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(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(happy music)

- Fievel, Fievel!

What is keeping you, Fievel?

- Morning, Momma.

Bye, Momma.

- Haven't you forgotten your schoolbag, little mouse?

- Yasha, please, I need my bag, you'll make late.

- No, Fievel, no!

- No, no, Yasha, Fievel has to go to school.

He'll be back later.

(exciting music)

(birds singing)

(tree rustling) (tentative music)

(comical music)

- Hi, Fievel, you want an apple?

Huh, do ya?

(apples plopping)

How about a dozen apples?

- Thanks, Tiger, but I've gotta go,

I'm late for still schoo--

- [Sidney] Help me!

- Sounds like Sidney?

- [Sidney] Somebody, help!

- Whooh, sounds desperate!

- Help, help, somebody help me.

I'll tell my father.

I'll tell my father.

- [Chula] Ooh, he'll tell his father.

- From inside my stomach?

That would be a neat trick.

(ground rumbling)

I say, isn't it a trifle early for the three o'clock train?

(apples shooting)

- Whoah!

- Gad, we're being assaulted with flying fruit.

- Sidney, run for it!

(Chula yelling)

- You middling bafoons.

(apples shooting)

Whoa!

My favorite chapeau.

You'll pay for this, you--

(apples shooting)

Ow!

(apples shooting)

- Hey, they're outta ammo, boss.

Now I'll fix them so they stay fixed.

They won't get away, not from old Chul---

(Chula yelling)

Gangway!

Ow!

(glass crashing)

- My vindow, what has happened here?

(Tiger chuckling)

So, Fievel Mousekewitz and that good-for-nothing Tiger.

Again!

(friends laughing)

- I bet you'd have this much fun at school.

Right?

- School!

Oh, no!

- What?

I'm late, I'll see you later, Tiger.

- That mouse and his feline friend will pay

for their irritating interference,

I swear it on each of my nine lives

and your eight legs.

(school bell ringing)

(happy music)

- Uh, uh, uh, Fievel, you missed that last bell

and you know what that means?

- Yes, sir.

I can't come back to class

until I bring a note from parents.

- Exactly.

- But I couldn't help being late Mr. Ironside.

I had to save Sidney from Cat R. Waul.

- Save me, ha?

I'm not afraid of any old Cat R. Waul.

Sounds like another one

of Fievels tall tales Mr. Ironside, sir.

- Uh, uh, wait, Fievel.

Your homework is still due.

(Sidney laughing)

- It is not bad enough that you are late for school

but you must also do damage to Schimmel's General Store?

- But, Papa, Tiger and I had to save Sidney.

- Tiger, Tiger, Tiger.

Every time you are in trouble I hear Tiger.

Listen to me, my son.

I understand that you and Tiger are friends

but you have schoolwork, chores, responsibilities

to your family and your community.

Does all of this leave you with time to waste on Tiger?

- But, Papa!

No papa, it doesn't.

(exciting music)

Fiev, huh, Fiev, there's a fresh batch

of donuts at the bakery, got your name all over them, huh?

What do you say, what do you say?

- Not now, Tiger.

I can't be late for school again.

(Tiger yelling)

Wait, wait, how about after school.

- I can't, I have to do my homework and help Papa.

Now bye.

(sad music)

(exciting music)

- Hiya, partner.

Looks like you can use some (gasping) help.

(Fievel laughing)

How much wood would a wood cat stack,

if a wood cat can...

Not too, I guess (laughs).

(tentative music)

- Good afternoon, Tiger.

- Hiya, Mr. M, we were just um, you know,

stacking and dropping and spilling.

- Sorry, Tiger.

I can't play right now I'm busy.

- I understand, you're busy, I'm busy.

I'm one of the busiest guys I know.

I mean we both got lots to do.

So, so long.

Just done...

(exciting music)

(horse hooves thumping)

(water splashing)

(down-hearted music)

- Oh no, no, no, no.

I don't believe this, I don't believe this.

I don't believe this.

(exciting music)

Fiev, Fiev?

You gotta help me!

- Tiger, I can't.

- I've been writing to Miss. Kitty, see

and I got a little well carried away

and I told her, I told her I was Marshal of Green River

and you know were chasing outlaws

and fooling felons, being a hero trying to uh impress her.

And now, oh, she's coming to Green River.

