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(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(horse neighs)

- [Bandits] Huh?

- [Zorrowitz] Hi-yah!

- [Bandits] Zorrowitz!

- Hi-yah!

(whip cracks)

- [Bandits] Huh?

Ahh!

- Thanks, Zorrowitz

- You are welcome, amigo.

(clock tower rings)

Huh?

Oh no!

It's six o'clock!

I'm in big trouble.

- (sigh) Fievel is in big trouble.

- Fievel!

- (panting) Hi.

- Well, Mr. Fievel, it is so nice of you to drop by

after dinner once again.

- I'm sorry, Papa.

- No, Fievel, it is I who am sorry.

I am afraid you are ground-hogged.

- Ground-hogged?

- Papa means grounded.

(Tanya giggles)

- Yes, that.

For two days.

Fievel, you will do your chores and your homework.

No playing, no Tiger.

- But--

- But nothing.

Wash your hands and come to supper.

Sooner or later you must learn to be responsible.

- Yes, ma'am.

(country music)

(Fievel sneezes)

(Fievel sneezes)

- Fievel, if you sweep a little more slowly,

you will sneeze a lot less.

- Okay, Mama (sneezes).

- Gesundheit!

Mama, good news!

- What news, Papa?

- Green River's winter cheese shipment is coming.

- Great!

- Yummy!

- Hm, it is about time.

We have been out of cheese for many weeks.

- Now, exactly when and how the cheese will arrive

is a closely guarded secret.

But when the time comes,

Mr. Schimmel has selected certain special mice

to help him move the cheese to his store house.

- Papa!

- Yes.

Papa and Mama have been selected

as two of those special mice.

- Oh my goodness!

- When it comes in on the stage,

we will secretly unload it at the livery stable,

hide it in matchboxes, and carry it to his store.

- (gasps) If someone were to steal the cheese!

- Oh, disaster.

Schimmel will signal the time with a green lantern

in his front window.

- Can I help, Papa?

I'm real good with secrets and stuff.

- No, no, Fievel, I am afraid not.

You are still grounded.

There will be no cheese adventure for you.

- Oh, but Mama!

(Fievel sneezes)

(Fievel grunts)

- Whoa-oof! (sneezes)

Aw great.

- [Sydney] Ooh, nice move, Mouskewitz.

- Huh?

- Some big hero.

A garbage man!

Very dumb, Fievel.

- Oh, yeah?

Well if I'm so dumb,

how come I know your big family secret, Sydney?

- What secret?

- Oh, that the winter cheese is coming in

today on the stage.

- Huh?

- Wait, there's more.

It'll be unloaded at the livery stable

and disguised in matchboxes,

after your father signals with a green lantern.

- (gasps) Nobody's supposed to know that!

- Well, I do (laughs).

- And so do I, mouselings (chuckles).

The boss is gonna love this.

- Look at those mice, Chula.

(clucks tongue) Skinny as rails!

Seems to take two or three to fill up a sandwich lately.

- Oh, that's all gonna change after today, boss.

- Really?

- Big winter cheese shipment coming in today.

- Cheese shipment?

Au contraire, Chula.

We'll start today.

Why, if we have their winter cheese,

we can get the mice to do anything we want.

Tell me all that you know.

- Well, I know how to make a web.

I know how to make a caterpillar sandwich.

I know (blubbers and screams).

- Tell me about the cheese, you fool!

- Oh, why didn't you say that?

It's coming in on the stage, see, and (laughs evilly).

- Come along, Fievel.

We must get these groceries home.

- (grunts) Okay, Mama.

Oof!

- Pst.

- Huh?

- Hey.

(giggles)

Hi, Fiev.

- Hi, Tiger!

I can't play, I'm grounded.

- Oh, oh that's too bad.

- You're telling me!

- Well I am now, I mean a-about the steal,

no, uh, the cheese, I mean,

Cat R. Waul's gonna steal winter today,

o-or something like that.

- (gasps) He knows about the cheese?

- Uh huh.

Chula heard some, some kids blab the whole--

- Fievel!

Come, we must get home.

- See you, Fiev.

- Yeah, uh, so long, Tige.

- Mama!

Jasper was here.

The green lantern at Schimmel's, it is lit!

- Oh my goodness!

- (gulps) Already?

- Yes, yes.

We must hurry.

- Huh?

Whoa!

But Mama, wait!

I think I should go too, Papa.

I can help!

Please?

- Give it up, Fievel.

- Fievel, you are still grounded.

- But you don't understand, I--

- We will be back soon.

- So, Fievel, pal, can we go play now?

