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(country music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

- [Fievel] Ready Tiger, here he comes.

- Ah, he's comin', here he comes, ha, ha, ha.

I gotta get ready, woohoo, he's on his way.

Oh boy, oh boy.

- And here come the cats.

(upbeat music)

- Yeah!

Hurry up son!

- Yeeha!

So long Mr. Mulligan.

- See ya to morrow Fievel!

Yeah!

- Yahoo!

Giddy up Tiger!

(imitates whinnying, chuffing)

- Pretty horsey, huh?

Hey I can do a goat too.

Listen. (imitates goat calling)

- Tiger!

- Oh yeah, sorry.

Gang way!

Look out. mail comin' through.

- Yahoo! (Fievel laughing)

Whoa Tiger!

- [Tiger] Oops.

- Whoa!

(crashing)

I got the mail.

- Thank you Fievel.

- Papa, the frontier photographer is coming.

- Today, to our house?

But my suit is at the tailors.

- And my dress is at the dressmakers.

And Tanya is at music school.

We must hurry if we are to have our family portrait taken.

- Fievel, you must watch your little sister until we return.

- Babysit?

But Papa.

- Fievel, the photographer only comes to Green River

once a year.

You must wait here for him.

- But Mama, I wanna play.

- So, play with Yasha.

Come Papa.

- Oh but Mama.

- Now be a good boy. - And be careful.

(contemplative music)

Hello Tiger. - Goodbye Tiger.

- Hiya, I mean bya, I mean, see ya.

Hey, hey, Fief, what's goin' on?

- Sorry Tiger, I can't play anymore.

I gotta babysit.

(smooching)

See.

- Oh, OK, I'll just wait around.

(laughing) Babysit, whoa.

- Babysitting, blah, this is dumb.

Hey.

(Yasha babbling)

We'll play hid and seek.

You cover your eyes Yasha, like this,

and I'll go hide then you come find me.

OK. (Yasha babbling)

Right, no peeking.

OK Yasha, ready.

- Fievel? (playful music)

- "Montana Mouse slowly crept

"into Dirty Peet's darkened mine."

- [Yasha] Fievel?

- "As he crept into the mine Montana sensed danger."

(logs clattering)

(Yasha babbling)

(suspenseful music)

(playful music)

- Oh Papa, I hope we get back in time for the photographer.

- Now Mama, everything will be just fine.

And I'm sure Fievel is discovering lots of things

about babies he could never find in a book.

- "Instantly Montana know the moment of truth was near."

(Yasha babbling)

(pans clattering)

- Huh, oh wow!

What's up, I mean, what happened Fiev?

- Yasha?

(dramatic music)

Yasha!

Whoa!

- Ow, hey Fiev, I thought you were babysittin'.

- I am, I'm just not very good at it.

Oh great, it's locked.

- [Tiger] Uh, there goes Yasha.

(contemplative music)

- The window Tiger.

Help me get it open.

- First I gotta get to the, oh I mean,

oh this is a tight squeeze but.

(grunting)

There.

Ooo, my head is stuck.

Fiev!

- Oh Tiger, I gotta find Yasha first.

(pensive music)

- Fievel?

(grunting)

- [Fievel] Whoa.

Ah! (crashing)

(sneezing)

(Yasha babbling)

(Tiger sneezing)

(Yasha cheering)

(Yasha babbling)

- Whoa! (crashing)

Yasha?

Yasha?

Oh no, she's gone Tiger.

- She is, I mean she did, I mean I didn't see her.

Oh, oh, this is bad.

- You can say that again, come on!

(hooves clattering)

Yasha? - Smile now!

And hold it, don't move.

(flash popping)

- Oh no, the frontier photographer.

- Wow, how do I look, too flashy?

A little more casual.

Ah, I can't do a thing with my fur.

- Tiger, quit foolin' around.

We gotta find Yasha fast.

(Yasha babbling) (snoring)

(Yasha babbling) (Yasha cheering)

- Papa?

(yawning) - Huh?

(Yasha babbling)

- Yasha?

Yasha?

- [Cat] Like bread and mustard.

- Oh, baby mouse sandwich. - I will take

my little mouse over easy.

- Baby mouse.

Yasha!

- Baby mouse! - Sandwich.

- That's it! (cackling)

- I'm so happy!

- Oh, I get it.

Breakfast in bed!

Hey, what the.

