's...it's true, sir." assured Sergeant Tibbs.
"Horace and Jasper are gonna pop us off and...and...and skin us!" explained Patch.
"She's a devil, a...a witch!" exclaimed Perdita. "Oh, what'll we do?"
"We have to get back to London somehow." said Pongo.
"What about the others?" asked Patch. "What'll they do?"
Pongo looked back at the collarless Dalmatian puppies and realized he and his family couldn't leave them here to die in Cruella's clutches.
"Well, then, we'll take them home with us. All of them." he finally declared. "Our pets would never turn them out."
The collarless puppies wagged their tails in excitement, which was short-lived when Captain snorted out. "Colonel, sir! Lights on the road. It's a truck headin' this way."
Sergerant Tibbs gasped. "It's the Baduns, Horace and Jasper! The...the...the...they're following our tracks!"
"Well, we've got 'em outnumberd, Tibbs." said the Colonel. "Now when I give the signal, we attack."
"Colonel, sir." said Sergeant Tibbs. "Uh, I'm afraid that would be disastrous."
The Colonel cleared his throat. "Oh, oh, you think so?"
"He's right, Colonel." said Pongo. "We better run for it."
"Out the back way and across the pasture." advised Sergeant Tibbs.
"Thank you, Sergeant, Colonel, Captain." said Pongo.
"Bless you all." agreed Perdita.
"How can we ever repay you?" asked Pongo.
The Colonel cleared his thorat again. "Oh, nothing at all. All in the line of duty."
Sergeant Tibbs sighed. "That's right, sir. Routine."
"Better be off." said Captain. "Here they come."
From inside, he could see Jasper and Horace getting off their truck.
"Come on, kids. Hurry." Perdita said to her puppies, who followed out of the barn.
"Good luck, Pongos." Sergeant Tibbs called out.
"Yes, good luck!" The Colonel called out as well. "And never fear! We'll hold 'em off 'til the bitter end!"
Captain whinnied to the Colonel, who hurried out of the barn to hold Jasper and Horace off.
"Now, what's this?" said Jasper as he swung his fire poker at the Colonel. "Get out of my way, ya barkin' haystack or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!"
The Colonel kept barking at Jasper and Horace as the last of the Dalmatians slipped out of the barn.
Finally, Jasper and Horace forced their way into the barn while the Colonel kept barking at them.
"Well, they ain't in here, Jasper." said Horace.
"Nah, they're hiding in the hay." assumed Jasper. "Here, give me a match. We'll burn 'em out."
While he and Horace weren't looking, Sergeant Tibbs knew he had to stop them and fast.
"Ready, Captain?" he whispered to the horse, who lifted his back left hoof. "Aim...fire one!"
Captain kicked Jasper in the butt, sending him flying towards the wall.
"Fire two!" whispered Sergeant Tibbs.
Then, Horace was kicked in the butt, hurtling towards the same predicament as Jasper, where they found the Dalmatians' tracks.
"Hey, there they go, the little sneaks!" shouted Jasper. "Come on, Horace, back to the truck. We'll head 'em off in half a mile."
Jasper and Horace followed the Dalmatians' tracks when they stopped at a nearby bridge. They shined their flashlights everywhere but there were no pawprints to be seen. They didn't even know the Dalmatians were hiding under the bridge.
"Ah, they've gotta be around here somewhere." said Jasper.
"Jasper, I've been thinkin'..."
"Now, Horace..."
"But, what if they went down the froze-up creek so's not to leave their tracks?" thought Horace as he shined his flashlight into the frozen river.
"Oh, Horace, you idiot!" said Jasper. "Dogs ain't that smart."
Pongo peeked out of the bridge to see the Baduns' truck drive away.
"All clear, Perdy." he whispered. "All clear."
Perdita cautiously led the Dalmatian puppies out of the bridge and through the frozen water.
"My feet are slippery." said Lucky. "I wish we could walk on the snow."
Pongo chuckled. "No, son. We can't leave tracks."
He then picked up Lucky and joined the rest of his family as they walked into the night.