Huh, Fiev, huh?

- There's no time to play, Tiger.

The cats are gonna steal the cheese!

And it's all my fault.

- I know.

I mean, what do you mean?

- I'm the stupid kid that spilled the beans.

And there's nothing I can do.

I'm grounded!

- Oh, yeah.

- (gasps) But Zorrowitz is not!

- Huh?

Oh, yeah!

Zorrowitz, ha ha!

- Hey, Fiev, whatcha doing, huh?

Fiev?

- Shh!

Tanya's back there.

Zorrowitz to the, ahh, ooh, ahh whoa! (pail clunks)

Rescue.

- (Tanya) Quiet, Fievel.

Yasha's napping.

- Off to fight the forces of evil!

- Oh boy, oh yeah!

We're gonna play, right?

- Yeah!

Except this time, it is not a game.

And I gotta get home before Mama and Papa.

(horses trotting)

- So, the lantern is lit.

Excellent.

It won't be long now, ey Chula.

- You got it, boss!

- Stagecoach!

Stagecoach coming!

- Well, what have we here.

- Uh, that's the stage, boss.

- I realize that, you idiot.

Ahem, aren't you supposed to be somewhere?

- Oh, right!

Right, gotcha boss.

- Come on!

Hurry, Tiger.

The stage!

- Whoa, ah, oof.

Right behind you, compadre.

- [Driver] Oh, Juniper, take him!

(horse neighs)

Hiyah!

(Waul laughs evilly)

- (Schimmel) Now, the cheese is in the green box.

Let's go!

(mice scream and protest)

- (mouse) We have been tricked!

- Oh, way better than that, fur balls!

- Chula!

(mice mutter and question in disbelief)

- (chuckles) Like stealing candy from a bunch of babies.

(grunts) Boy, this cheese is heavy.

- [Zorrowitz] Maybe you would like some help,

hey Senor Chula?

- Huh?

- [Mice] (chattering) Look, who is that, over there.

(rope whips)

- What the?

- Hi-yah!

- Whoa, yuhhh, oof!

- Yahoo!

- [Schimmel] Get him! - [Mice] Yay!

- Who do you think you are, pal?

- The name is...

Zorrowitz!

Hi-yah!

- Huh? (screams)

- Hm, this may be more difficult than I planned.

- [Mice] Huh? Yikes!

(mice chatter)

- There is no time.

You must move quickly.

- [Mice] Hurry, quick, shh, quietly, this way.

- Okay, Tige, the cheese is safe.

Now I gotta get home before Tanya notices I'm gone.

You stay here.

- Aha, sure old pal, no problemo!

- I'll be back as soon as I can.

(mice gasp)

- Hello, fur balls!

- [Mouse] Yikes!

- Got something special there?

Something, say, for yours truly (chuckles evilly)?

(mice scream)

- That's right, run along.

Shoo, shoo!

(chuckles evilly)

- (grunts) Boy, that was easy, huh, boss.

- Yes, almost too easy.

- Whoa-a, whoops!

Huh?

- Matches?

Hmph!

Those nasty little rodents have pulled a switch!

Which means the cheese is still in the livery stable.

Come Chula.

And leave the boxes.

- [Chula] Oh, hehe, right.

- Fievel?

You here?

- (yawns) Right here, sis.

- Fievel!

- Hey, how'd you get in--

- Get in where?

- Well, I'm taking Yasha for a walk,

(Yasha prattles)

but you have to stay here.

You're still grounded, remember? (laughs)

- Bye-bye!

- But tell that to Zorrowitz!

- Boo!

(Tiger screams)

- Well, Chula.

Now this is more like it.

Bring the cheese.

(Chula grunts)

(Both laugh evilly)

(Tiger sighs)

- Tiger!

(Tiger moans)

What happened!

Where's the box of cheese?

- I don't know.

I saw Chula and then

I took a nap.

- That lowdown Cat R. Waul must've stolen it.

- Why, that lowdown varmint.

Okay, Fievel, pal, what do we do now?

- Zorrowitz will just have to steal it back!

- Steal it back, okay! (laughs)

How?

- Um.

With the help of one of these empty boxes.

- Shh!

(gasps) The cheese!

- [Mouse] It is gone.

- And so is that masked mouse.

- I knew we shouldn't have trusted him.

(Waul chuckles)

(Chula grunts)

(kid giggles)

- [Man] You big, ah, (exclaims in Spanish).

- [Fievel] Boy, that Waul, what a dumb cat.

- [Tiger] You said it, Zorrowitz!

Haha, stupid is right.

