An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (1991) - full transcript

And then the hero, Wylie Burp,

squinted across
the dusty street.

Hopelessly surrounded by the Cactus
Cat gang, he stood his ground,

refusing to back down.

Have no fear,
Billy the kid is here.

It's too tough, kid. Get
out while you still can.

If you're biting the dust,
I'm going down with ya.

You saved my life.
I'll never forget this, kid.

Here, son, I want you
to have one of these.

Oh! Look out behind you, kid.

Fievel, your supper's ready.



- Ouch!
- Fievel!

Fievel!

Somewhere

Out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me

And loving me

And loving me

Shut up!

Papa, they're throwing fruit
and vegetables at me again.

Keep singing. Maybe they will
throw some fruit for dessert.

Another night without cheese.

Yee-haw!



Howdy, Mama.

I come here to
rustle me up some grub.

And where have you been,
Fievel? You're late.

I had to rescue the sheriff,
Wylie Burp.

He was surrounded by
the Cactus Cat gang.

Oh, such a tall tale, Fievel.

And dirty hands, too?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Go. Wash.

Oh, Mama, I just washed...

Yesterday.

I thought things
would be better in America.

In Russia,
my violins were famous.

At least we never went hungry.

Maybe Tanya should sing again.

Very funny.

You'll see. Someday
I'll be a big star.

People will come
from miles around.

Yeah, to eat.

Mama!

Fievel...

Whoa!

They call America
the land of opportunity.

Opportunity for what?

For children to play
in the filthy streets?

To never see the sunshine?

Fievel's birthday is coming,

and we don't even have
enough money for presents.

Oh, Papa, I don't care.

I could always sing in
front of the gift shop

and maybe
they'll throw presents.

How truly blessed I am
to have such fine children.

Maybe things will get better.

Tiger? Tiger!

Can we have an espresso
and talk this over, please?

Listen, Tiger. You're an alley cat.
Pretty please.

Born and bred. How true.

I got a ticket to sunshine,
and I'm going West.

I heard there's a town that
promises a new frontier.

And a brand-new breed of cat.

Is there anything
wrong with my breed?

City cats got too much purr in their fur.

Not enough growl in their howl.

Look at you.
You catnap, cat around.

And, heck,
I don't mean to be mean,

but you're even a little
bit of a fraidy cat.

Who told you that?

Hey, I'm no fraidy cat.
I'll show you.

I'll show them.
I'm no fraidy cat.

Tiger, I don't want a tomcat,
top cat or even a tough tabby.

I just want... Ooh.

How do I say this?

I just want a cat
who's more like a dog.

That's my ride out West.

Now show me you're tough.

And don't make a fuss
when I leave, okay?

You don't mean...
This is good-bye?

Hey, there are no good-byes
between you and me, Tiger.

After all,
we'll always have the Bronx.

Here's looking at you, kid.

The Bronx, that's right.
The Bronx, right.

I won't make a fuss.
I can handle it.

I can...

I can, uh...

Cat attack!

Cat attack!

Cat attack!

Pay attention.
Keep it clean and tidy.

Plenty of violence,
but no eating.

Right. Carry on, chaps.

Fievel! Fievel!

Get in here with the family!

Yee-haw!

Oh, no! The mice! Aw, gee!

Peekaboo.

Oh, I got...
I gotta do something.

I will be tough.
I will be brave.

Oops.

It's a spy...
A I can... A I can... De...

De... De... An arachnid!

Why, those
no-good ornery varmints.

Fievel, my son. Come back!

Oh!

Oh, thank heavens.

I forgot my hat.

Fievel, come back.

Hee-ya. - Fievel!

Fievel, my son, come back!

No! Papa!

Huh?

I see you're missing
an eye, pilgrim.

Now this makes it a fair fight.

Yeah?

That's right.

I'm talking to you, fur head.

Fur head?

I don't care what the boss says.

This mouse is lunch.

Run! Run, Fievel!

Oh, no.

For your life, Fievel, run!

Mama, Tanya, get in!

Fievel!

Papa, get in!

Everybody, together, run!

Run!

Jolly, jolly good.

Now for my part.

Look!

Whoa!

Oh...

Let's go on that ride again.

Where did I get such a son?

Why, howdy, fine mice.

