Lady And The Tramp 2 alternate ending

Part 9 of 10

She whimpered as she lay down beside him. She saw tears in Tramp's eyes as he nudged his son on the back, trying to wake him up. When he didn't move, Tramp and Angel both looked down at their feet before they heard a faint voice.

"I'm not going anywhere," Scamp uttered as he slowly got up and opened his eyes. When he did this, he saw Angel smile as he rubbed his head against hers. "So, Angel, you were... 'worried?'"

Angel, remembering when he had said that before, scoffed as she pushed him away lightly. "There's no need for that," she smirked, "I'm just glad you're back."

"Come on, you two," Tramp interrupted, "let's go home." He led them out of the pound and on their way home.

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As they finally got home, the sun had finally set. When they arrived, like Tramp had said, Lady was lying on the porch, wondering where Tramp was. Scamp and Angel hid behind the fence whilst Tramp walked up to Lady. Seeing him walk towards her, but not the pups, her heart sank as she walked up to Tramp, rubbing her head with his.

"Oh, Tramp," she worried, "where could he be? It's been a couple of days now and we haven't seen him since he attacked the picnic. I'm wondering when he'll come home."

"Well," Tramp replied, nonchalantly, "that depends."

Confused, Lady backed off a bit and tilted her head, scrunching up an eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

"Come with me a sec," he led her onto the porch, where they sat on the swinging bench, "I want to talk to you about something. Are Jim Dear and Darling inside?"

"Yes, Tramp. What is it?" she asked, getting a bit impatient as she got onto the bench. "And what does it have to do with Scamp?"

"How would you feel about adding a new member to the family?" he asked her, looking into her eyes.

"Okay, Tramp," she snapped a little, her impatience getting the better of her, "you've got one chance to explain yourself. Otherwise, you might have to see the vet for a... 'special visit'." Although it made him cringe, he shrugged it off.

"Remember how I told you," he reminisced a little, "that before I met you, I was with the Junkyard Dogs?"

"Yes, but what-'' she realized what he was trying to say and gasped. "You mean, h-he's one of them?"

"He was," Tramp explained, "but he isn't anymore. It seems, though, that joining them was a smart move of his." He sighed, which made Lady a little more nervous. Looking up at the stars, he remembered when he met Lady. "I remember the time we walked through the park after we had that meal at Tony's, our first date. It was such a magical night."

"Yes it was," she agreed, reminiscing that night, before shrugging it off, "but what about SCAMP?!"

"I was just getting there," he chuckled a little, "if you'll let me finish." She calmed down, allowing him to continue. "It seems that our son has had a night like that too."