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(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(upbeat music)

(horse neighs)

(slides down)

(whoop)

(breathes in)

- Ahh. The sweet smell of success.

(clears throat)

(gulps)

- Does this look like a library Mr. Mousekewitz?

(stammers)

- Well

not really.

I mean no!

Whoa!

(yells) (thud)

- Oh! Goodness!

- Mama, can I get my allowance for next week today?

- Oh.

Fievel you spent next week's allowance last week.

- I did?

But I just gotta find out what happens to Montana Mouse.

(sneaky music)

(twinkle)

(upbeat music)

- He's the bravest, roughest, toughest

sharp shooting cowboy ever to ride across the range.

Yeehaw!

(horse neighs)

(laughs)

- [Mama] And he wears a frilly bonnet.

- No he doesn't!

Huh? Hey where's my hat?

- Allow me, cowboy.

By jinkies, I haven't seen a performance like that

since Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show.

- Oh, (laughs) this family gets a show everyday I'm afraid.

Fievel, Montana Mouse will just have to wait.

- Okay.

- Madam, if this boy inherits your good sense,

why he will grow up to be a successful mouse indeed.

(giggles)

- Well, thank you Mr.--

- Dr. Travis T. Hippocrates,

dispenser of miracle cures for everything, madam.

Travis T. to my friends.

- Yes, thank you Mr. Doctor Hippopotamus.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must finish my errands.

Oh, don't be late for dinner Fievel.

- Yes mama.

- You know Fievel, I could use an enterprising

young cowboy like you in my business.

- Like me?

- Absolutely! And as a token of good faith,

an advance on your first paycheck,

a copy of Mississippi Mouse for you.

- Montana Mouse!

- Exactly. Here.

- Wow!

- [Travis T.] Keep the change. (laughs)

Well time to go to work, partner.

(door creaks)

(sliding down)

Ah, here we are.

Now, your job is to pass out these free candies.

Compliments of me to let every mouse

in Green River know that I'm here.

- You mean I just give it away?

- Exactly.

Do a good job,

well my goodness there's no telling

how many books you could buy.

(coin clinks)

- Huh?

- Uh, uh, uh.

Customers only, Partner. (chuckles)

Every mouse in town but you.

- Right. Every mouse in town but me.

See ya, Partner.

- Fine lad. (maniacal laugh)

- Courtesy of Travis T. Hippocrates, my new partner.

- Oh la la! For me?

Fievel you are such a sweetheart.

- No I'm not. (woman chewing)

I'm a cowboy.

(woman speaks in foreign language)

- Hi Tiger!

- (shushes) Fievel's inside.

I gotta concentrate. (shushes).

- Tiger! (giggles) I'm right here!

- Huh?

Gaa! Oh (chuckles) boy.

You mice are fast!

Oh what'd you get Fiev, huh, huh, let me see.

Hey, if I guess what it is can I have half?

(laughs) Cream puff!

No! No. Wait. Wait.

Napoleon. (gasp) Oh! Pimento loaf, right?

(Fievel laughs)

- It's candy, Tiger.

- Gah that was gonna be my next guess, honest.

Oh, let me have one.

Come on Fiev. Please.

- Sorry Tiger.

I'd like to but Travis T. said customers only.

Like them.

(playful music) (children laughing)

- Free candy anyone?

- A dingo, a wallaby, a kangaroo. (thuds)

(girls giggle)

- Sorry Jack.

Here, take a few.

Courtesy of Dr. Travis T. Hippocrates, my partner!

- Huh? - Huh?

(giggles)

- Dink willy wonka bag, kanga hop ding.

(Fievel laughs)

(crash)

- What do you say, Fiev?

Better than Jack?

Give me the candy.

- Sorry Tiger.

Travis T. said you gotta be a mouse too.

- A mouse?

Boy this is tough.

- [Papa] Mama? Who is this Dr. T.?

And why he pays our boy to give away candy?

- Oh, such a nice and charming doctor, Papa.

I'm sure he has a good reason.

- Well a job is a big responsibility, Fievel.

- Fievel sleeping.

- He's tired (hiccup)

(Mama and Papa laugh)

Excuse me (hiccup)

(splatter) (giggles)

- Yasha no, no.

- It's okay, (hiccup) I threw mine first. (hiccup)

- Come with me, Tanya.

I have a surefire cure for hiccups.

- And I'll put our little businessman to bed.

(school bell rings)

- [Teacher] Fievel, where is your sister?

- Hiccups.

- Hiccups?

- Yup. Mama said she hiccupped all night.

- Indeed. Well, then Lorna would you read today's poem?

- Um, yes sir.

"Mary had a little" (hiccup)

Sorry.

(children laughing)

"Lamb. It's fleece was" (hiccup)

"as snow." (breathes heavily)

"And everywhere that (hiccup) went"

I'm sorry. (children laughing loudly)

- Allow me.

Quiet! (clears throat)

"The lamb was sure to" (hiccup)

Oh my.

(children laughing)

Class (hiccup) dismissed (hiccup).

