Lady And The Tramp 2 alternate ending

Part 3 of 10

"We just walked around for the rest of the night," Scamp carried on, "going through the park, messing about with fireflies, walking past the heart you and Mom made in the cement. Then, we head to Tony's for a meal. We shared a great plateful of spaghetti, which only lasted a few seconds. After that, we just walked around, just us."

"Sounds just like the first night I spent with your mother," Tramp interrupted, reminiscing his first date with Lady. Then, he remembered something else. "You didn't, per chance, come by the house, did ya?" Tramp asked, standing up again. "Because I could have sworn I caught your scent in a bush last night." He had a stern look in his eye about that, but Scamp could tell that wasn't how he truly felt.

"Yeah, we hid in there as soon as we saw ya," Scamp confessed, "then we saw how much you really missed me and she judged me for not wanting to stay with you." A tear formed in his eye. "She always wanted a family who wouldn't kick her out, unlike her last five families." The tears started to rush from his eyes, his emotions getting the better of him. "And it was kind of at that point that she made me realize... what I- what I would have been... giving up..."

At that point, Scamp couldn't hold it in anymore. "Dad, I'm sorry I ran away!" He shouted, brushing up against his father's leg. "I want to come back, but I can't leave her. I love her and will do anything to be with her, but I know she'll just hate me if I d-don't go back. I either lose t-the one I love o-or make her hate me forever. I-I don't know what to do!" He laid down, the tears still flooding onto Tramp's paws.

Shocked at this outburst, the former 'top dog of the streets' was found speechless, staring at his distraught son with open jaw and wide eyes. Never in all of his life had he seen any dog break down into tears, even less his own son. The only emotions he'd heard his son let out before were anger for not being allowed to break the rules; he'd never even heard Scamp talk about anything deep like this.

'Is this really Scamp that's crying at my feet?' he thought, his disbelief wider than ever thought. 'This whole situation has really gotten to him. This girl has captured his heart and now, he doesn't know whether to abandon her and be miserable without her, or stay with her and go against what she wants him to do, making her mad at him forever and him miserable, so, either way, his heart will be broken. What should I tell him? Do I tell him to run away and go after the girl? Do I tell him to come home, forcing them to be separated?'