"This is great. This is living. I never get to do this at home. Whoo-hoo! After I pass my next test l'm gonna be the best junkyard dog there ever was!" Scamp shouts as he plays in a water puddle.

"I don't think so doll. You may be good... but you'll never be as good as the master." Ruby says as Scamp looks at her.

"Ah here we go." Buster says annoyedly.

"Ruby's right carnsarnit. In my day there was only one stray by which all dogs was measured." Sparky says.

"The Tramp." Everyone says in union.

"Huh? What?" Scamp asks confusedly.

"The Tramp. Haven't you ever heard about him Scamp?" Alexis asks.

"He taught Buster everything there is to know about being on the streets okay?" Mooch asks.

"Buster's trouble was Tramp's trouble." Ruby says.

"And Tramp's trouble was Buster's trouble okay?" Mooch asks.

"That dog was a prize. The one that got away. Got away from me at least." Ruby says.

"Got away with everything! I heard he once stole an entire meat wagon okay? Yeah and then the dog catcher chased him all the way to the river." Mooch says happily.

"No sir. It was dog catchers." Sparky says as he comes over.

"Uh how many?" Scamp asks.

"At least a dozen. Two dozen. Now that I think about it the police and the army cavalry... were after the boy as well. He was trapped. But if the Tramp was gonna go... he was gonna go in style. So what happened? We never saw him again after that. They say when the wind blows... you can still hear the Tramp howl." Sparky says as Alexis smiles at him telling the story.

"Wow." Scamp says in amazement.

"All right. All right. That is not what happened. He met this girl see? Queen of a kennel club set. Even her prissy little name... still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Lady." Buster says as he goes over to Scamp.

"But he met his true love." Angel says.

"What's so wrong about that?" Alexis asks.

"He betrayed me! You can't have a family and still be a junkyard dog. So I gave Tramp a choice. It's either me or her. And he picked life on the end of a chain. Hooked up with a real powder puff. Sleepin' on carpets. Free room and board! Livin' the cushy pillow life! And that's when I learned the first rule about being a junkyard dog. Buster's trouble is Buster's trouble. Hey! Hey, hey, hey! The Tramp used to scratch like that. You ain't related are ya?" Buster asks as he sees Scamp scratch.

"Who me? No way!" Scamp says nervously.

"Good. 'Cause if you were you'd be kibble." Buster says as he bites a stick in half.

"Right Buster." Scamp says nervously before the group leaves.