After the zoo scam, Tramp walked with Cherry and Lady down the street as it was getting dark. They were getting deeper into the suburbs. As the group walked, Lady was telling Tramp about why and how the muzzle fiasco happened since Tramp had a hard time believing people like Lady's owners would do such a thing to her. Lady was talking about Aunt Sarah though.
"But, when she put that horrible muzzle on me..." Lady was about to finish, but she looked like she had seen enough.
"Say no more," Tramp said cooly. "I get the whole picture. Aunts, cats, muzzles. Well, that's what comes of tying yourself down to one family."
"Haven't you a family?" Lady asked.
"One for everyday of the week," Tramp replied. "The point is, none of them have me."
Lady and Cherry paused. They both looked at each other, sharing the same exchange of confusion and looked back at Tramp.
"I'm afraid we don't understand." Lady said after a long-awaited silence.
"It's simple, you see-" Tramp stopped once he got a whiff of something. He sniffed deeply around him. "Something tells me it's suppertime."
Cherry's stomach weakly growled. She held it and had to agree with the street smart mutt on this one.
"You hungry too? I imagine so," Tramp led the girls to an area with several different kinds of foreign food restaurants. One of which, being a house. "Come on, I'll show you what I mean. Now take the Schultzes here. Little Fritzie, that's me, Pidge, makes this Monday home."
"Monday home?" Lady asked.
"Ah, ja!" Tramp replied with a German accent. "Monday is Mama Schultz cooking Wiener schnitzel! Mmm-mmm delicious!"
"That sounds disgusting." Cherry cringed slightly at that food name.
"Now, the O'Briens here is where Little Mike," Tramp continued, now with an Irish accent. "Sure, that's me-again, comes of a Tuesday."
"Of a Tuesday?" Lady asked.
"Begorra and that's when they're havin' that darlin' corn beef," Tramp then spoke normally to Lady. "You see, Pidge, when you're footloose and collar free you take nothing but the best-" Tramp then heard an accordion play in the background.
"Is there a Weird Al concert in town?" Cherry asked, laughing at her inside joke, then grew quiet as the dogs stared blankly at her.
"Hey, Tony's!" Tramp led the girls to an Italian restaurant. "The very special place for a very special occasion."
"Come on, I'm hungry." Cherry whispered to Lady, then went to the front door with the cocker spaniel.
Tramp stood in front of them to keep them from going any further. "No Pidge, this way," Tramp gestured to the alley to get the girls to follow him back there. "I have my own private entrance."
Cherry and Lady followed to the alley with a backdoor. Cherry felt her stomach growl inside her body through the palms of her hands outside as the smells of Italian foods filled in her brain. The irresistible pasta, the zesty tomato sauce, the gooey, creamy cheese. All she wanted to do was get some food, sit, eat, and relax a while. A very, very long while. Tramp scratched the door to get attention and whimpered a bit.
"Just wait one minute, I'ma comin'," an Italian accent was heard from the other side. There came an Italian man, looking to see who was there, but saw no one there, feeling peeved. "What's a matter? Somebody's makin' an April Fool with-"
Tramp barked to make his existence acknowledged.
The man looked down and smiled at Tramp like the mutt was his own pet like Tramp had said with the other people. "Oh, hello Butch!" the man praised.
"Butch?" Cherry asked herself.
"Where are you been so long?" the man comforted Tramp like a loyal pet owner. "Hey, Joe, look who's here!" the man called to the back of his kitchen.
There came a skinnier Italian man with an apron and toque. He must've been the restaurant's chef. "Well, whatya know? It's a Butch!"
The bigger man laughed as he played with Tramp a little bit. Tramp licked him and played around with him like the man was his actual owner, even though he wasn't. "Hey, hey, hey, Joe," the man laughed. "Joe, bring some bones for Butch before he eats me up!"
"Okay, Tony, okay," Joe the chef saluted, then went back into the kitchen. "Bones, a comin' up!"
Tramp then showed Tony, the owner, Lady while Cherry still stayed hidden.
"Huh? Oh, what's this?" Tony looked very surprised. "Hey Joe! Look, Butch, he's got a new girlfriend!"