I'm in desperate
need of help, y'all.

It seems that I've come
into possession

of some railway tickets
to the West.

Tickets to sunshine that I
will be unable to use now.

Surely there are
some of y'all...

Looking for
a little elbow room, y'all.

Now, I ain't gonna lie to you.

There are problems out West.

There's a lot of bright
sunshine and fresh air.

But after these opulent,
aromatic sewers,

that might be frightfully
upsetting for you all, you all...

Y'all. Sorry.

I reckon I'll take
one of them tickets.

I'll take 15.

Now just hold your horses
one gold darn minute, y'all.

There's plenty for everyone,
yes, sirree.

Are there any cats out West?

There certainly are, partners,

and if you have any
prejudices against cats,

you better stay put
because on the frontier,

cats and mice help each other.

The anointed leader of the cats, a Mr.
Cat R. Waul,

is one of the most enlightened,
intelligent, sophisticated,

charming, non-narcissistic,
debonair, suave,

dashing, renaissance cats
you could ever wish to meet.

Uh, ah, the fact is, cats even get
along with the dogs out there.

Sheriff Wylie Burp
is probably the finest

law-dog in the West,
actually, y'all.

Wylie Burp... Wow!

Too bad there aren't any
desperadoes left to round up.

Hee-hee-hee!
- I'll take a ticket.

Three tickets, please.

Don't push, please.
Plenty for all.

- Three tickets. CAT R.
- Three for you, jolly good.

Come on, Papa. Let's go.

There is opportunity out West.

Maybe they have a better
appreciation of singers out there.

So what are we
fiddling around here for?

Let's go West, partners!

Jolly, jolly, jolly good.

Anybody still like
some tickets, y'all?

Oh, those nine lives
come in handy.

Fiev...

Fievel. Hello.

Wow, it's empty.

Oh, no. What's this?

Oh, no!

"Dear Tiger, we left New York.

"We're taking the train to a town
out West called Green River.

"I tried to find you
to tell you,

"but I guess you were
somewhere with Miss Kitty.

"I miss you and I hope
I see you again sometime.

"Your best friend, Fievel."

Train, the train!
They're taking the train.

Hurry, Mama.
The train won't wait.

I'm sure we forgot something.

Let us see. We have your violin
tools, the pots and pans...

I took them anyhow... Your pipe,

the tail curler,
the whisker comb,

the cheese board,
and Grandpa's cheese knife.

Oh, I hope we have everything.

Don't worry,
it will be wonderful.

Alas, poor Yorick.

I knew him well.

Look, Mama!

An actor and a singer.

Tanya, stop that.

You shouldn't stare at the people
less fortunate than yourself.

Last call, all passengers
bound for Altuna,

Akron, Elkhart,
Oskaloosa and Green River.

Fievel, my son,
what is wrong with you?

You should be happy.
We are going West.

I was hoping maybe Tiger
would come say good-bye.

Will I ever see him again, Papa?

Who am I to know, Fievel?

Tiger was a wonderful cat,

but he was still a cat.

Someday you will understand.

When, Papa?
When will I understand?

Hey, if growing
up were easy, Fievel,

would it take so long?

Bye, Tiger, wherever you are.

You're the best cat I ever met.

I gotta catch up
with that train.

Fievel, wait for me. Wait
for me, please.

Ooh, dogs. I hate those guys.

Oh, good.

Fievel's train hasn't left yet.

I want my mommy.

Uh-Oh.

Now, listen, you guys, be nice.
Be nice.

Oh!

Oops!

Cat got your tongue?

Wait! Stop! That's my train!

I want it.

Oh, please, I'll be good.

I'll always lick.
I'll always cover my...

I made it. What a stupid dog.

Na-na-na-na-na-na. Your
mother was never housebroken.

Toodle-oo!

Hello.

Oh, no, not again.

Dogfish.

Way out West, way out West,
way out West, way out West,

way out West, way out West.

Are we out West yet?

Oh, West Jersey, maybe.

Life in New York City,
it's full of dread and fuss

Our dreams are waiting way out
West, there's room for all of us

The streets are paved with
nuggets, all of purest gold

And soon we'll all
be millionaires

Boy, have I been told!

