Lady And The Tramp 2 alternate ending

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Scamp ran through the streets and alley ways, doing all he could to avoid his father and the dog catcher. He couldn't afford to face his father after stealing the turkey and he knew that he would never become a Junkyard Dog. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, the grey terrier pup running into another alley. He could hear the dog catcher shout something, before he hid behind a box. When he looked out from his cover, he could hear nobody coming his way and he didn't see the dog catcher or Tramp.

"Slick move," he sighed, relieved, "lost him."

As he tried to leave, he heard a voice say "Don't bet on it." The hairs on the back of Scamp's neck stood up as he saw his father walk into the alleyway, looking angry. In a last ditch effort, Scamp turned around and tried to open the fence. He jumped, trying to knock the bolt out of place, but he couldn't jump high enough. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," his father said, his tone now more calming, "hey, slow down there, Whirlwind."

"I'm not going home," Scamp barked at Tramp, standing his ground, "you can't make me!"

"I know, I know," Tramp replied, his tone not changing as he approached his son, "I just want to talk. So, um, how you doin' out here?"

"It's great, dad," he answered, really excited, "the Junkyard Dogs have taught me all their tricks. I go wherever I want, do whatever I please." He sounded proud, yet troubled at the same time as he jumped onto a crate. "No chains, no fences," he carried on, before his father interrupted.

"No regard for someone else's lunch?" Tramp spoke, angrier than before.

"It's every dog for himself out here," Scamp retorted, jumping off the crate, "but then, you know all about that, don't you? You make the rules, Dad, but you didn't have to follow them when you were my age. You, erm," he was going to contradict his father further, but he lost his focus. His words became tangled and his mind drifted elsewhere. "You... urgh!" He realized that what he was thinking of saying would only make things harder for him, so he realized he had to stop lying to himself. With a sigh, Scamp looked down at his feet. "I get it, dad," Scamp accepted, somewhat ashamed. "I know this isn't right, but... I kind of have to do this. You'd understand if you knew what's happened whilst I've been out here, so just trust me. It's my only choice."

"No, it isn't, son," Tramp replied, rubbing his son's back with his paw, "you can come back home and stay with your family, just like before. Everyone misses you at home. All we want is for you to be back with your family."

"It's not that simple, Pop," Scamp argued, unsure how to go about this. Should he just come out with it or just bend the truth a bit? The number of thoughts in his head were giving him a headache, so he groaned. Then, quicker than the train that almost hit him, a memory came to his head. "Buster told me about how you left this life to be with Mom."

"I bet he said it as if I betrayed them," Tramp suggested, scoffing as he thought of what Buster may have said, "I enjoyed the wild life, but when I met your mother, it didn't seem important anymore. I realized that there was something more important to life. And that's love. I know you'll see that one day. Now, come on." Tramp started to leave the alley way, but when he realized Scamp wasn't following, he turned around and stopped. He could see that his son was troubled and needed to say something. "What's the matter? Whirlwind, I can tell something is bothering you, so just talk to me about it."