(Yasha babbling)

Take that!

(grunting)

Yeah.

Huh?

- Peekaboo!

- Peekaboo?

(Yasha laughing)

Why, I used to play peekaboo with my mama.

- Mama, Papa?

- Oh, you miss home and Mama?

Well you wait right here for Uncle Willy.

(gulping) - I gotta move fast.

- All right let's see, we got bread.

- Bread and cheese. - Onions.

Mustard. - I do like anchovies.

- I hate anchovies. - I sorry.

- You get 'em all.

- You come on let's get this stuff, let's go.

- Oh yeah.

(pensive music)

- Here goes nothin'.

Whoa! - Huh?

- And there goes Yasha.

- I made her a little box.

See?

- Oh great, that way she won't slip out

when we bite into the mustard and gooey stuff.

- Huh?

You mean you wanna eat my teensy little baby mouse?

- Well she is kinda scrawny but, yep, eat her it is.

(gasping) - Eat her, oh no!

- Uh-uh, eat her it isn't Slim

'cause that little mouse is my new pet

and you know what happens to cats who eat my pets?

(stammering)

- We're not really hungry anyway Sweet William.

- No we hate eatin' mice, don't we?

Ew, ptewy, yuck.

- Bye, bye.

- That's right honey, Uncle Slim and Felonious

have gone bye-bye to a land where cats have no teeth.

(snarling)

(playful music)

- Yasha?

Yoohoo?

Yasha?

(horse whinnying)

(exclaiming) (crashing)

- [Slim] She looked just like a regular baby mouse.

- Baby mouse?

- Just look like a regular-- - Baby mouse.

(cats exclaiming)

Please William, not my teeth, Slim's teeth.

- Yeah!

(grunting)

- [Felonious] William please?

(grunting)

- Fievel.

Pow, pow.

- Let's get out of here, OK?

- Sweet William. - Ow!

(gentle guitar music)

- What you think Mama, I am looking good?

- Oh Papa, you look so handsome.

I almost forgot about my dress.

Come, we must hurry, I am worried about our children.

- Mama I am sure Yasha is in good hands.

Right under Fievel's nose.

- Huh?

- Well, what have we here?

- Boy these mice grow fast William.

- You nit-wit, that's a different mouse.

- And him you can eat, Slim if you find my pet mouse.

- [Both] Huh?

- She's not a pet Sweet William, she's my little sister.

- Shut up!

- Here mousey. - Come out little mouse.

- Here girl. - Come on baby mouse.

- Hi guys.

Oh hi Fiev, how'd you get Sweet William and the fellas

to help us look for Yasha?

I mean, ah.

- We got mail to deliver, right Tiger?

Mail. - We do?

Oh yeah, we do, the mail, like letters, yeah I know.

Ha, ha.

(imitates horse whinnying)

- Huh? - Yeeha!

(Tiger imitates horse whinnying)

- Gang way! (booming)

- Forget them boys, find my mouse.

- Mouse? - Yeah, you're right.

- Yeeha! - We did it partner.

- Yeah! (both laughing)

(upbeat music)

(Yasha babbling) (Yasha cheering)

Come on buckaroo,

let's get this little missy home to the ranch house.

- Yahoo!

- OK Yasha, and this time we're gonna stay home

until that photographer gets here.

(gasping) Oh no!

- What? - She's gone Tiger!

She must have fallen out on the way home.

- Yeah, that too.

- Let's double back and check our trail.

(maniacal laughter)

(suspenseful music)

- [Cat] Have you noticed Chula that good eating mice--

- Ooo, itsy-bitsy-spider.

- Have been hard to find lately.

(sighing)

They just aren't making them as big and plump

and juicy as they used to.

- I'll say, look at that little runt.

- Eh?

Well, hello.

(Yasha babbling)

- [Fievel] Yasha?

(gasping) - Chula,

I believe our mealtime troubles are over.

- With that little shrimp, no way boss.

- We are not going to eat her Chula,

we are going to use her as bait

to lure mouse after worried mouse

right onto our waiting dinner plates.

- [Fievel] Yasha?

- Starting with that pest Fievel.

What do you think about that little miss itty-bitty-mousey?

(chomping) Ow!

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. - She bite your nose boss?

- No, the itty-bitty-mousey kissed me.

Ow, ow.

- [William] Waul's, so that's where she is.