No garbage and no landlords
fouling' up the air

No crooks or politicians
to strip our cupboards bare

We'll ride roaring rivers,
turn wilderness to towns

Our dreams will take us up
and up and never let us down

Way out West,
there's room for dreaming'

There's wide open spaces to see

Way out West,
the sun's always GROWLING'

We'll be everything we can be

The nights are filled with
dancing lasting 'til the day

Days are filled with singing,
work is just like play

We'll banjo, we'll fiddle
We'll guitar

We'll spoon

Everywhere we go out there,
we'll play this rousing tune

'Cause way out West,
we'll build a new nation

We'll grow all
the way to the sky

Way out West,
there's all of creation

We'll do and we'll never say die

Yee-haw!

Way out West,
we'll build a new nation

We'll go all the way to the sky

Way out West,
there's all of creation

We'll do,
and we'll never say die

Ooh-ha!

Hey, shut up!

My mother always wanted me
to be on the stage.

Uh, excuse me, sir. Mr. Cowboy.

You wouldn't be going to Green
River by any chance, would you?

I know you.
You sold us the tickets.

Hi, my name is
Fievel Mousekewitz.

I win again, fathead.

I say you cheatin'. You
played your last hand, Chula.

I don't think so.

I got seven more, dog chow!

Why, you dirty, rotten,
low-down, double dealing...

I don't get it, boss.
How come we're not

munching those mice back there?

Oui.

This fraternity with
mice does run counter to nature.

Which would you rather have, the
crouton or the entire Caesar salad?

Of course, we will eat the mice,

but only after we have
exploited their labors.

We are nice to the mice

because it is
intelligent to be so.

You see? If we talk sweetly,
they will come in droves.

If we hiss, they will run, and we
will have to chase after them,

an unnecessary
expenditure of calories.

So when do we take
the big bite, boss?

When do we get to eat them?
When, when, when?

When my empire at
Green River is complete,

and when we have
a better mousetrap.

Chula!

Yes, mouseburgers indeed.

Music... To aid the digestion.
Help!

Next stop, mouth,
throat, stomach, intestine,

and, you guessed it,
Green River.

Whoa, oh! Whoa, whoa, Oh!

Uh-Oh.

So, what do we have here?

It appears to be
a young pioneer.

Now, the feline in me
would like to

devour this tender young morsel,

but the shrewd businessman
in me knows that if I do,

the other mice will miss him
and come looking for him.

But the gourmet in me
quivers at the thought of

mouse tartar.

But the entrepreneur prefers
not to be inundated

by suspicious mice that
could jeopardize my plan.

So, I must exercise

both willpower and finesse.

Scamper back to your parents,
little mouse.

And do be careful. It's
frightfully hazardous out there.

Bye.

Give him the flying "ah."
Make it good.

Ooh, the flying "ah!"
I love the flying "ah!"

Mouse overboard!

Where? What?

I just love the flying "ah."

Fievel!

Fievel, my son!

Don't be a fool, Mousekewitz!

Whoa... Ooh!

Excuse me. You got a minute?

Are there any rest stops
on this trip'?

Ooh!

Hey, wait for me!

You just can't leave me here!

I burn easily.

I'm... Lost, all alone...

In a million-acre cat box.

Mouseburgers!

My son, Fievel.

You know something, Papa?

I think we got snookered.

No, Mama.

This is what the land of
opportunity looks like...

I think. It feels empty
and lonely to me.

Over here, over here.

Hey, you, this is my place.

This is my place.

Don't you wanna buy it?

Papa, quick, quick.

All right, all right.

We Mousekewitz may be
slower, but we are smarter.

You see, all these speedy mices
are fighting over the land.

But in this dusty country,

you want to be near the water.

So this is what
we left New York for.

This is what we lost Fievel for.

Chula, do this.

Chula, do that.

I'm a good-looking spider, no?

There's a lot of old women
like to marry me.

Mama, Fievel will come.

He's a Mousekewitz.

If we work hard, Green River will
be everything we dreamed of.

The water, for instance.

In days it will be
a beautiful waterfall.

That patch of mud will be a rich
field covered with waving grain.

Prairie dogs will graze on that
land, and the city will prosper.

The water.

Without water...

How can we survive?

Please, please, there's no need

for such a bleak assessment
of your situation.

After all,
what are neighbors for?

A cup of sugar,
a saucer of cream.

