(Fievel runs off and gets in an empty can. Papa : (to Fievel) For your life, Fievel, run! One-Eye covers his ears to block out the sound, as Fievel looks up to see Papa playing his violin therefore distracting the enemy.) (One-Eye closes in on the cowering Fievel with the camera focusing on both pairs of eyes, until One-Eye's single eye becomes stimulated by the noise of a screeching violin. One-Eye : I don't care what the boss says. Now, this makes it a fair fight.įievel : That's right. (One-Eye chuckles wickedly and closes in on the girls, until he hears Fievel's voice.)įievel: I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim. One-Eye: (notices Mama, Tanya, and Yasha) Huh? (One-Eye drops Mama, Tanya and Yasha, inside their tuna box, onto the pavement as he starts digging inside the Mousekewitz household, snickering.) Papa: Fievel! Fievel, my son, come back! (One-Eye thrusts his paw into the Mousekewitz household, obliviously bringing the Mousekewitzes outside.) (runs outside, stops and turns his cap inside out to become his cowboy hat, and runs into the danger ahead) [Thunder rumbles as Fievel comes back for a brief second)įievel : I forgot my hat. (freaks out) an arachnid! (falls) Aaah! (lands in a trash can)įievel : Why, those no-good ornery varmints! (gets ready to fight crime) Chula, drop in using his spider silk) It's a spy. Mama: Fievel! Fievel! Get in here with the family! Keep it clean and tidy plenty of violence, but no eating. Waul: (looms into view with the 4th member of his gang) Pay attention. One-Eye, one of the members of the gang, leaps into action, the camera zooming in on his only eye, as he is followed by Frenchy and a 3rd member.)Ĭat R. One of them, holding a newspaper in his hands, looks at the sight of the Cactus Cat Gang. (The camera cuts to the streets where the mice are feeling for their lives. (The camera cuts to an old trombone sounding the alarm and being operated by three mice.) (jumps onto the passing horse-drawn wagon down below and rides off for Grand Central Terminal) Miss Kitty : There are no good-byes between you and me. Don't make a fuss, okay? (sprays perfume that takes the shape of a shapely female cat) How do I say this? I just want a cat who's more like a dog. I don't want a tomcat, top cat or a tough tabby. Tiger : Who told you that? I'm no fraidy cat. Heck, I don't mean to be mean, but you're even a bit of a fraidy cat. Miss Kitty : City cats got too much purr in their fur. Tiger : Is there anything wrong with my breed? There's a town that promises a new frontier. Miss Kitty : I got a ticket to sunshine and I'm going west. Tiger: Can we just have an espresso and talk this over? (They hear a crashing sound from outside, followed by a yelp from Tiger.) Papa : (relieved) How blessed I am to have such fine children. Tanya : I could sing in front of the gift shop. and we don't have enough money for presents. Opportunity for what? For children to play in the filthy streets? To never see the sunshine? Fievel's birthday is coming. Papa: (depressed) They call America the land of opportunity. After it dies down, Papa relights the candle's fuse.) The Mousekewitzes are affected by the shaking as Fievel falls on the floor and the candlelight goes out, darkening the house and the screen. (The entire Mousekewitz home shakes, caused by an elevated passenger train rumbling above the New York streets. Papa : I thought things would be better in America. And dirty hands too? (clicks her tongue) Go wash.įievel : Oh, Mama, I just washed. He was surrounded by the Cactus Cat gang. Mama : Where have you been, Fievel? You're late.įievel : I had to rescue Sheriff Wylie Burp. Maybe they will throw some fruit for dessert.įievel : Yee-haa! Howdy, Mama. Tanya : (worried) Papa, they're throwing fruit and vegetables at me again. (The camera fades to the New York skyline and then pans down into the mice neighborhood.) (The bullet changes into a popgun cork, ending Fievel's fantasy, as Fievel's cowboy outfit turns back into his casual clothes and hat and the town turns back into the front cover of a Wylie Burp comic book.) (gives Fievel his sheriff's badge until a lone cat raises his pistol at Fievel) Look out behind you, kid!įemale: (offscreen) FIEVEL! Your supper's ready! Ready, ready, ready. Here, son, I want you to have one of these. Get out while you still can.įievel : If you're biting the dust, I'm going down with ya! Hopelessly surrounded by the Cactus Cat gang, he stood his ground, refusing to back down.Ĭactus Cat gang: įievel : (hustles up to Wylie Burp) Have no fear, Billy the Kid is here! the hero, Wylie Burp, squinted across the dusty street.
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