(children scampering away)

- And I know right where I'm going.

(playful music)

- Okay Fiev, tada!

What do you think?

Give me the candy!

Please.

(Fievel laughs)

- Sorry Tiger, I can't.

- Aww come on. Please?

- Can't.

Besides, real mice eat cheese.

- Cheese?

Oh.

(clears throat)

Whatever you say Fiev.

(hiccuping)

(hiccuping) (cake slips)

(cake splatters)

(hiccup) (Tanya groans)

- I do not understand.

This medicine always worked in Russia.

(shushes)

- Boo! (Tanya yells)

(hiccup) (Tanya groans)

- I tried that Fievel.

(Yasha yells) (Fievel screams)

- Oh Fievel, what are you doing home?

- School was canceled.

Whole class had hiccups. Even Mr. Ironside.

(Tanya hiccups)

- Great.

- Hey, I bet Dr. Travis T. can help, Mama.

- What a good idea.

Tanya, you must go with your brother right away.

(dog chewing on bone)

- Now if we proceed extremely quietly, Chula--

(Chula hiccups)

I beg your pardon?

- Wasn't me boss. Must've been them fur balls over there.

(hiccup) (shushes)

- Hmm. Tracking a mouse with hiccups.

Not very sporting but

easier than wrestling of a beef bone

with a bulldog, aye Chula?

- Oh no question about it, Boss.

(jumps down)

(gasps)

- Going somewhere fleabags? (laughs evilly)

- Us?

Not really.

Run for it, Sis!

Uh oh!

(Tanya screams)

(foreboding music)

- Headed my way perhaps?

(laughs evilly)

- You know dear Fievel,

it's at moments like these

that I feel compelled to say (thud)

(boots stomping)

(door creaks shut)

Table for two?

(thuds)

- Let's go Sis!

(Tanya hiccups)

(shuffling footsteps)

- Hey come on, Boss.

Gee boss.

You don't look so good.

- So, they want to play Cat and Mouse do they?

Come Chula, and for heaven's sake

watch where you're going.

(horse neighs) (horse trotting)

- You don't say. Everybody's got the hiccups.

- Uh huh. Almost everybody.

- Well it just so happens that I have here

a tonic that is guaranteed to cure the hiccups.

(children cheering)

- However, I'm afraid my miracle tonic

is not quite ready.

(children groan)

(Tanya hiccups)

Which gives you time to help me, Partner.

- Really? How? - How?

- By spreading the word that the cure

will be ready late this afternoon

right here at the Medicine Wagon.

And, as always for your trouble.

- The Doctor said the cure will be ready this afternoon

at the wagon, Mr. Schimmel.

- Oh, thank you Fievel. (hiccups)

I'm sure everyone will be there. (hiccups)

- Now this sounds like a gathering

the boss won't want to miss. (laughs)

(Fievel yells)

- What do you think, Fiev?

Mmm, cheese. See? (chewing loudly)

Just like a mouse, huh?

- Limburger!

- Oh, great.

- Pee-yew!

Mice hate Limburger, Tiger.

- They do? (spits out cheese)

I knew that (laughs) cause I'm a mouse now.

Right?

So, how about some (gasps) candy?

- Sorry, Tiger.

I've got work to do.

- But, ah come on Feiv,

just one itty-bitty, little, piecy-wiecy, pitty-pleasy?

Oh, 'mm that's good. (laughs)

How about two Fiev?

Wait, two and Fiev, (laughs) that's seven.

Perfect.

(savors joyfully)

Sarsaparilla.

Oh, is this cat heaven, or what?

'Mm, lick your chops.

Lick your chops.

- The Schimmels, the Smice, the Bakery,

I guess I told everybody about the cure.

- And a good thing,

(hiccups) the whole town (hiccups) has the hiccups.

- You too Mama?

- Even your Papa. (hiccups)

- Gosh.

- Fievel.

- Everyone but (hiccups) Yasha.

- Candy, Fievel.

- Oh, sure Yasha.

- No, Fievel (hiccups)

Yasha is much too young for hard candy. (hiccups)

That's why I didn't give her any. (hiccups)

- Gee, it's gone.

I must've dropped it.

- 27, (laughs) 28.

Hi Fiev, I bought your candy. (laughing)

There.

- You ate them all?

(gasps)

- I did?

I mean (stammers)

I mean (anxious laugh) it just was a few.

(grumbling) Oh!

Fiev this feels funny.

(yells)

(bouncing noises) (thud)

(crash) Oh!

- Wait a minute.

Candy, hiccups?

I gotta go see my partner.

(whoosh)

- [Dr. Travis T.] All right, so you caught me.

You want to know how it works, well it's simple.

Supply and demand son.

You see, these candies supply the hiccups,

as you have so astutely discovered.

And the hiccups, create the demand for a cure.

For which folks will pay dearly, and voila!

We are rich. (laughs)

- So there is a cure?

- Uh, well, not exactly.

You see time is the real cure.

But, there are these hiccup cure bottles.

- But that's!

