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(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(bright music)

(chattering)

- Whoa!

Look out.

Sorry, whoa.

- [Passerby] Hey!

(yells)

- You're doing good Fiev.

- But I'm not doing it on purpose, Tiger.

- Oh, oh you're not, that's not good, keep peddling,

keep peddling, Fiev.

- How do you stop this thing?

- Beats me Fiev.

- Oh great.

(shouts)

(hums)

- Oh my, well there's reading and writing, and arithma,

- Whoa!

- Tic!

(shouts)

- Whoa!

(yells)

- Fievel Mousekiwitz, someday your antics with that cat

are going to get you in big trouble.

- Sorry Mr Ironsides.

- Yeah, sorry.

- [Ironsides] Sorry, indeed.

- Mama, I must go to Schimmel's store,

I am out of glue for my violins.

- Don't forget oatmeal for Tasha.

- Oatmeal (babbles)

- Okey-dokey, Tanya, want to come?

- Can't Papa, homework.

- Okay, see you later my little sweet potaters.

(laughs)

- Papa.

- Bye bye.

- Bye bye.

(sneaky music)

- I cannot understand it, Chula,

the pitiful mice of Green River should be easy pickings

for a healthy spider like you.

- Maybe I'm in a slump, boss.

- Well, snap out of it old stick, I'm starving.

Now go grab that old Mousekewitz fellow.

- Right boss.

Looking for something, fleabag?

(gasps)

- Well no, I mean yes, I mean you actually.

- Here I am, come to papa, Papa.

- How nice to see you Mr Catterwall.

- Huh? Boss?

(shouts)

Hey, I've been tricked.

- Move, gangway, spider on the loose.

(pants)

My goodness, my gosh.

- Nice touch pops, an empty alley.

You're mine.

Huh?

- Whoa!

(shouts)

(yells)

- Ha ha.

- Yow, gang way.

- Yowie!

- Look out.

(jingles)

- Oh, oh, good heavens, that spider is wearing me out.

- Chula, again, Bernie.

- Uh-huh, the second time this week.

- Here, have some water.

(slurps)

- A normal spider does not chase mice,

only Chula.

- It's Catterwall's fault, he's such a bad influence.

- Help!

- Look out you big old bully.

(laughs)

- Gotcha now, ha Chula.

(crowd shouts)

- Get out of my way, move it.

- How do you like being chased for a change, Chula?

(laughs)

- Yeah, (laughs)

(pants)

(gasps)

- Look out.

- Oh no.

(screams)

Uh-oh.

Whew.

Whoa!

(clatters)

- Nice Riding furball.

(laughs)

- Huh?

- You okay, Fievel?

- Huh?

- Get your, oh my goodness, a spid, a spider.

(shouts)

(splashes)

(screams)

- [Papa] My goodness, what was that?

- [Schimmel] It sounded awful.

- (gasps) Papa and Mr Schimmel.

Tiger, hide, quick.

- Huh?

Oh.

- Oh that little kitty packs a wallop.

- What is going on out here?

Ah-ha!

Exactly as you were saying Bernie.

- [Papa] That cat is a terrible influence on him.

- I am?

- I'm telling you Wolfgang, there are times

I think the best thing would be to send one of them away.

- You can say that again.

The smart one.

- (gasps) the smart one, Fievel.

- Some day your antics with that cat

are going to get you into big trouble.

- Oh no.

(jingles)

- [Papa] Now, where did we put my glue?

(moans)

- This is bad, if I play with Fievel, poof, no Fievel.

Oh boy, my buddy's gone and it's all my fault.

I gotta stay away, for his own good.

This is gonna be tough.

(upbeat music)

- Tiger, you in there?

Tiger?

Wonder where he is?

- Ah, ah, sorry Fievel, I just don't want them

to send you away.

- Chula, I'm afraid I must go out of town for a few days

to meet a friend.

- A friend?

Great, when do we get back?

- Not we, Chula, me.

I'm going, you're staying here.

- Huh? I am, but.

- Oh don't worry, the time will pass like that (snaps)

you'll see.

- But,

(shouts)

- [Catterwall] Tata, old stick.

- A friend?

Huh, well, if the boss can have a friend, so can I, I guess.

