An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Page #2

Sheriff Wylie Burp

is probably the finest...

law-dog in the West,

actually, y'all.

Wylie Burp, wow!

Too bad there aren't any desperadoes

left to round up. Hee- hee- hee!

- I'll take a ticket.

- Three tickets, please.

Don't push, please.

Plenty for all.

- Three tickets.

- Three for you, jolly good.

Come on, Papa.

Let's go.

There is opportunity

out West.

Maybe they have a better

appreciation of singers.

So what are we fiddling

around here for?

Let's go west!

Jolly, jolly good.

Anybody still like

some tickets, y'all?

[Meowing]

[Crash]

[Groaning]

Oh, those nine lives

come in handy. Fiev.

[Tiger]

Fievel.

Hello.

Wow, it's empty.

Oh, no.

What's this?

Oh, no!

"Dear Tiger,

We left New York.

"We're taking the train to a town

out West called Green River.

"I tried to find you to tell you, but I

guess you were somewhere with Miss Kitty.

"I miss you and I hope

I see you again sometime.

Your best friend,

Fievel."

Train, the train!

They're taking the train.

[Mumbling]

[Papa]

Hurry, Mama.

The train won't wait.

I'm sure we forgot something.

Let us see.

We have your violin tools,

pots and pans,

your pipe,

the tail curler,

whisker comb...

and grandpa's

cheese knife.

I hope we have everything.

Don't worry.

It will be wonderful.

[Train Whistle]

[Female]

Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him well.

- [Opera Singing]

- Look, Mama,

an actor and a singer.

Tanya, stop that. You shouldn't

stare at the less fortunate.

Last call, all passengers

bound for Altuna,

Akron, Elkhart,

Oskaloosa and Green River.

Fievel,

what is wrong with you?

You should be happy.

We are going west.

I was hoping Tiger

would come say good- bye.

Will I ever see him again, Papa?

Who am I to know?

Tiger was a wonderful cat,

but he was still a cat.

Someday you will understand.

When, Papa?

When will I

understand?

If growing up were easy,

would it take so long?

Bye, Tiger,

wherever you are.

You're the best cat

I ever met.

[Tiger]

I gotta catch up with that train.

Fievel, wait for me.

Wait for me, please. [Barking]

Oh, dogs, I hate those guys.

[Barking]

[Purring,

Yelling]

[Train Whistle]

Oh, good.

Fievel's train hasn't left yet.

[Growling]

- [Barking]

- I want my mommy.

Uh-oh.

[Yelling]

- Grr!

- [Blowing]

[Pinball Machine Sounds]

[Growling]

[Tiger]

Listen, you guys, be nice.

[Barking]

Oh!

[Barking]

Ah-ha-ha!

Oops!

[Yelling]

[Growling]

Cat got your tongue?

Wait!

That's definitely...

That's my train!

I want it.

Ah-ha-ha!

Please, I'll be good.

I'll always lick.

I'll always cover my...

[Stammering]

I made it.

What a stupid dog.

Na-na-na-na-na-na. Your

mother was never housebroken.

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