Original subtitles

(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

- [Jack] (yelling) Mate!

Let's pretend it's a ship today.

- [Fievel] Right, and we can play pirates!

- [Jorge] No, no, let's pretend it's a castle.

And we can be knights fighting dragons malos.

- [Fievel] Last one there is a moldy cheese!

- [Fievel] Hi Mister! - [Jorge] Buenos dias!

- [Cyrus] G'day tykes!

You're just in time to test my latest addition

to your tree house, Jack.

- [Jack] Wow!

- Hop aboard, crank the handles.

Now this Bonza Lift will carry ya all the way to the top!

- [Jorge] Yay! - [Jack] All right!

(gears whirring)

- Yahoo!

- [Jorge] Almost there!

- [Fievel] Yay! - [Jack] All right!

- Crazy ship off the port bow.

- Alli amigo, no es un pirate ship.

Es un dragon breathing fire.

- I say we let Fievel decide.

Which will it be Fievel, pirates?

- Or knights?

- Huh?

Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about my new tree house.

- Hijole, you're getting a tree house tambien?

- [Fievel] Well, I've been hinting that I want one,

and Papa's been working all week

to make a special birthday surprise.

- [Jorge] A sorpresa which will be your tree house, si?

- Si, and I can't wait!

(dramatic music)

For my birthday!

- Fievel?

Papa wants to talk to you.

Right now.

- [Fievel] Papa?

(gasping)

- [Crowd] Hooray, Fievel!

- [Papa] Happy birthday Fievel!

- [Mama] Go on, blow out the candles!

- Happy birthday Fiev!

So go on, go on, make a wish.

- (giggling) Thanks Tiger, I know just what I want.

(blowing)

(crowd cheering)

- And now my son, it is time for your wish to come true.

- My birthday surprise!

- Yes, yes, and here it is!

- Your new violin!

- A new violin?

- A genuine Mousekewitz.

- Oh, wow, Mister M, it's beautiful.

- It should be.

I made it from the finest heartwood.

El Diablo spruce!

Now with this instrument and a little practice,

you could be a concert violinist someday.

(violin screeching)

(string breaking)

Well, maybe more than a little practice.

You know, to fix this properly,

I will need the help of a cat.

- A cat, a cat.

Hey, wait, I'm a cat!

What do ya need?

I'll do anything!

- Anything?

- Sure, anything.

(whiskers snapping)

(groaning)

You didn't say that anything.

- [Papa] And remember, practice makes perfect.

(Fievel sighing)

(violin screeching)

- Aw gee, Fiev, nothing personal but are you sure,

well I mean is that the way you're supposed to practice?

- I don't wanna practice at all.

I thought Papa was making a tree house for me.

But I got this scratch box instead (sighing)

- Hey Fiev!

Hoop dee hoop dee hoop.

Wanna race?

I bet I could beat ya.

- Okay.

- Ready, set, go!

(laughing)

No you don't!

No, no you don't!

(laughing)

No you don't!

(crashing)

(gasping)

- Oh no!

(string snapping)

No!

- Well, hey, look, you didn't want that thing anyway, right?

Maybe now, you'll get the tree house you wanted!

(clearing throat)

Whoops!

Me and my big mouth.

- [Mama] He's a child.

It is not so wrong he should wish for a tree house.

- And what is so wrong with a violin?

- And who's birthday was it?

A violin was your wish, not his.

- Mama, you are right.

I will make amends by giving Fievel what he really wants.

A tree house!

But the only trouble is,

I have no experience at constructing tree houses,

only violins!

- So?

A wise student will always seek out an experienced teacher.

- Pap!

(rattling)

Mama, rattle!

- Fievel, it is wonderful you should want to be a good son

and repair the violin.

But a long trip all alone up into the mountains?

(baby cooing)

This is not so wonderful.

(rattling)

- But Mama, Lonesome Pine is the only place I can get

the El Diablo heartwood.

- Fievel, I will think about this trip to Lonesome Pine.

- Yes Mama.

(baby cooing)

- Good news Mama!

Cyrus and I are going up to Lonesome Pine

on the very next train.

- Lonesome Pine?

- Yes, Cyrus and I will find the perfect wood

for Fievel's tree house there.

- Yes, a nice train trip may be just the thing.

(upbeat folk music)

(bag dropping)

- It is a long trip to Lonesome Pine.

You will need something to eat.

- But you said.

- I said I would think about it,

now hurry or you will miss the train.

- Thanks Mama!

- What a nice surprise he and Papa will have

when they find each other on the train!

(train whistling)

(conductor whistling)

(train chugging)

(panting)

- We're never gonna make it!

- Oh yes we will! (cheering)

See Fievel, our problems are over.

(dog growling)

(train chugging)

- You's in big trouble, you mangy mouse mangler.

- What?

- My papi said to me, "Hambone, never let those

"fish eating felines sully your train."

- I'm not a fish eater.

- Tiger's not even a cat.

Tiger's a dog, like you, Mister Hambone, sir.

- He sure don't look like no dog.

(squishing)

- That's 'cuz he's been sick.

Yeah, he's got cat-itis.

- Cat what's its?

- Oh yeah, bad, bad case of catitis.

(wheezing)

Terrible, just terrible.

- Besides, whoever heard of a cat

that had a mouse for a friend?

- Best of pals.

(dog barking)

- Well, that sounds like a sick dog to me.

Mighty sorry for the misunderstanding, Rover.

- Yeah, (barking) that's me, sick as a dog.

- Don't be pulling on that brake line, friend,

or this here train will stop so fast

we'll be picking splinters out of our backsides.