- Yasha, be still.

(babbles)

- Would you mind, Mr Schimmel?

- What?

Why, (stammers)

(babbles)

Good baby.

- So many, but I think this is.

- Mr Schimmel, Mr Schimmel,

Catterwall has left town on the train.

- Oh, Papa will be so happy.

Oh my goodness.

- Pretty (giggles)

(sighs)

(sings)

- Tiger.

- Hi Fiev, whoa (mumbles)

- Huh, Tiger, wait.

What's wrong?

- Fievel, help me with the groceries,

we have important news for Papa.

- But.

- No buts, we must hurry.

- Okay, Mama.

(soft music)

- Bye pal.

- There's gotta be somebody in town I can hang around with.

Hey Slim.

- [Slim] Yeow, whoa!

- Want to be friends?

Whoa!

(groans)

Maybe some other time.

(sings)

huh?

Is that you Fiev?

(laughs)

Gotcha!

- Hello.

- (shouts)

I spy, a terrif, a rolly creepy, a tarantula,

(stammers)

- Want to play?

Hang out?

Mess around?

- Ah gee now, I don't know.

- Come on, you got nobody else to play with.

Play with me?

- (stammers) okay (laughs)

- Yes, this is great news, Mama.

With Catterwall gone we can all breathe easier.

- (laughs) is my ribbon in there?

- Hey Tonya.

- Oh Mama, it's beautiful.

- Fievel?

Is something wrong?

- I don't think Tiger likes me anymore, Mama?

- Well know of course he does.

- Then why does he run away when he sees me?

- Have you asked him?

- I can't even find him.

- Well, you'll never find him sitting here with me.

I think you should go find Tiger and see what is what.

- Thanks Mama.

Tiger?

Yoohoo?

(Tiger laughs)

- [Chula] Think fast.

(laughs)

- Come on.

- Well, we've got a little furball visitor.

Hi Furball.

- Yeah, hiya furball, (gasps)

- Furball? It's me Tig.

I'm no furball.

- I don't play with furballs, you, (laughs)

you play with him.

- Tiger, wait.

I,

- Relax kid, I'll play with ya.

- You?

(sniffs)

But what about Tiger?

- Flew the coop, say, do you think you could teach me

how to ride that contraption?

- I guess so.

- Neat, what do you do?

- Well, (sniffs)

first you get on.

- Yikes.

- And then you start peddling and trying not to fall, see?

Nothing to it.

- [Chula] Oh wow, neat, yeah.

- Oh, (moans)

(upbeat music)

(laughs)

- Hmm, it looks like we were right about Chula

after all Bernie.

Now that Catterwall is gone.

- What do you mean?

- Look, he's outside right now, playing with your boy.

(laughs)

- What?

(gasps) this cannot be.

- Almost, that's it, you're getting it.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(laughs)

(laughs)

- [papa] Oh Fievel.

(shouts)

- Six, seven, eight, phew, all there.

- Enough playing, we must get home.

- Huh, okay, Papa.

So long Chula.

- Furballs, huh.

Come on Tiger, let's play yarn ball some more.

- Oh, oh

sure thing.

Oh.

(laughs)

(shouts)

(clucks)

Got it.

Whoa, (laughs)

(laughs)

Throw it again, oh throw it again, (laughs)

oops.

- I got it, I got it, I got (grunts)

- Good afternoon, Chula.

- Boss, you're back.

- Is this how you spend your time whilst I'm away,

with that idiot, Tiger?

- Who me?

No, I don't even like him, I was just killing time

til you got back, boss.

- Enough, come along.

Chula.

- [Chula] Huh?

Sorry boss.

(grunts)

- Yarn balls, indeed,

it's fur balls we care about, remember.

(grunts)

- Well Fievel was teaching me how to ride

that bike deal of his but,

(groans)

- You rode Fievel's bicycle?

- [Chula] Uh-huh, you see you pedal and,

- Chula, my friend, come along,

I believe you have redeemed yourself old boy.

- Nah, I fell off twice.

- [Catterwall] Gad.

- Fievel, Chula is a spider!

- But Papa, Tiger plays with him,

and he won't play with me anymore.

- It does seem that Chula has turned over a new bush, Papa.