"Well, son of a gun!" Joe looked, just as surprised as Tony. "He's got a cocker Spanish girl!"
"Hey, she's pretty," Tony smiled at Lady as she smiled back. He even petted her gently as she was friendly and didn't attack him. "Sweet kiddo, Butch. You take Tony's advice and settle down with this-a one, eh?" Tony chuckled.
"This-a one?" Lady raised an eyebrow at Tramp.
"This-a one?" Tramp echoed, then gulped nervously. "Oh, Tony! You know, he's not speak-a English pretty good."
Cherry walked over, as her stomach felt very aggressive tonight.
"Oh, bonjourno," Tony greeted her, then looked at Lady, then back. "Is this your dog?"
"Umm, sure." Cherry replied, slyly.
"Why you out here and not inside with the other people?"
"I wanted to make sure Lady's okay."
"Lady," Tony smiled, proudly. "What a magnifico name for a magnifico girl for Butch. You want spaghetti? I make-a you some! Joe, make spaghetti for this little girl, here!"
Cherry smiled. "Not too many meatballs, now. I don't mind a lot of cheese, though."
"Easy on the meatballs! Heavy on the cheese!" Tony then went to Cherry, grabbing a barrel. "Why don't we set things up for the lovely couple, huh?"
Cherry nodded and helped him flip the barrel over. They both then set a checkered table-cloth over it to make it look romantic for Lady and Tramp.
That was when Joe decided to come in with a plate of bones for Tramp as told earlier. "Here's your bones, Tony!"
"Okay, bones," Tony said easily, then turned to Joe to throw done the platter and scold Joe. "Bones! What's-a matter with you, Joe? I break-a your face! Tonight, Butch, gets-a best in a-house!"
"Okay Tony, you the boss." Joe said nervously. He then handed a menu and went back into the kitchen to finish Cherry's spaghetti.
Tony took the menu and placed it in front of the dogs as if to take their order. "Now, tell me, what's your pleasure? A la carte? Dinner?"
Tramp and Lady took a look and saw the spaghetti. Tramp looked at Tony and barked his order in dog language.
"Aha, okay!" Tony called back to Joe. "Hey, Joe! Butch, he wants-a spaghetti especialie too! Heavy on the meatball-a."
"Tony, dogs don't talk." Joe insisted as he finished a plate for Cherry with a cheesy breadstick.
"He's-a talkin' to me!" Tony said, sounding irritated and vengeful.
"Okay, he's-a talkin' to you," Joe said as he gave Cherry her plate of spaghetti, then went back to get a plate for Lady and Tramp. "You the boss! Mama Mia..."
Cherry couldn't help but giggle at Joe and Tony's antics as she put boxes together to make her own table and eat comfortably.
Joe splatted some spaghetti for Lady and Tramp, mumbling to himself. Probably about Tony's demands. Lady, Tramp and Cherry were all about to eat, but then Tony came in with his accordion to the lovely dog couple. The group then went to eat. Cherry did her own eating as Lady and Tramp slurped some of their noodles together. Cherry had to stop at one moment as it looked sweet once Lady and Tramp were slurping the same noodle without realizing it. Lady and Tramp then slurped their noodle and it ended up in an old-fashioned spaghetti kiss. They backed their heads away sheepishly. Tramp then pushed a separate meatball to Lady, making her smile and they looked into each other's eyes. Even though they were dogs, this was very romantic.
After dinner, Cherry was eating a Styrofoam cup filled with vanilla ice cream with strawberry sauce and sprinkles. Tony and Joe let dinner on them to cover Cherry's bill so she wouldn't be forced into paying. It was very dark as Cherry went with the dogs. Lady and Tramp looked as though they had fallen in deep love as they passed a love heart with initials on it. Cherry smiled at them and decided to give the love dogs some privacy for the evening.
Cherry looked around for a place for them to all sleep. She spotted a little shack that looked actually pretty comfortable for her. There was a bed there with some indoor plumbing to make her comfortable enough to stay. Cherry went in after Lady and Tramp spent their private evening together. The 10-year-old girl just wondered what they were going to do next, since she and Lady were very far away from home.