A pail of water, perhaps.

Water? I'll give 'em water.

Now, I'd like to share a vision.

- A vision of a better world.
- My eyes!

A world where cats and mice
live and work side by side.

A world where mothers raise their
mouseburgers without fear.

Where musicians
receive their proper due.

Where young mouseburgers
fulfill their every dream.

Will you help me
build this world?

Water, water.

I need water. Water.

Fievel.

I'm right here.

Mama, I'm coming.

Fievel.

Mama, I'm right here.

Mama, I'm coming.

Mama.

Fievel.

Fievel.

Mama! Papa!

Mama.

This is the worst
moment of my life.

I wouldn't wish this on a dog.

Maybe a dog.

Oh, my darling Oh, my darling...

Who?

Oh» my darling'; Who?

It's Tiger, your darling.
Don't you recognize me?

Who? It's me, Tiger.

Your darling baby
mouseburgers-mouseburgers-boo.

Ooh!

Hey, you're not my darling.

I just kissed an owl.

Tiger!

Fievel?

Tiger!

Fievel, I've been
searching all over for you.

Tiger, is that you?

Fievel.

Nope, bet it's another mirage.

Ah, Fievel, I just can't
tell you how much I wish

you weren't a mirage.

Hi, mirage of Tiger.

Hi, mirage of Fievel.

Don't they ever dust this place?

Boy!

A guy could make
a fortune out here selling...

Vacuum cleaners.

Dancing buffalo bones.

Nah.

Ah, come on, fellows.
I'm just a mangy, old cat.

I don't taste good
without, you know, ketchup.

Mmm. No.

No, no, no.
Ma'am. I'm not your color.

Could we just have an espresso
and talk this over, please?

How... Do you do?

Huh?

Ah.

Papa!

Papa!

They think I'm their Tiger god.

How lucky can you get?

I mean, how did they know
I was a vegetarian?

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Mmm-mmm.

It's funny how
your appetite perks up

when you find out that
you're gonna eat dinner

instead of be dinner, you know'?

Innkeeper, more wine.

Shh!

I said put me down,
you ugly fur ball.

I won't stand for this.
Put me down!

Uh-Oh.

Help!

Water!

Ah!

Oh, no...

I'm in a mouth.

I think a little endive
went down the wrong tube.

Oh, I hope he doesn't throw up.

Get me out of here!

Who said that?

Me! "Me," he says.

Say "ah."

Ah.

Tiger! Fievel!

I thought
I would never see you again.

We waited for you
at the station.

Oh, believe me, believe me,
I tried to get there,

but I was dogged
every step of the way.

Oh, Tiger,
you're my best friend.

Come on,
let's go to Green River.

Listen, Fievel.

I think there's something
I forgot to mention.

The only reason I'm not
a moccasin right now

is because they think I'm a God.

And this conversation is making
me look very un-godlike.

Tiger, listen to me.

I have to warn my family.

The cats are gonna
turn them into mouse...

Shh. These
folks get very offended

if you eat and run!

I'll join you as soon as I can.

You promise?

I promise. Cross my heart
and hope to cry.

Oh, Tiger.

I almost forgot.

How do you get to Green River?

Just grab a passing MOUSEHICAN.

Okay. See you later,
Tiger. Adios.

MOUSEHICAN, get it? Sage.

Oh, never mind.

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

Rawhide

Move 'em on Head 'em up

Head 'em up Move 'em on

Move 'em on Head 'em up

Rawhide

Cut 'em out Ride 'em in

Ride 'em in Cut 'em out

Cut 'em out

Ride 'em in rawhide

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Excuse me, Mr. Dog?

I was wondering if you
could give me some help.

Oh, another tumbleweed
asking me for help.

Oh, oh, no, not again.

Not again.

Mama! Papa! Tanya!

Our Fievel, he's alive. Oh!

Oh, our baby.

He's come back to us.

Mousekewitz, don't let go!

Oh, Fievel.
What happened to you?

Well, I got lost in this desert.

And this giant hawk
picked me up and dropped me

right on the Mousehican
village where Tiger is a god.

Papa, I have to warn you.

The cats, they're gonna
build this giant mousetrap.

And they're gonna turn us
into mouse burgers!

A giant mousetrap,
and Tiger is a god?