- Oi, Mama, there are so many ways to spin a web.

- (clicks tongue) if only you could fix

your friendship with Tiger Fievel.

Oi, even I am beginning to miss him.

(sniffs)

- Me too, Mama.

- I think it is worth one more try.

(hums)

- [Fievel] Tiger?

- Huh?

- [Fievel] It's me, Fievel.

- Oof, ha, whoa.

(groans)

- Are you okay?

- [Tiger] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

- I was wondering if you wanted to talk or play?

- Me, uh, nah.

(sniffs)

- Okay, (sniffs) Well, I really just came by

to see Chula anyhow.

See you around, I guess.

- Okay, so long little buddy.

(sighs)

I miss ya.

- [Chula] Hey Fievel.

- Hi Chula, want to ride the bike?

- Oh yeah,

but I think we should play hide and seek first.

In here.

- Really?

Okay.

Gosh.

(tense music)

- Come over here and count to 10, no, right here.

I'll go hide.

- One, two, three, (shouts)

- Four, heaven's sake Chula, we seem to have caught a mouse.

- Huh, put me down, Wall.

We're playing hide and seek.

- Correction my boy, hide and sack.

And you just lost.

- Oh, that's clever boss.

- I thought we were friend, Chula.

- Well, (stammers)

- Correct, you were friends,

now you're just another tiny meal, come along.

- Where can he be?

- Fievel is not back yet?

- No, oh I am worried Mama.

Even without Catterwall,

I still don't like this spider business.

- Bernie, we just got word.

Wall's back in town.

(gasps) - oh my.

- That settles is, I must go find our boy.

(moans)

- Now Chula, exactly how shall we prepare our dinner guest?

- Let me surprise you boss.

- Very well.

- [Tiger] Chula.

(knocks)

- Who can that be?

- [Tiger] Chula.

(gasps)

- It's Tiger.

- Relax, now get rid of him.

- Hi Chula, want to play?

- Me, play with you?

- Oh Catterwall, (laughs) gee I didn't know,

I mean, you're back.

- Obviously.

Now run along, Chula is busy.

(slams)

- Busy, oh, okay, see ya.

- Oh Gad.

- (laughs) just like old time, huh, boss.

- Enough fal-der-all Chula, I'm famished.

- I'll ride over and get him boss.

Watch!

Neat, huh?

Whoa!

Ow.

- You eight legged idiot, I'll get him myself.

- You better not wreck my bike, Chula.

- Fievel?

(gasps)

- I don't believe you'll be needing a bike

where you're going, my boy.

- That's what you think, Mr Catterwall.

- Oh, tata, and now without further ado,

through the teeth, over the gums, wake up tummy,

here it,

- Give me my pal, Wall.

- Tiger.

- Yeah, hi Fiev.

- Perhaps I should have stayed away a bit longer.

- So, you still want to be friends, Chula?

- Well, you see, I mean, gee fellas, (chuckles nervously)

(shouts)

So what are you gonna do with me now?

- Well, you said you were looking for someone

to hang around with.

(laughs)

- Fievel. - Fievel.

- Fievel. - Fievel.

- Papa?

(exclaims)

- [Papa] Fievel.

- There you are.

- Chula tricked me, Papa, just like you said,

and Tiger rescued me from Catterwall.

- Fievel, making new friends is always a good idea,

but perhaps Chula wasn't a wise choice.

Tiger on the other hand,

- Oh please, Mr Mousekewitz, please don't send Fievel away,

I really love him and he's my best pal, see, so.

(shushes)

- Tiger, what is the meaning of all this?

- Well, (stammers) you said, I mean,

- [Mice] What?

- Huh?

- He's smart and I'm a cat right,

so if I stayed away from him, then,

- Oi, we were talking about Catterwall and Chula, Tiger.

- Huh?

- We could never separate friends like you two.

- Really? - gosh,

you did all that for me Tiger?

Gosh.

You're the bestest pal a mouse could ever have.

(laughs)

- I like hanging around together, how bout you boss?

- Oh shut up, Chula.

(bright music)

- Wow.

(snores)

(laughs)

- We're buddies, forever, you and me, huh Fiev.

(laughs)

(country music)

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