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(country music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(playful music)

- [Fievel] Yee-haw, buckaroo!

The rodeo's comin' to town.

- Ya-hoo Fiev!

- I could (gasps) win the big prize, Tiger!

- Really?

(shouts and thumps on floor)

You think so Fiev?

Fiev?

Yo, Fiev?

- [Fievel] In here, Tiger. (groans)

- [Tiger] Fiev?

- What?

- Oh, you oughta quit foolin' around Fiev.

Winning a rodeo is hard work.

- Thanks Tiger, I'll try and remember that.

Now, put me down and let's practice dog wranglin'!

- Okay, I'll be the dog. (barks and growls)

Okay, rope me, come on.

- Not that kind of dog, Tiger!

A prairie dog.

(tense music)

- So, the fury little cretins are having a rodeo, eh?

- Uh huh, they'll be ropin', ridin', wranglin',

and those funny clowns jumpin' in the barrels!

(laughs)

(wretches)

- But we don't care about that, do we, Chula?

- Who, us?

No way.

(thud)

What do we care about, boss?

- Any event where lots of mice will be, you nitwit!

- Oh yeah, boss!

That's brilliant!

- I know. (chuckles)

Now, you snoop around and find out exactly

where this rodent roundup is to take place,

whilst I devise a plan.

- [Chula] Good idea, boss!

- 'Gad.

(upbeat music)

(door clicks open)

- Papa?

Papa!

- Fievel!

- [Both] This is gonna be a great week!

- It is?

You mean I can enter the Prairie Dog Wrangling contest?

- Wrong, baby brother.

Papa's talking about aunt Sophie.

- (grunts) Aunt Sophie?

She's back in Russia!

- (laughs) Not anymore, Fievel.

She arrived in New York just after we left.

- And she is coming to visit us this week on her way

to San Francisco and Fievel, I want to be sure we make

a very good impression while she is here.

- But Papa!

The rodeo!

- No rodeo Fievel, and I'm afraid our best

does not include dog wrapping, or whatever you call it.

- I have planned a whole week of family fun for us.

You will forget all about this rodeo.

- Aunt Sophie must not see you with Tiger either.

She's very old-fashioned and would never understand

a cat playmate.

- No rodeo and no Tiger?

(slow music)

Tiger, Tiger?

- Hey!

Come on Fiev, let's wrangle! (laughs uproariously)

I'm a prairie frog!

(Tiger groans)

- Prairie dog, Tiger!

Remember?

- Oh yeah, woof!

Oh, I think I hurt myself.

- My aunt Sophie's comin' to town this afternoon, Tiger.

- Oh I can't wait to meet her!

- You can't!

I'm not supposed to be a cowboy or have a cat friend

while she's in town.

- Oh.

- But I'll try to sneak out and see ya, okay?

- Okay pal, bye.

I'll keep practicing.

Take that!

Whoa, ah!

(thuds and grunts)

(playful music)

- I still don't see why I had

to wear these dumb pants, Mamma.

- Because they were a gift from aunt Sophie.

You don't want to hurt her feelings, do you?

- No, ma'am.

- There she is!

(footsteps tapping)

Sophie, here you are!

- (laughs) Oh you have lost weight, Bernie!

- (clears throat) Bernard, Sophie.

- Welcome, Sophie, welcome!

- (gasps) Tanya, can this beauty be you?

- Uh-huh. (chuckles)

- And Fievel, is this you?

- I guess so.

Ow!

- Fievel.

- (gasps) What cute shorts you are wearing.

- Uh, thank you aunt Sophie.

- [Yasha] Sopie!

- Oh, and this must be baby Yasha!

Hello sweetie, it is so nice to meet you!

Whee! (laughs)

(coos and smacks lips)

- Sopie!

- Yasha, no, no.

(all laugh)

- [Pappa] (pants) Well come, let us head for home.

Here, Fievel.

(grunts)

(lighthearted music)

You always got good grades and never got in trouble.

- And you were always in trouble and never got good grades.

- Sophie, shh.

What will the children think?

(children laugh)

- Oh, I seem to have left my hairbrush on the train.

Fievel, would you walk me to the store?

- Who, me?

- Why, sure he would!

Wouldn't you, Fievel?

- Uh, yes sir, I mean yes ma'am, I mean.

Do I have to wear these pants?

- Please, not on my account.

I bought them in Russia,

but (chuckles) now I can see they are totally

out of place in the West.

- (laughs) Oh, very well, you may change.

But hurry, it is getting late.

- [Fievel] Yes ma'am!

(upbeat music)

- (sighs) My goodness, Fievel, Green River is such

a peaceful place.

- Hmm, I guess so.

(Fievel gasps)

- Hiya, Fiev!

- (gasps) Fievel, look out!

A cat!

- Huh?

(dramatic music)

(aunt Sophie panting)

(dress tears)

(aunt Sophie shrieks)

(muddy water splashes)

(gasps)

Aunt Sophie!

- [Tiger] Aunt Sophie?

(stammers) Oh boy, Sophie I'm so, I'm so Sophie,

I'm so sorry, I thought Fiev, he was, you see,

(laughs nervously) listen, I never saw him, before.