- Stupid? Me?

Chula, go find out what that little masked weasel

is up to now!

- Okay, boss.

- Boy oh boy, Zorrowitz.

That old switcheroo idea was great!

- [Fievel] I'll say!

And once we get this real box of cheese to Schimmel's,

haha, Waul will be out of luck.

- [Tiger] Yeah, and out of cheese too.

- (whines) Oh, I hate telling the boss this kind of stuff.

You can relax boss.

- [Waul] It was nothing, right?

- Nope.

You're sitting on nothing.

- What?

That masked mouse pulled a switcheroo.

They got the cheese in their box.

And we got snookered.

- Snookered?

Well not if I have anything to say about it!

- [Fievel] Okay, Tige, let's get that cheese back.

- The fools!

They left it unattended.

- Yeah, and nobody's watching it either.

- Gad.

Just to be safe, let's take it through the back alley.

- Hey, Fiev, is Cat R. Waul gonna be surprised, or what?

- I hope so!

Let's take the back way.

So we don't bump into him.

- Oh yeah, good idea, we wouldn't wanna do that.

- Ooh, I can't wait to see the looks

on those fur balls' faces

when they realize we got their cheese back, huh, boss.

- Now that will be a pleasure which lasts all winter, Chula!

(Tiger giggles)

(Waul chuckles)

(Fievel gasps)

(Chula gasps)

(all grunt)

- Gad!

Which is which?

(Fievel sniffs)

- It is the other one, Waul.

- (sniffs) Whew, good heavens!

That wouldn't be the stinky cheese you're protecting there,

would it, my little masked friend?

- No way!

It is in the other box.

- Sure.

Out of my way.

Chula!

- What, boss?

- This is the cheese, you fool!

- Boy, I'll say, boss, whew!

- Never mind all that.

Let's go!

- Oh, gosh, gee.

What's going on, Fiev?

Did I miss anything?

- Come on!

We gotta hurry, Tiger.

Then I gotta get home!

Pronto!

(fast music)

Hi Mama, hi Papa!

- (sighs) Hello Fievel.

- Papi!

- What's wrong?

- We have just come from a town meeting.

- The cheese has been stolen.

- Really?

That's terrible.

- I'll say.

No cheese all winter!

- Mr Mousekewitz! Mrs Mousekewitz!

You must come to Schimmel's, right away!

- Huh?

- What?

- Come, come, everybody!

- I wonder what it could be.

- Perhaps they caught the thief.

Come, come children, quickly!

- Bye-bye.

(crowd chatters)

- [Schimmel] Quiet, quiet please!

As you all know, today our winter cheese supply was lost.

- [Crowd] (chattering) Oh yes.

It's terrible.

Stolen, you mean.

By that masked mouse.

When we find him we should run him out of town.

- No, no!

Shh, my friends.

I believe instead of a scoundrel,

we should be looking for a hero in our midst!

- [Crowd] (murmuring) What?

A hero?

What is he talking about?

- Ladies and gentlemen, I present

your winter cheese!

(crowd gasps and murmurs in awe)

Enough to last 'til spring!

(crowd cheers)

- But where did it come from?

- I found this note on the box.

Listen.

"Chateau is sharp, ruta is soft,

"you can thank Zorowitz your cheese is not lost!"

And it is signed with the mark of the Z.

Look!

(crowd chatters)

- My golly!

What a surprise, huh.

- Not as big as the one Cat R. Waul is in for.

(Waul laughs evilly)

- [Chula] Ooh, ooh, oh!

Here boss, let me open it!

- No, no, Chula.

I reserve this honor for myself.

(grunts) Ow!

Behold, the winter supply of--

- Stinky socks, boss!

Pew!

- Oh ho, gad, oh, disgusting!

Oh, pewy, pewy, pewy!

- Look, a note!

- Give me that!

"Roses are red, violets are pink,

"these socks should tell you how much you stink!"

Ugh, gad!

- Wow, that rhymes pretty good, boss.

- Oh, shut up.

(clock tower rings)

(clock ticking)

- Don't fret, Papa.

He will be on time.

- Don't bet on it.

- Fievel!

- Yee-haw!

Howdy Mama, Papa.

What's for chow?

- Ah, now this is more like it.

One big, happy family.

Oops, I am so clumsy.

- I'll get it, Papa.

- I believe you dropped this, Fievel.

- (gulps) But Papa, I--

- Have made your Papa very proud.

Shh.

- Now, let's have some of the cheese

we have heard so much about, Mama.

- [Fievel] Good idea, Papa.

(country music)

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