I think Fievel's
been out in the sun too long.

Mousekewitz!

But Tiger is a God, and they are
building a giant mousetrap.

Fievel, Fievel, the only thing
that has grown faster than you

are your tall tales.

You will see that
out West cats are good.

Huh?

So, what's your problem?

Being nice to these mice.
It's driving me nuts!

Get on with it, you morons!

After the saloon
is finished tomorrow,

we announce that we are going
to have a special ceremony.

We invite all of the mice!

And seat them in the stands!

And when the sun goes down...

Fievel's! Mouse burgers.

Mouse burgers!

Let me hear that again!

Mouse burgers!

Let the saliva flow!

Mouse burgers!

La la-la-la-Ia

La La-la-la-la

La la-la-la-la

Next.

Terrible, terrible!

Truly, utterly appalling.

I must have a voice to

match the opulence
of this saloon.

Ooh!

Argh!

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy!

Pussy, pussy, oh, pussy.

Humans, Fievel's!

So shiny and Fievel's!

Right, I want the subversive

who attempted to
assassinate me found.

I just love finding subversives.

Hey boss, what's a subversive?

Someone who doesn't
have long to live.

Well...

If it isn't my diminutive
friend from the train.

Cat R. Waul!

I heard what you said
about the mouse burgers.

And I'm gonna tell everyone.

I'm gonna get Wylie Burp,
'cause he's the law.

The Wylie Burp?

That quaint historical figure.

Put simply, Fievel's,
lam the law here,

and you're a mere hors Fievel's.

Dreams to dream

In the dark of the night

It's dinnertime.

When the world goes wrong

Hey, what's wrong with the boss?

I can still make it right

I can see so far

In my dreams

I'll follow my dreams

Until they come true

Come with me

You will see what I mean

There's a world inside

No one else ever sees

You will go

So far in my dreams

Somewhere in my dreams

Your dreams will come true

There is a star

Waiting to guide us

Shining inside us

When we close our eyes

Don't let go

If you stay close to me

In my dreams tonight

You will see what I see

Dreams to dream

As near as can be

Inside you and me

Well, well, well.

Well, look what the cat
dragged in.

A mouse, that's a first.

Not just any mouse.

This is a diva.

Diva, Fievel's.

You put a mouse on the stage

and your saloon's gonna be
as empty as death valley

on a cold day in June
when the snow don't fall.

What?

They'll love her,
they'll adore her.

And those who don't
will answer to me.

Anything you say, pussypoos.

I have mentioned that I dislike
being referred to as pussypoos.

Yeah? Well, maybe
I'm not so happy

about being dumped
in nature's ashtray

500 miles from a pastrami
sandwich, either...

Pussypoos.

Yes, I... I think I just
mentioned, didn't I,

that I dislike being
referred to as pussypoos...

As for the pussypoos, I'll get
her on the stage for you.

See that you do.
Farewell, my diva.

Now, then...

Oh.

Don't worry, mousey.
You're safe now.

So... So, you're really not tough
and mean like you were acting?

Who, me? Nah.

I'm soft as this powder puff,
and twice as gentle.

But living out here around
characters like that... That...

Well...

What's your name, honey? Uh...

Tanya. Tanya Mousekewitz.

And you want to be
a great singer.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes!

Aw. What's the matter?

You're shaking like
a rattlesnake tail.

I'm a little scared.

I've never sang in front of
a real audience before.

Why, sweetie,
you wouldn't be an artiste

if you weren't just
a teensy bit nervous.

I'm not pretty. And says who?

You can be whatever you want if
you just believe in yourself.

Show me some grit and guts.
Come on, honey!

Give me a smile.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sweetheart,
you can do better than that.

Think of something real nice.

Now, I want you to
reach deep down

and find the most beautiful
thought that's in your heart.

Oh, beautiful. Hmm.

Tonight, Tanya.

Forget you're in this cow pie
hole-of-an-olive-pit town.

You're with your fella
at the El Purrocco club.

You're on that stage,
and he has a front row seat!

And you're singing your
heart out just for him!

There are things there
I miss so much.

I've forgotten why I left.

So much for regrets.

So, do you like yourself?

I... I look like a real lady.

Remember, the real lady
is what's under the mask.

Now go knock them dead.

