Original subtitles

(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(sneaky music)

- Here she comes, Fievel.

- Jack, look out.

Wow, and it always comes back to you?

- Bob's your uncle mate.

A boomerang's a fair dinkum piece of work.

- A what?

- That's means it's a genuine article, mate.

- Can I give it a try?

- I don't know, Fievel, it's my favorite boomerang.

- Come on Jack, please.

- [Mum] Jack?

It's time for your breakfast.

- Be right up, mum.

I suppose you can give it go while I'm having my breakfast.

- Don't worry about your boomerang,

I promise I'll be careful.

Let's see, he held it like this I think.

Darn!

Well at least it flew.

Yeehaw, ride 'em cowboy!

Yeehaw!

Now, where is that boomerang?

This will be a snack.

- Who dares rise to the challenge,

the rules are rudimentary gentlemen,

find the pea, win the pot.

Sweet William?

- All right, Cat R. Waul.

But this time I'm watching you like a hawk.

- Yeah, he's watching you like a hawk.

- That's right, he--

- [Sweet William] Shut up you two.

(sneaky giggle)

- Maybe this won't be so easy after all.

(grunts) Come on you.

(groans)

Oh no!

Jack's boomerang.

- Round and round we go.

It's easy as one, two, three.

Just find that pea.

- [Chula] Look out below!

- Hey, what's he doing with the pea?

- What pea?

(laughs)

I know what you're thinking, but but--

- They're gonna find pieces of your cheating hide

from here Boog Hill, Waul.

- They're heading for the river crossing, chief.

- The river crossing.

Hiya Tiger, what you doing?

- Oh, I'm just waiting for my friend, Fievel to come home.

Fievel!

(groans)

(giggles)

What's the matter, Fiev?

You're looking a little blue?

- Well, I sort of have to get to the river crossing and--

- Great idea, the stage is about to leave,

we can go along and have day at the beach.

How about it, huh?

- Okay, and you can help me

get Jack's boomerang back from Cat R. Waul.

- Oh boomerang, I know yeah (vocalizes).

Don't they hang from trees and eat bananas?

- (giggles) Wait here, I'll make sure it's okay

with mama and papa.

- Cat R. Waul, ooh that sounds like trouble.

- La, la, la, la, la, la.

La, la, la, la, la, la.

- (grunts) What I wouldn't give for one

good Russian cat whisker.

Ah, the strings I used to make.

- Papa, may I go to the beach with Tiger?

- I don't know my son, ask your mum.

- Mama, the morning stage is leaving

for the river crossing and--

- Yes Fievel, yes.

As long as it is okay with papa.

- Papa, mama said that--

- Oh, Fievel, can you not see that I am working?

- But Tiger's waiting.

- Sounds like fun, Fievel.

Yasha and I will go with you.

- That is an excellent idea, Tanya.

Then perhaps papa and I can finish our work in peace.

- Ah, mama, we don't want any girls going with us.

- Fievel, either you go with your sisters

or you do not go at all.

- Oh, okay mama.

(upbeat piano music)

- Be careful, children.

- And come back on the evening stage.

- Have a nice trip, don't forget to write.

See you!

(stammers) What am I saying?

Wait!

Wait for me.

Ta-da!

- [Sweet William] They're around here somewhere.

- Well Chula, it seems we are caught

between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

- Look out, boss!

Here comes the rock now.

(growls)

- Next stop, river crossing.

Now, let's find Cat R. Waul and get Jack's boomerang.

- Fievel, what's going on here?

- I told you not to come, Tanya.

- I'll catch up to you, Waul.

And when I do, I'll break you neck.

- Perhaps another time, Sweet William.

- Ride 'em cowboy!

(groans)

(baby talk)

- Oh, spider overboard, boss!

Time out, time out!

Huh?

(yells)

- Bibi.

- Fievel, no.

(grunts)

- Got you.

Help!

(yells)

(grunts)

Tanya, here.

- Hey.

- [Fievel] Tiger, pull us up.

- Golly guys, isn't going for a swim

under a moving stage a little dangerous?

(grunts)

- Well, well, well, looks like I got

a tiger by the tail.

- Okay Tanya, you stay here with Yasha.

Tiger and I will get the boomerang.

- No you won't, Fievel.

I told mama and papa I'd look after you.

- Peek-a-boo.

- I told you there were fur balls on this stage, boss.

- Ew an aracht,

an aracht, an aracht.

Spider!

I hate creepy crawly things.

- Give me back the boomerang

and I'll go easy on you Cat R. Waul.

- Whatever are you talking about?

- Oopsy daisy.

(horse neighs)

- Oh!

- Ow, I say this driver is a bit reckless.

What hit me?

- I just gotta help my buddy, Fievel.

Whoa!

(grunts)

I just gotta (yells).

Fievel?

- Without water we'll never survive long enough

to find Cat R. Waul and that silly boomerang,

let alone get all the way back home.

- I see it.

Water off the starboard bowel.

Stick with me, pilgrims and I'll take care of you.