Bye! (stammers)

(loud thud)

(Tiger groans) I never saw that post before, either.

(whimpers softly)

(slow somber music)

- Who was that, Fievel?

- Oh, (stammers) just some cat, I guess.

- Hmm, I see.

(crickets chirp)

- Ah hello, Mr. Schimmel.

- Well, well, you must be the aunt Sophie we have heard

so much about!

- A little messier, I bet.

Perhaps I could purchase a change of clothes.

- (clicks tongue) I'm afraid all we have

are these special items for the big rodeo this week.

- [Aunt Sophie] Is that so?

Well, what do you think Fievel?

- I think they're neat!

- There, you see?

I'll take them.

- [Fievel And Mr. Schimmel] You will?

(upbeat western music)

- Well, do I look like I belong at that rodeo or what?

- [Fievel] Papa's never gonna believe this!

- Well, your Papa doesn't know everything.

At least about me, anyway.

(playful western music)

- [Chula] Hello, fleabags!

(both gasp)

- What do you want, Chula?

- I wanna know where that big rodeo is, squirt,

before I have to get rough with auntie Oakley, here.

(laughs maniacally)

- [Aunt Sophie] Oh my goodness!

(laughs maniacally)

- Stay away from my aunt, Chula!

- Or you'll do what, squirt?

(lasso whooshes)

(laughs) Nice shot, kid.

(lasso creaks tight)

(yells)

(barrel crashes)

(groans) Oh boy.

- Come on aunt Sophie, let's get outta here!

- That was very good, Fievel!

Perhaps you should be in that rodeo.

- Papa said "no."

- What?! (groans)

You should have seen him, Bernie!

- Bernard, Sophie--

- Then he yanked those brooms right down on the spider,

bam, bam!

He is a hero, this Fievel of yours.

(baby Yasha coos)

- Horsey, wee!

Giddy-up!

- He also caused you to ruin your pretty dress

and to buy this ridiculous cowboy nonsense you're wearing.

- What?

Bernard, what is wrong with you?

When you were a boy, our Papa's mind was not your mind.

You had ideas of your own, just like Fievel.

This is the West, right?

Oh, let him be a cowboy, let him be in that rodeo.

We can all go watch, it will be fun!

- Perhaps you are right, Sophie.

Fievel, it is okay.

- Yee-haw!

I mean, thank you Papa.

Thanks aunt Sophie!

- Oh, you are welcome, now get some sleep.

Tomorrow, we practice hog wrinkling!

(playful music)

(laughs)

(suspenseful music)

- [Cat R. Waul] Mouse fricassee, no.

Mouse stew? (wretches)

Well, did you find out where the rodeo is?

- (mumbles), boss.

(thud)

- I assume that is a "no"?

(wretches)

Chula, this is a simple job,

matching your simple mind, perfectly.

Now take this absurd scarecrow disguise back to the street

and don't come back until you have the answer!

- Right, boss.

(feet patter)

- Now, ah here we are, Cowboy Mouse Surprise.

(smacks lips)

(laughs)

(rooster crows)

(snoring)

- Tiger, yoo-hoo, Tiger?

(snoring loudly) Tiger, wake up!

- (stammers) Fiev?

- [Fievel] Out here!

(stammers and yells)

Ooh, that's bright!

- Tiger, this is aunt Sophie!

- Hi!

Huh?

Oh, I'm bye, I mean!

- (clears throat) Tiger, Papa said it's okay!

- He did?

We are?

- Hello Tiger!

- (chuckles) Hello aunt Sophie,

it's really pleased to nice you.

I mean (chuckles), it's nice to please you, yeah, that's it.

- It's nice to meet you too, Tiger.

- Come on, aunt Sophie's gonna watch us practice

for the rodeo!

- Neat outfit, Soph.

- Okay, see aunt Sophie?

First I rope the prairie dog.

- That's me!

Ta-da! (barks and growls)

- Yee-haw!

(lasso whooshes)

(growls)

Then, I stop 'em.

Whoa!

- Perhaps the two of you should go find something smaller

to practice on, I'll wait here.

- [Fievel] Okay aunt Sophie!

- Bye-bye!

(spurs clink)

- [Chula] Hello, auntie fleabags!

- What? (gasps)

You!

- Now, are you gonna tell me where this rodeo is?

Or am I gonna have to get rough?

- [Aunt Sophie] Oh, my!

So, you are the best roping dummy Fievel could find?

- Very funny, auntie.

Now where's that rodeo?

- I still think that grasshopper was a good idea, Fiev.

- Shh, listen.

- [Aunt Sophie] I'm afraid I cannot tell you that,

mister Tarantula.

- (whispers) Come on!

(Chula laughs menacingly)

- A spy, a spy, a Chula! (wretches)

- Oh, there you are Fievel, good.

Now, pay attention.

- So you can tell Papa how auntie

became Cat R. Waul's dinner!

- First, force the target to the side where he is going,

like this, ya?

- [Chula] Hey!

- Then, throw the rope quick!

- Huh, wait a sec!