- Cheating?

Oh, harsh word, Partner. (laughs)

Especially, coming from a boy

who now owns every Montana Mouse novel ever written.

(gulps)

Exactly.

You see, the way I see it Fievel,

you and me we are cut from the same crooked cloth.

And that's how everybody else will see it too.

So I propose that you and I team up and clam up permanently.

Aye, Partner?

- But that's wrong. I won't do it.

- Fievel my boy,

I'm afraid that was the wrong answer.

(gulps)

(crowd talking)

- Mama, where's (hiccups) Fievel?

- (hiccups) He should be here.

- Look!

- All right now who wants hiccup cure?

(crowd hiccups)

(crowd talking) - Mama. Papa.

- (laughs) There's plenty for everybody, now don't cry.

Keep that cash coming.

Say goodbye to those hiccups.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Now, now, there's no need to push.

Everyone will be served.

- Oh, everyone will be served all right.

- Papa!

- Mama!

- For dinner that is. (evil laugh)

- Oh no!

(crowd yelling)

(intense music) (crowd screaming)

- That's right my little mouse mortals.

Scoot along.

(door slams)

(heavy breathing)

- It's every mouse for himself now sonny boy.

No hard feelings I hope.

(rattle and thud)

(door creaks) (crowd screaming)

(gasps)

- Going up.

- Oh no!

Cat R. Waul's got every mouse in town!

We've gotta help!

- We?

What we?

I'm just a traveling sales mouse

and right about now I start traveling.

- But this is our fault,

and that's my whole family out there!

- Yes my dear boy and those are also whole cats out there.

- Who cares!

You may be a coward but I'm not.

(crowd talking)

- Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I am happy to announce that each

of these hiccuping cheese eaters

will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

(mice hiccuping)

All right now let's star the bidding.

- [Dr. Travis T.] Uh uh uh!

I wouldn't if I were you!

- What's this?

- Terrible risk eating hiccup infected rodents.

Why just listen to them.

(mice hiccuping)

- Oh! Dessert. (evil laugh)

- Gentlemen, please.

This is a simple ploy to save their scrawny little necks.

Think, he's a mouse.

They're mice.

- And you are all cats,

soon to be sick cats if you eat those sickly rodents.

Unless you protect yourselves

with my patented Anti-Hiccup lozenges.

Specially formulated for intelligent cats

of the feline persuasion, like yourselves.

- Ignore him, gentlemen.

Let's start the bidding!

- Boo!

Have a nice trip. (Dr. Travis T. yells)

(music intensifies)

- As you can see fellows,

it would appear that this good doctor makes house falls.

(laughs hysterically)

(crowd laughs)

- That's a good one Boss. (laughs)

(crowd talking)

- [Cat R. Waul] Friends, let it never be said

that Cat R. Waul is careless with the health

of his valued customers.

(crowd cheering)

Easy does it boys, plenty for everyone.

Right Chula?

- Right Boss.

- And now,

since our educated friend here was kind enough to help us,

I say we auction him off first.

Aye, gentleman? An appetizer of sorts. (evil laugh)

What are my bids for this delicious tid-bit.

And remember he is an M.D.,

which in this case means Mighty Delicious. (evil laugh)

- I bid a nickel.

- A nickel?

- Yeah, a nickel!

- Uh, sold to Sweet William for a nickel.

(music intensifies)

(hiccups) - Uh, what the?

- Gesundheit.

(cats hiccuping)

- Gentlemen, please calm (hiccup) yourselves.

(crowd hiccuping and talking)

(door creak)

- Wow! (hiccup) A party!

Turn 'em all around, cha-cha-cha.

- (sighs) Well Fievel,

it looks your partner saved our biscuits

and cooked his goose at the same time.

- I'll say Papa.

And now Montana Mouse will have to save his neck.

Yeehaw!

- Fievel, I hate when ya talk like that.

(rope creaks)

- Yeehaw!

(upbeat music)

Going my way, Partner?

- Apparently.

- That's my boy.

- Papa, come on!

(train engine roars)

- I don't know what to say, Partner.

Thanks to you I'm a changed mouse.

- You mean it?

- You have my solemn oath.

No more tricks Fievel.

I've turned over a new leaf.

- Great!

- Well good luck son and say so long

to Miami Mouse for me would ya?

- Montana!

- Exactly.

- So long Travis T.!

(whistle)

- Madam, this child is a prodigy.

- Really?

- Oh, unquestionably.

Take it from me,

Travis T. Hippocrates world's finest physician.

You will want to protect that throat however.

How about one of my famous medicinal lozenges

to wet your whistle?

- (giggles) Sure.

- Well that's odd.

(suspicious music)

- So long, Partner.

- Yes, exactly. So long Partner.

(train engine roars)

- Woohoo! More candy.

What do I have to be this time Fiev?

A monkey? (monkey noises)

A cow? (cow moo).

A cantaloupe?

Sorry Fiev, I don't do fruit.

(laughs) Wait up, wait up.

Maybe I do, maybe I do.

(country music)

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