- You know little brother, I'm beginning to believe you.

(snarls)

- Kitty.

- Oh boss, we gotta eat soon.

The sound of my stomach growling

is giving me a headache.

- Patience, Chula.

We merely follow these footprints

and by sunset we'll be dining al fresco on mouse tartar.

- I wouldn't count my fur balls

before they're snatched, boss.

Look!

- [Fievel] Oh no!

- That chap is about to appropriate my meal

but he's a fellow feline,

surely he'll listen to reason.

On second thought, perhaps we'd better sit this one out.

(growls)

- Back off vermin.

- Fievel, are you crazy?

- Do you have a better idea?

- I just might.

- La, la, la!

(growls)

- Gosh, I wonder where everybody went.

(singing in distance)

Ooh, that sounds like Tanya.

She's giving a concert and I wasn't invited.

(Tanya singing)

- You did it, Tanya.

That'll teach him to mess with a Mousekewitz.

- Bravo, Tanya.

What a wonderful display of courage

and musical virtuosity.

- Okay, Cat R. Waul, just give me the boomerang

and we'll be on our way.

- There's that boomerang reference again.

Young fellow, I'm afraid you've been

out in the sun too long.

- Let's cut to the chase boss, I'm starving.

- Very well, Chula.

Lunch is served.

- Oh no it's not.

I'll save you guys.

- Tiger!

- Fievel!

- [Fievel] Hey.

(grunts)

- Oh well, easy come, easy go.

- Hi little buddies.

Welcome aboard.

(wolf howling)

(grunts)

- At least we got each other, boss.

- How delightful.

(howling in distance)

- Hush now, Yasha, go to sleep.

- Oh papa, where are our children?

- I just can't do it, Fievel.

I can't, I'm getting dizzy as it is.

I hate heights.

It's no use, I have to go back.

I have to go back.

- That's okay, Tiger, I'll get help somehow.

- Ah, there you are my little friends.

It does my stomach, er, my heart good to see you safe.

- I bet it does Cat R. Waul.

Wish I could say the same.

- Oh, come now, Tanya.

Enough hostility.

Surely you must realize by now

that we'll have a better chance at surviving

in this wilderness if we stick together.

- Let me guess, you have a plan.

- Of course.

I'll have Chula throw down a line

and we'll pull the four of you to safety.

You have my word on it.

- Gee, Tanya, I don't think that's such a good idea.

- It's our only way out of here, Tiger

and anyway, I've got an idea.

- Okay Cat R. Waul, but there's only three of us left.

My poor brother didn't survive the trip down steam.

- What do you mean, Tanya?

Fievel's right up--

- Tiger, shh.

With Fievel up there, at least we've got a fighting chance.

- Oh, I just hate heights.

- Papa, where are you going?

- I can no longer just sit here and wait.

I am taking the morning stage

and I will not come back without the children.

- Then I am going with you.

- It is much too dangerous, I will not allow it.

- Papa, they are my children too.

- [Tanya] So, this is how you keep your word Cat R. Waul?

- I must say, dear Tanya,

that I am amazed you actually trusted me.

- Chula loves itty-bitty baby fur ball dollies.

Yum yum.

- No, no.

- Over the fangs, past the gums,

look out tummy, here it comes.

- Bad!

(groans)

- Oh be quiet, Chula

and stop playing with your food.

Well Chula, it seems our ride back

to Green River is nearly here.

I do hate to eat and run

but I suppose it preferable to not eating at all.

- All right, Cat R. Waul.

You've had your fun.

- You mean it was a game?

Guess not.

- Well, well, well, obviously the reports

of your death were greatly exaggerated, Fievel.

- This is your last chance.

Let Yasha go and give me the boomerang.

It's in your vest pocket.

- So, the infamous throwing stick.

You won't be needing that where you're going.

(snakes hisses)

Chula, you may ingest the infant.

- Huh?

- Eat the baby.

(gasps)

- Fievel, boom boom.

- Yes!

- Oh, hoora, hoora.

(gasps)

- Snake attack.

- Okay everybody, back away nice and easy like.

- Oh no, where's Yasha?

- Baby.

- There she is.

Quick everybody, Yasha's found a way out.

- Missed it.

- Bye bye.

- If I only had my lasso.

Wait!

There's still a chance.

Chula, start spinning a web and keep spinning.

Please, don't fail me now.

(groans)

Yes!

- Oh, I get it, it's a slide.

- What, what, what are you--

doing!

- Yahoo!

- [Children] Papa, mama!

- Our children.

- Oh, you are safe.

- A bit premature I'm afraid.

(gasps)

Mice can't live them, can't have lunch without them.

(laughs)

- Speaking of lunch Waul,

how about a knuckle sandwich

or have you forgotten about me and my boys?

- Run children.

- Round and round we go.

It's easy as,

one,

two,

three.

Which one will it be boys?

- This one.

- That one.

That one.

- There you are, Fievel.

Did you learn how to throw my boomerang yet?

- Are you kidding, watch this.

On second thought, here Jack.

(giggles)

(country music)

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