- [Aunt Sophie] Jerk him off his feet!

Grab the rope, wrap his legs three times around,

and anchor it with a sheep shank!

- Hey, what do you think you're--

- Voila, you have got rodeo in the bag!

- Oh boy.

- Hi, Chula.

- [Fievel] Gosh, aunt Sophie!

Where'd you learn all that?

- From this Buffalo Bill fellow I met on the stop

over in Saint Louis.

- Really?

Can you teach me?

- Don't see why not!

Here, you hold the rope like this.

- [Cat R. Waul] Onions, cayenne pepper.

What now?

(Chula mumbling)

- [Cat R. Waul] Oh good heavens.

- Hey, boss.

- Why do I get the feeling I'm going

to have to do this job myself?

- Go!

(stammers)

That's right, Fievel!

(Tiger barks)

Now, rope him!

- I'm tough, I'm a prairie cat, I'm roped.

- Now, plant your feet and jerk that line!

(shouts)

- Hey, this works aunt Sophie!

(gasps)

(Tiger yells) (thud)

(gasps)

(laughs nervously)

- Fievel!

- (groans) Maybe I should just forget about the rodeo,

like Papa says, aunt Sophie.

- Nonsense, I will be right there

at Fragrant Meadows tomorrow to coach you, you will do fine!

- There, you see?

The rodeo is at Fragrant Meadows,

now what was so difficult about that?

And that little mouse hogtied you?

Really, Chula, you can come up

with a better story than that.

(playful music)

Perfect, Chula if we play our cards right,

the final event in this rodeo

will be the All Mouse Into The Sack race. (chuckles)

- [Chula] Right boss! (laughs)

- I'll wait here with the sack,

and after the dog roping contest,

you scare the little nitwits in my direction.

- Check.

- Do you really think I can win, aunt Sophie?

- With lucky number 7 and me?

It's a cinch!

(crowd cheering)

- And that's a record time for Buck Swanson!

- Ya-hoo!

- Oh my goodness, I am so nervous Pappa.

- Me too!

- Next contestant, number 7, newcomer, Feeble Mousekewitz!

- [Both] Fievel!

- [Announcer] Sorry, Fievel Mousekewitz!

- That is better.

(dramatic banjo music)

(growls)

(dramatic banjo music)

- Look at Fievel go, Mamma!

- Never does his chores that fast.

- (laughs) Perhaps we should put a prairie dog

in the garbage bag!

(upbeat music)

(grunts)

(lasso creaks tight)

(crowd cheers)

- Hah!

(crowd cheering)

- That's a new dog ropin' record, folks!

For Feeble Mousekewitz!

- [Family] Fievel!

- [Announcer] Sorry!

(ominous laughter) (shouts)

- [Tanya] Look, it's Chula!

(gasps)

(crowd screams)

(screaming and ominous laughter)

- Run you dirty little fleabags!

- You can't do that, Chula!

- Oh my!

- I'm comin', Fiev!

(upbeat western music)

(lasso whooshes)

- No brooms this time, squirt.

(playful music)

(lasso whooshes)

- Uh, oops, I, (stammers and shouts).

- Mommy.

(Tiger screams)

(thud)

- Thanks, Tiger.

- Huh?

What'd I do?

- You ruined a perfectly good spider, that's what!

- Cat R. Waul!

- Oh no!

- And forced me to take matters into my own hands.

(crowd screaming)

Starting with you, my squeaky little amigo.

- Put that fellow down, mister Splatterball!

- The name is Cat R. Waul, miss,

I don't believe I had the pleasure.

- Not interested in your pleasure, bub!

Now, put that mouse down!

(chuckles)

- Are you threatening me?

- Not anymore!

- What's this then?!

- This, is trouble.

(shouts)

(thud)

With a capital t!

Now then, let's go for a ride, shall we ducky?

- I beg your pardon?!

- Down on all fours bub, like a good pony.

- Like a what?!

(lasso whooshes)

(lasso cracks) Ow!

(all cheer)

- I can't believe that's Cat R. Waul!

- [Aunt Sophie] Giddy-up!

(crowd cheers)

- I can't believe that is my little sister.

- There you have it folks,

final event in the Green River Rodeo!

(crowd cheering)

Cat R. Waulin'!

(train steam whooshes)

- So long aunt Sophie and thanks for everything.

- We'll really miss you.

- I should say so little sister.

(chuckles) You really taught that Cat R. Waul a lesson!

- Well, what do you expect from a mouse

whose brother boxed a kangaroo rat when he was only 10?

- Shh, Sophie please, you promised.

- My fingers were crossed.

- You boxed a kangaroo rat, Papa?!

(playful music)

- [Conductor] 'Board!

- Oopsie, got to go!

Bye-bye, Yasha.

- Bye-bye, Sophie! - Bye-bye,

I packed some cookies for you!

- [Pappa] Enjoy San Francisco!

- Yes, have a good safe trip.

- Come again!

- Bye-bye! (train whistle blows)

- Did he knock you down, Papa?

- Who?

- [Fievel] The kangaroo rat!

- [Pappa] Oy vey.

(family laughs)

(country music)

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