(gasping)

- She's at Cat R. Waul's.

- Come on!

(crashing)

- I'll wait here, at my post, sir.

- [Fievel] I'm coming Sis.

- If I'm not mistaken Chula

this will be the Fievel appetizer.

- All right Waul, where is she?

- Really packs a wallop, hey Chula.

- [Yasha] Uncle Willy.

- Aw.

This here is is my mouse Waul.

- Your mouse, my dear William, don't be ridiculous.

A mouse this size would scarcely whet the appetite

of a thug like you.

And I mean that in a nice way.

- Listen Waul.

I'm not gonna have to get rough, or am I?

(Yasha babbling)

- [Waul] Gad, I hope not.

I abhor violence you know.

(plopping) - What?

- Tell me William, what exactly do you want?

- I want her for, I want her for a pet.

- A pet?

Very well, you let me use her as bait

and when I'm done she's all yours.

Deal?

- Uh, OK.

- No need to actually shake hands dear boy.

- Don't need to shake hands anyway boss,

looks like our baby mousey got away.

(pensive music)

- Sorry cats, can't have my sister.

You'll have to take me.

(tsking)

- Fievel, you can be so annoying.

- Who cares where's my mouse?

- Huh?

Fievel, I just saw Yasha.

(all clamoring)

- My baby mouse. - Go, go, go, go, go.

- Come on Tiger, we gotta find Yasha before they do.

(bright music)

- Oh there she is Fiev.

Yoohoo.

- [Fievel] Yasha, psst?

- Fievel, Fievel.

- Come on Yasha.

That's right. - That a girl.

(creaking)

- The board's moving down Tiger!

- I'll get her.

(whooshing)

- Yasha?

Huh?

(crashing) - Oh!

- [Yasha] Wee!

- I can't believe this.

Hang on Yasha.

(bright music)

- [Papa] You see Mama, I have my suit, you have your dress.

- And now Papa we must quickly get Tanya

and get home to Fievel and Yasha.

- Oh Mama, I am sure for Yasha the time is flying by.

(Yasha cheering)

(Yasha babbling)

- [Both] Huh?

- It's her! - Let's go!

- Get outta the way! - Move it, move it!

(screaming)

- Whoa! - Whoa!

(grunting)

- I got her. - That's me.

- I got her. - That's me.

- Where's the mouse? - That's my tail.

- What the-- - Let me go.

- Fievel.

- Yasha!

(train whistle howling)

- Bye-bye.

- [Fievel] Yasha, get off of there!

- [Felonious] What's that?

- [Slim] Sounds like a train.

(both yelling)

(train chuffing)

(train whistle howling)

- [Fievel] Grab my hand Yasha.

(train rumbling)

- [Cats] Yeow!

Yeow!

(Yasha babbling)

- Come on, we gotta get home.

(contemplative music)

- I'll take that if you don't mind.

- Huh, hey!

- If you ask me we'll all be better off

if I just eat this destructive little delicacy

and be done with it.

- I'm warnin' you Cat R. Waul, you better not.

- And give me three good reasons why.

- Well for one thing, I'll have you--

- Next reason.

- Two, my papa will be mad.

- Oh tut, tut, you don't say.

- And three, Sweet William's gonna knock your face off.

(chuckling)

- Oh my, that last one is really very imaginative.

Sorry, times up.

(suspenseful music) - You can say that again pal.

(pounding) (crashing)

(bright music)

- Fievel, your mama is a camera,

I mean your papa has a tripod.

No, I mean, your house, quick.

- Let's go!

(imitates horse whinnying and chuffing)

- Uncle Willy.

- Huh?

Hey!

- Bye-bye. - Aw, so long little Yasha.

- Nice try Cat R. Waul.

(Tiger imitates horse whinnying)

Giddyup.

(Cat R. Waul groaning) (growling)

(playful music)

- Gee boss, you don't look so good.

- [Cat] Oh shut up Chula and find my face.

(moaning)

(playful music)

- [Photographer] You ready Mr. Babysitter?

Smile now.

We better try another.

- [Papa] Yasha no!

- [Photographer] Maybe we should try one more

and this time say cheese.

- [All] Cheese!

(flash popping)

(cheering)

- [Mama] You see Fievel,

a baby can get into all kinds of trouble,

right under your nose.

Even when you are minding your own beehive.

- [Fievel] Yes Mama.

(country music)

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