But I'm no Marshal.

What am I gonna do, Fiev?

What am I gonna do?

Any suggestions?

- Sorry, tiger I can't help you now, I'm too busy.

- Ah, don't worry about it.

Everything will work out, I think.

I guess, I hope.

What am I talking about?

Miss. Kitty will never forgive me!

- Meet you later at your wagon.

- I'm hearing voices.

This is terrible.

This is horrible.

It's a cat-tastrophe.

Hey, all this happened thanks to one dumb letter.

- Only one?

- Well maybe five.

- Tiger?

- Okay, okay, it was 23.

I'm a writer, sue me.

Anyway Miss. Kitty expects to meet Marshal Tiger

but when she gets here all she's gonna find

is plain old dumb Tiger.

That's all.

How am I ever gonna show Miss. Kitty

I got a growl in my howl.

- Don't worry, Tiger.

As soon as I'm finish my chores, here's what we'll do.

(sassy music)

- [Tiger] Howdy, Miss. Kitty.

- Marshal Tiger.

(badge jingling)

- Welcome back to Green River.

- What a delight.

I must express my unalloyed pleasure

at seeing your lovely face once again Miss. Kitty.

- Me too, honey cakes.

- The feeling is not mutual, I'm sure.

- You know, Miss Kitty,

this might be an opportune moment

to assemble some of our old friends

for a pleasant reunion.

- With me singing a few songs for free?

- Well I am aware of course

that you are a professional artist and--

- If you really get something going Cat R. Waul we'll talk.

The only reason I'm in this two-mule-olive-pit of a town

is to visit my old pal.

Marshal Tiger.

Let's go, Marshal.

- [Tiger] Marshal (laughs) that's me.

- Marshall Tiger, huh?

I do believe I smell a rat.

A rat named Fievel Mousekewitz.

- What do you mean, boss?

- I mean that this situation may well

offer a splendid opportunity for revenge on

that absurd tabby and his young friend.

And it is well known, Chula

that revenge is a dish best served with a mouse.

- I've done all my chores and finished my homework, Papa.

- That's good, Fievel.

You can go out and play now.

- With Tiger?

- Papa you were young once, yes?

Or don't you remember?

- (laughs) Very well.

So long as you're back in time for dinner.

- I promise.

Thanks, Papa.

(happy music)

- Green River certainly is a peaceful place these days.

I guess that means Marshal Tiger is in charge?

- Oh it's quiet all right.

Almost too quiet.

- [Distressed Patron] Help, help, I've been robbed!

- Oh no, do you hear that?

Someone's in trouble.

Quick Miss. Kitty call the Marshal, call the Marshal.

That's me, I knew that!

Stand aside Miss. Kitty, I've got to take care of this.

(exciting music)

- Help, help, stop that old robber.

Don't move, or I'll blast ya.

- Stop, stop you miserable...

Put your hands up!

No wait, you already did that,

forget what I just said all right.

I'm taking you to...

(fingers clicking)

Jail, that's it.

I'm taking you to...

Where is it, where is the jail anyway?

Oh yeah I remember now.

Vamoose, get goin', on your way, march!

- Fievel's playing with Tiger again, Father.

- Ag, not again!

- Yep I better go keep an eye on them.

- Excellent idea, Sidney.

It is your civic duty.

- This'll teach you to rob innocent citizens

in Marshal Tigers town you, you, you varmint.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

Tanks for your help.

We'll just leave this outlaw

to stew in his own juices, Miss. Kitty.

- [Miss. Kitty] Whatever you say, Marshal.

(exciting music)

(metal door clanking)

- Huh, hey?

Sidney, what are you doing?

- Keeping you locked away

until I can tell both our fathers what you've been up to.

- But I've got to get home in time for dinner.

I promised.

- Sorry Dummo-witz,

but I guess you're just gonna miss dinner.

- Wrong, little fur balls!

You're gonna be dinner.

My dinner

(happy music)

(door knocking)

- Mousekewitz, I wish to speak to your son Fievel.

- Fievel hasn't come home.

- Well neither has my Sidney

and the last I saw him he was going off

to spy, I mean play with Fievel and Tiger.

- Then they are most likely still with Tiger.

- A cat is a cat and the cat

is never a good influence on a young child.

- I cannot argue with that Mr. Schimmel.

Let us go find our boys.