Oh, dear, Oh, dear.
He's not cooking evenly.

Purrocco!

Gentle creatures, I have
arranged for a special preview

of the artistic virtuosity

that will become commonplace

on this stage!

Allow me to present
the divine diva,

MS. Tanya!

I can't do this.

Sure you can.

And if anyone throws so much
as a radish at you,

I'll slap them so hard
their meow will fall off.

A mouse!

Throw the mouse
out of the house!

Do you ever miss

The boss has hit
the catnip again.

Yeah.
What's wrong with the boss?

Do you ever miss the girl

You left behind?

Gosh!

Is the girl you left behind
out there tonight romancing?

Making eyes at
someone else, and singing

ls she dancing?

Come back, mouse!

You wouldn't want me to
miss my dinner, would you?

Puts teardrops in your eyes...

I'm blind! I'm blind!

Have the fiddlers play a tune

Help, Tanya!

Hope the girl you left behind
will be there for you

I'm not here, you pointed head!

You know you'll always miss her

Lonely is the lover's heart
If only you could kiss her

Kiss her, kiss her

Come here! Come here!

Darn mouse!

You bugger face!

Just don't leave them
too darn long

I think I ought to warn you

Absence makes
the heart grow cold

And makes a heart to wander

If you stay there by their side,

You'll feel their hearts
grow fonder

Hope you see her someday
Hope I find my way

Back to the girl I left behind

So tell me you will never roam

We swear we won't go roaming

You'll be by your fireside

We'll all be home sweet homing

Kiss Her, miss her, kiss her

Inky-dinky spider
caught a mouse in his web

The inky-dinky spider
bit off the mouse's head

Ow! I'm in pain!

So where's the girl
you left behind?

She's waiting for her sister

We won't stop until we're
home We'll hug and kiss her

I'll find the girl,
I'll find the girl

You'll find the girl You'll
find the girl you left behind

Tonight, tonight, tonight
That's right, all right

Encore, encore!

Tanya, let's get out of here!

I must stay. My public needs me.

I can't leave you here.
It's dangerous.

Thank you for your adulation.

Tanya.

What's the matter, son?

Did you ever know
something important,

but nobody will believe you?

Boy, I wish Wylie Burp was here.

You do?

Well, then, he...
He... He's right here.

Where?

The old dog's right
under your whiskers, lad.

Read the badge, son.

"Wylie Burp, Sheriff"?

WOW!

We need you, Sheriff Burp!

The cats are gonna
turn us into mouse burgers!

You gotta help us now!

Let this sleeping dog lie, son.

Doggone it, I'm dog tired.

I'm tired of
leading a dog's life

and fighting like cats and
dogs against cats and dogs,

and young pups dogging my trail,
trying to become top clog.

I'm going to the dogs
in a dog-eat-dog world, son.

I'm... I'm so far over the hill,

I'm on the bottom
of the other side.

But you know,

I... I think I might be able
to help you.

How? We've only got
till sundown tomorrow.

Gotta find me a dog.
I'll teach him the stuff.

I'll make a hero out of him.

I don't know any dogs,

but I do know a god!

Oh, no, I can't.
You got the wrong cat.

I am a god of eternal peace
and cosmic love, my friend.

But why argue?

I'm here, you're here.
We're all here, and...

But we're going to Green River.
Oh.

Look... Look,
you're going to Green River.

I'm gonna stay right here.

So, give my, you know,
regards to everybody.

Too bad,

because there's a very,
very, very pretty cat there

that you might remember.

My darling baby bubby-bunka-boo.

Mmm.

You convinced me.

What do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do?

Uh, it ain't nothing much.

You just gotta
pretend to be a dog.

A dog. You got it.

A dog! Tiger!

Anyone can be a god, but
it takes grit to be a dog!

So you're the frivolous
feline I've got to whip into shape?

Boy, I've got my work
cut out for me.

I don't have to listen to this.

I am a god!

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Yeah'? Yeah? Yeah! Yeah!

I don't have to
listen to this. I'm a god.

Fetch, dog.

Moi?

Hmm.

No, no. All wrong.

What did I...
What did I do wrong?

You want me to hold it in my
mouth and dribble all over it?

You wanna act like a dog,
you gotta think like a clog...

Till you smell like a dog.

