Match the words to the sentences:

Jasper: Hey Horace, there they go!

Colonel: Sergeant? I say, Sergeant?

Sergeant Tibbs: Sorry, sir. No time to explain. Busy, sir.

Jasper: Shut that door Horace! We'll close in on them. That’s enough of this "Ring Around the Rosy".

Perdita: Oh, Pongo, Pongo, I'm afraid we're lost.

Pongo: It can't be (1)_____________.

Colonel: By Jove! It can't be the Pongos.

Pongo: It's the Colonel. Come on. This way. Colonel? Are-are-are you-you the Colonel?

Colonel: Oh, Oh, you’re Pingo? Oh um-uh-uh Pongo!

Perdita: Our puppies. Our puppies, are they all right?

Colonel: No time to explain. I’m afraid there's trouble. A big hullabaloo. Come along! Oop! Follow me!

Jasper: Ah, ha-ha-ha! Now we've got them, Horace. They've run out of room. Hey, what have we got here? A couple of spotted hyenas? Come on, Horace, old pal. Give them what for. I'm right behind you, lad. Oof! Oh, you clumsy clod!

Horace: Hey, Jasper.

Jasper: I'll knock the spots off you.

Horace: Ah, let go! Let go!

Colonel: Well, by George!

Jasper: You mangy mongrel! I'll knock your blinking block off.

Colonel: Blast them, Tibbs. Come on! Give them what for.

Sergeant Tibbs: Oh no, Colonel. Retreat, (2)_____________!

Colonel: Yes. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Retreat. Retreat on the double!

Horace: Help, Jasper! Jasper! Get me out of here!

Jasper: Hey Horace, they're (3)_____________ dirty!

Horace: Jasper!

Jasper: Horace!

Pongo: Come on, Perdy. Let's go.

Jasper: I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas if it's the last thing I do.

Puppies: Dad! Mother! Mother! Mother! I sure missed you, Mommy. Here we are, Mommy.

Perdita: Oh, my darlings my darlings!

Puppy: How'd you find us Dad?

Pongo: Ha-ha-ha. Lucky, Patch, Pepper, Freckles!

puppy: Oh, Daddy.

Pongo: And Rolly, you little rascal!

Rolly: Did you bring me anything to eat?

Pongo: Everybody here? All 15?

Patch: Twice that many, Dad. Now there’s 99 of us!

Pongo: What? Ni- 99? Where did they all come from?

Perdita: What on earth would she want with so many?

Penny: She's gonna make coats out of us.

Perdita: She couldn't!

Sergeant Tibbs: That's right, dog-skin coats.

Colonel: Oh, dog-skin coats! Oh, come now, Tibbs!

Sergeant Tibbs: But-but-but it's true, sir.

Patch: Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and-and-and skin us!

Perdita: She's a devil, a witch! Oh what'll we do?

Pongo: We have to get back to London somehow.

Patch: What about the others? What'll they do?

Pongo: Perdy, we'll take them home with us—all of them. Our pets would never turn them out.

Captain: Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It's a (4)_____________ heading this way.

Sergeant Tibbs: It's the Baduns. Horace and Jasper. They're following our (5)_____________.

Colonel: Well we've got them out numbered, Tibbs. Now when I give the signal, we'll attack.

Sergeant Tibbs: Colonel Sir, I-I'm afraid that would be disastrous.

Colonel: Oh, oh, you think so?

Pongo: He’s right Colonel. We'd better run for it.

Sergeant Tibbs: Out the back way, across the pasture.

Pongo: Thank you sergeant, Colonel, Captain.

Perdita: Bless you all.

Pongo: How can we ever repay you for what you’ve done?

Colonel: Oh, nothing at all. All in the line of duty.

Sergeant Tibbs: That's right, sir. Routine.

Captain: Better be off. Here they come.

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Answers:

Jasper: Hey Horace, there they go!

Colonel: Sergeant? I say, Sergeant?

Sergeant Tibbs: Sorry, sir. No time to explain. Busy, sir.

Jasper: Shut that door Horace! We'll close in on them. That’s enough of this "Ring Around the Rosy".

Perdita: Oh, Pongo, Pongo, I'm afraid we're lost.

Pongo: It can't be (1)far.

Colonel: By Jove! It can't be the Pongos.

Pongo: It's the Colonel. Come on. This way. Colonel? Are-are-are you-you the Colonel?

Colonel: Oh, Oh, you’re Pingo? Oh um-uh-uh Pongo!

Perdita: Our puppies. Our puppies, are they all right?

Colonel: No time to explain. I’m afraid there's trouble. A big hullabaloo. Come along! Oop! Follow me!

Jasper: Ah, ha-ha-ha! Now we've got them, Horace. They've run out of room. Hey, what have we got here? A couple of spotted hyenas? Come on, Horace, old pal. Give them what for. I'm right behind you, lad. Oof! Oh, you clumsy clod!

Horace: Hey, Jasper.

Jasper: I'll knock the spots off you.

Horace: Ah, let go! Let go!

Colonel: Well, by George!

Jasper: You mangy mongrel! I'll knock your blinking block off.

Colonel: Blast them, Tibbs. Come on! Give them what for.

Sergeant Tibbs: Oh no, Colonel. Retreat, (2)retreat!

Colonel: Yes. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Retreat. Retreat on the double!

Horace: Help, Jasper! Jasper! Get me out of here!

Jasper: Hey Horace, they're (3)fighting dirty!

Horace: Jasper!

Jasper: Horace!

Pongo: Come on, Perdy. Let's go.

Jasper: I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas if it's the last thing I do.

Puppies: Dad! Mother! Mother! Mother! I sure missed you, Mommy. Here we are, Mommy.

Perdita: Oh, my darlings my darlings!

Puppy: How'd you find us Dad?

Pongo: Ha-ha-ha. Lucky, Patch, Pepper, Freckles!

puppy: Oh, Daddy.

Pongo: And Rolly, you little rascal!

Rolly: Did you bring me anything to eat?

Pongo: Everybody here? All 15?

Patch: Twice that many, Dad. Now there’s 99 of us!

Pongo: What? Ni- 99? Where did they all come from?

Perdita: What on earth would she want with so many?

Penny: She's gonna make coats out of us.

Perdita: She couldn't!

Sergeant Tibbs: That's right, dog-skin coats.

Colonel: Oh, dog-skin coats! Oh, come now, Tibbs!

Sergeant Tibbs: But-but-but it's true, sir.

Patch: Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and-and-and skin us!

Perdita: She's a devil, a witch! Oh what'll we do?

Pongo: We have to get back to London somehow.

Patch: What about the others? What'll they do?

Pongo: Perdy, we'll take them home with us—all of them. Our pets would never turn them out.

Captain: Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It's a (4)truck heading this way.

Sergeant Tibbs: It's the Baduns. Horace and Jasper. They're following our (5)tracks.

Colonel: Well we've got them out numbered, Tibbs. Now when I give the signal, we'll attack.

Sergeant Tibbs: Colonel Sir, I-I'm afraid that would be disastrous.

Colonel: Oh, oh, you think so?

Pongo: He’s right Colonel. We'd better run for it.

Sergeant Tibbs: Out the back way, across the pasture.

Pongo: Thank you sergeant, Colonel, Captain.

Perdita: Bless you all.

Pongo: How can we ever repay you for what you’ve done?

Colonel: Oh, nothing at all. All in the line of duty.

Sergeant Tibbs: That's right, sir. Routine.

Captain: Better be off. Here they come.