Let me give you a hand.

- Gee, thanks big guy.

- What do ya take me for, a sucker?

I know a cat when I see one.

- Run for it Tiger!

- Why you!

(yelling)

Any last words, cat nipper?

- Just one.

Help!

(spilling)

(squishing)

(groaning)

(barking)

- Tiger, run!

(barking)

- Listen to that noisy dog.

(yawning)

Have something better to do.

- Right!

I wish he'd scamper off and find a cat to chase.

(train whistling)

- Oh boy oh boy.

Safe at last.

The only good cat (barking) is a skinned cat.

- Time to make kitty tracks!

(barking)

- That blue mouth dingo is gonna wear down

his throat'll box at this rate!

(splashing)

(sawing)

- Yeah sure, heartwood is complete there,

but not much of a house will ya build

with so little wood there.

- It's more than enough for what I want to build.

A tree house for my son!

- That son be one lucky boy, ya!

- True, you are, mate!

Now, come on Mousekewitz!

We'd better nick this lot down to the train

before she strands us at the sighting.

(wheels whirring)

- Excuse me sir, I need some heartwood

from an El Diablo spruce, but I don't have any money.

- No money doesn't mean no wood,

if you know where to look, ya?

(wood cracking)

Now don't forget what I tell ya boy!

And don't forget to be careful!

- Yes sir, Mister Olaf, and thank you.

They're all gone Tiger!

Let's get started.

- Tada! It's Tiger, a lumberjack cat.

Let me at that El Diablo spruce.

I'll chip it into toothpicks.

I'll chop it into chow mix.

I'll hack it into, hey, wait a minute.

What does an El Diablo spruce look like anyway?

- Don't worry, Olaf told me

where to find the best one in the whole forest.

- [Tiger] We have to climb all the way to the top?

- Yup, Olaf says that's where you get the best heartwood.

(crashing)

Don't worry Tiger!

If we're careful, we won't fall!

- It's not the fall.

Oh no, the fall doesn't bother me.

Fiev, it's the sudden stop at the bottom.

That bothers me.

(sawing)

(sawing)

An echo, right?

(wood cracking)

- That's no echo.

- You're right, that's trouble!

- Big trouble!

(screaming)

Tiger, jump!

- Jump, jump where?

- There!

Jump there!

(crashing)

- Whoa boy, those nine lives really do come in hand.

(wheels cranking)

- Oh no, our tree!

I'll never get the heartwood I need to fix my violin.

- Oh, sure you will Fiev.

Don't worry.

Never say never.

Not ever.

- Tiger, you found it!

- I did?

- Such fine wood I have seldom seen.

- And a fine tree house

you're gonna make from it too, cobber!

- (mumbling) And I'll cannonball him

right into the middle of next week!

Yes sir!

- I've been dogged before but this is ridiculous.

- How are we going to?

(rumbling)

- I don't like the sound of that.

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

- The heartwood!

Yes!

- Next stop, Green River!

Dog gone dog.

Thinking he could keep me off his train.

I bet he's not even housebroken.

Why I bet.

- Tiger, look.

- Now listen nice doggy!

(dog growling)

(yelling and growling)

Nice, now be nice!

(lever cranking)

(train whistling)

- [Human] Hey!

(train chugging)

- Now, now Hambone, I promise never,

I mean never, to sneak on your train again.

Honest!

- You's darn right ya won't furball,

'cuz there won't be enough left of you to try.

(yelling)

She's a runaway!

- Gee this train is going awfully fast, isn't it?

- Sorry cat (dog barking)

When I find him, I'm gonna make it plenty rough.

- Okay, when he comes back, we push these empty boxes over.

- Just say the word mate.

- Ready, get set, push!

(groaning)

(crashing)

- [Papa] Let me out of here!

- [Cyrus] It's darker than the inside of a mama roo's pouch.

- Papa?

Tiger, quick, lift up the box.

- Papa, what are you doing here?

- Me?

I should ask what you're doing here.

- Well we better quit worrying

about who's where and why mates,

and start worrying about how to stop this runaway loco!

- If we can get to the caboose,

I think we can stop the train.

- That's far enough fleabag!

Time for you to learn the true meaning of catastrophe.

(chains clinking)

(whirring and yelling)

Dog nabbit, hold still!

I'm getting tired of chasing you.

- You're getting tired?

What about me? (yelling)

(crashing)

(yelling)

(crashing)

That's one way to hush puppies.

- Bumps a move cobber.

You took out that narky larrikin, no fear.

- What did he say?

(door opening and closing)

(dramatic music)

(barking)

(door rattling)

- Fiev, hurry!

- Papa, it isn't working!

- The logs broke the brake line, mate!

(train chugging)

- [Mama] Here is the train.

- And it's gone runaway!

(clattering)

(splashing and rumbling)

- I hate cats.

- Fievel, Papa!

- Dad!

(baby cooing)

(bag rustling)

- Wow, Tiger, I had no idea making violins was so hard!

- Or so dangerous.

- But it's all finished, see?

- Good as new.

- Yeah, almost.

- [Papa] Fievel!

Fievel!

Your tree house Fievel!

It is finished!

I hope it pleases you.

- Oh Papa, it's great!

Thank you!

I did the best I could.

- It's perfect, my son.

- Come on Tiger, let's play in our tree house!

- Are you kidding Fiev?

Trees are for the birds.

(plucking strings)

(strings breaking)

- Now where do you suppose I can find a cat?

(yelling)

(laughing and chirping)

(country music)

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