(exciting music)

- I never knew shopping could be so much fun (laughs).

(whistle blowing)

- Let me give you a hand.

Marshal.

Ah, Miss. Kitty well I've done it.

I've rounded up a few of the fellows

for a little get-together tonight

and it would be a special evening indeed

if you would but consent to perform for us.

- I thought I told you to forget it, Cat R. Waul.

- Of course Marshall Tiger would be especially welcome.

- What, welcome, me?

Oh, come on Miss Kitty sounds like fun,

you know a party in all.

(sassy music)

- Well if the Marshal wants to hear me sing.

- Oh I do, I do.

- Then it will be my pleasure.

- [Cat R. Waul] Welcome, hello felines.

Welcome to an evening of delightful

both culinary and the theatrical.

- What a windbag.

(air whooshing)

- It is my distinguished privilege

to present for your pleasure the one the only,

the-- - What about the food, Waul.

You said there was gonna be food.

(crowd yelling)

- But first in honor of our very special guest

that legend of the lariat Marshal Tiger,

allow me to present a preview

of tonight's very special menu.

- Oh boy, food.

F-O-D, one of my favorite things.

- At-da!

- How do you like your mouse cooked, Marshal Tiger?

(dramatic music)

- Fiev, Fievel.

No, no, that's my friend.

Hey, turn him loose!

Out of my way, Sweet William or you'll regret it.

- What did you say to me.

- I said you I (laughs)--

Ah, correction I'll, I'll regret it.

- That's what I thought you said.

(Tiger yelling)

- I'm getting dizzy.

Fievel, Sidney, don't worry, I'll save ya.

Somehow, I hope.

- What kind of trouble has

that feeble-minded fleabag gotten my boy into?

- Schimmel, what are you doing?

* Someone's in the kitchen with Chula *

* Someone's in the kitchen with me *

* Someone's in the kitchen with Chula *

* And dinner they're gonna be *

- Quick, Sidney, wedge a potato under the lid.

(tentative music)

- I'm stuck, help me!

- Say! - Push harder.

- Sidney, shh.

- No, no mousey.

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

* She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes *

* She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes *

- Howdy, folks.

* She'll be coming round the mountain *

* She'll be coming round the mountain *

* She'll be coming round the mountain when she *

- Tiger?

Where is my...

Oh, my.

(cats meowing)

- Chula, I do believe there will be one more for dinner.

(cats laughing)

(exciting music)

Oh boy, oh boy, more mices in trouble.

I gotta move fast...

Whoa!

(Tiger yelling)

- Let go of me, you imbecile.

I mean, help me, help me!

- What a cat!

- Hello, ratatouille.

Hold still, fur-ball.

I'm gonna fix you back good.

Oh-oh.

(bucket crashing)

Hey, let me out!

- Sidney?

Where is Fievel?

- I don't know.

It's not my fault.

(cats yelling) (exciting music)

- I'll teach you to run off with my dinner,

in your cheesy outfit.

- Watch it - I just...

Don't you, don't you try it.

- [Mr. Schimmel] Do something, do something.

- Do, do what?

Suggest, suggest!

- Boss, the mouse, the mouse!

(stone wheel rumbling)

- Yah-hoo!

- I have an extraordinarily bad feeling about this.

(cats yelling)

* They'll be coming round the mountain when he goes *

(wood cracking)

That's my buddy.

- And this was a night to remember.

- And it was all my fault, Miss. Kitty.

I guess, I mean, sort of.

I wrote those letters because well,

because I wanted you to think that I was,

you know special.

I'm sorry, I'm not special.

I'm just dull old Tiger, I guess.

- You may be a lot of things, Tiger honey

but you'll never be dull.

And you'll always be my hero.

(Tiger laughing)

Now show me you're tough and don't make a fuss.

This isn't goodbye it's just so long until the next time.

- She likes me, she really, really likes me.

She does, she really does.

- Dog-pile (laughs).

- Hey, hey that tickles, come on.

(friends laughing)

- Father.

Fievel and Tiger are at it again.

Right in the middle of the street.

- If it bothers you so much, Sidney,

why don't you go sweep the back room.

- Father?

- Now!

(friends laughing)

- Doesn't Fievel have chores, Papa?

- They are children, they need to play.

Or have you forgotten your own mute, Momma?

(momma laughing)

(country music)

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