No self-respecting dog
fetches anything,

unless he's good
and feels like it.

You wanna intimidate someone,
give them the lazy eye.

Oh, gee, I'm afraid to ask.

Okay, what's the lazy eye?

The lazy eye!

Whoa!

Woof.

Now you do it.

Hopeless.

Now, let me see you walk.

You're... You're wiggling
like a French poodle.

Now, get down on all fours and get
a snoot full of mother earth.

Ah, yuck!
That goes against my grain.

Now, roll, you varmint. Roll.

Give yourself a dirt bath.

Now you're getting it.

Come on, Tiger.
We're rooting for you.

Get up.
Suck in your paunch, boy.

Okay. Now saunter on out there,

one leg in front of the other,

slow and easy.

Ooh! I hurt myself.

Now, if you're gonna act like
a dog, you gotta sound like a clog.

Now let's hear you bark.

Well, go ahead.

Bow-wow.

Bow-wow?

It's more like... Bark!

Bark.

No, again.

- Woof.
- Again.

Woof! Rawf!

Raft! Racket!

Rap! Rapscallion!
Rumpelstiltskin!

Redintegratio Redintegratio!

Oh, this is embarrassing.

Uh, try growling.

Come on, Tiger!
We're running out of time.

Now...

Bark!

Woof, woof!

Bow-wow-wow. Woof, woof.

Woof, woof, woof!

Bark, bark! Bowie-Redintegratio!

Bark-woof, bark-bark-bark.

Woof-woof-woof.
Bark-Redintegratio-woof-woof!

Redintegratio-Redintegratio,
Redintegratio-Redintegratio.

Ooh-ahh-ahh. Woof-woof-woof.

Woof!

Ten-hut!

Who?

Jolly good. Now pay attention.

Cats and gentle mice,
lend me your ears.

It is my distinguished
pleasure to invite all of you

to share our dinner... Triumph!

Triumph! To share our triumph!

Today we herald in
a momentous new feast...

Ival!

Feastival... Festival!

To mark this brilliant and
illustrious snack occasion,

I will,
with these golden scissors,

hereby cut the red ribbon.

Oi, Cat R. Waul,
we've come to close you down.

Okay, chaps, it's become
necessary to put these dogs

through obedience school. Kill.

Oh, look out behind you, kid.

Oh, who's that dog
down there with Wylie?

He's got some stuff!

That's Fievel?

It's too tough, kid.
Get out while you still can.

Okay. Toodle-oo.

Hey, Tiger.

Give them the lazy eye!

Run for your lives!

Morons. Trigger the mousetrap!

It's a giant mousetrap!

What?

It's a giant mousetrap!

They... They're gonna
squash the mice!

Oh. Now!

Oh, say, can
you see you're on a mousetrap?

Stop! You'll crush the diva!

Flee! Run, run. Run, everybody!

Run for your lives!

Freeze, you miserable vermin!

Run for your lives!

Yee-haw!

Now you freeze, Cat R. Waul!

Don't pull it, kid, or you've
seen the last of Ms. Kitty.

Get your hands off me!

Ow! Help! Help!

Take that!

Oh, ho-ho-ho!

I never taught him that one.

You harm one patch of fur on
her, and I'll tear you apart,

one leg at a time.

Ooh. Okay, Wylie.

Let them rip, kid.

Yes, sir, Mr. Burp, sir.

And now...

Revenge!

Oh, pussypoos!

Oh, no!

Come to mommy, darling.

Mommy's going to take care of
you for ever and ever and ever!

Papa, Mama!

Oh, Fievel, my baby!

Our Fievel is not
so little anymore.

And a regular western hero.

Now it's time for music.
Let's celebrate!

Tiger!

Oh, Tiger.

I never taught him that one.

Wylie.

Here, son. I... I want you
to have one of these.

I can't. I'm not
a hero like you.

Well, not really.

Well, maybe not.

Maybe a real hero's the
last one to hear about it.

But you, you pulled me
out of a gutter,

and for that,
I owe you some thanks.

Just... Just remember, Fievel,

one man's sunset
is another man's dawn.

I don't know what's out there
beyond those hills.

But if you ride yonder, head
up, eyes steady, heart open,

I think one day you'll find that

you're the hero
you've been looking for.