Lady And The Tramp 2 alternate ending

Part 4 of 10

Before he could say anything about it, he saw a golden white Pomeranian/Chihuahua cross breed walk out from behind the trash can, tears coming from her eyes as well. 'So this is Angel,' Tramp thought, a smile appearing on his face, 'seems my son made a good choice in coming here. The question is- what do you really think about all of this?' He looked back down at his son, before picking Scamp's head up with his paw. "Son," he explained, his tone serious, yet understanding, "I think you need to talk to Angel about this."

Confused, the still distraught pup tilted his head. Tramp pointed his head towards the young Pomeranian, prompting Scamp to turn his head at once. When he did, Scamp could see the also tearful Angel, who walked up to the pup.

"Scamp," she asked, sniffing with utter glee, "do you truly mean that?" Scamp, unable to get his words together as he approached her, nodded. "Oh, tenderfoot! You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say something like that. I love you too!" She lunged at him, tumbling with him as they hit a trash can, her on top of him. She rubbed her head with his, his head rubbing hers back, before she licked his lips in a true expression of passion. Tramp, seeing this, felt his heart melt. However, this heart warming moment came to an abrupt end.

"Well, well, well," they heard a voice say, Scamp and Angel breaking the kiss, "what do we have here?" Buster, the Doberman leader of the Junkyard Dogs, walked into the alley, followed by Francoise, Ruby, Sparky, Mooch and Scratchy. "And I thought you were my girl, Angelcakes."