An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Page #4

is complete...

and when we have

a better mousetrap.

Mouseburgers!

Mouseburgers!

Yes, mouseburgers indeed.

Music... to aid the digestion.

Help!

[Humming]

#[Violin]

Next stop:
mouth,

throat, stomach,

intestine and, you guessed it,

Green River.

Whoa, oh!

Whoa, whoa, oh!

Uh-oh.

What do we

have here?

It appears to be

a young pioneer.

The feline in me would like

to devour this tender morsel,

but the businessman

in me knows if I do,

the other mice will miss

him and come looking.

But the gourmet in me

quivers at the thought...

of mouse tartar.

But the entrepreneur prefers

not to be inundated...

by suspicious mice that

could jeopardize my plan.

So I must exercise...

both willpower

and finesse.

Scamper back to your

parents, little mouse.

Do be careful.

It's hazardous out there.

- Bye.

- Give him the flying "ahh."

- Make it good.

- I love the flying "ahh"!

[Wicked Laughing]

Mouse overboard!

Where?

What?

I just love

the flying "ahh."

- Ahh!

- Fievel!

Fievel, my son.

Don't be a fool,

Mousekewitz!

[Groaning]

[Tiger]

Excuse me. You got a minute?

Are there any

rest stops on this trip?

Hey, wait for me.

You can't leave me here.

I burn easily.

I'm...

lost, all alone in

a million-acre cat box.

Phoo!

[Train Whistle]

[Mama]

My son, Fievel.

[Sniffling]

[Moaning]

You know something?

I think we got snookered.

No, Mama, this is what the land

of opportunity looks like... I think.

It feels empty and lonely.

Over here,

over here.

Hey, you,

this is my place.

This is my place.

Wanna buy it?

[Mama] Papa, quick.

[Papa] All right, we may be slower,

but we are smarter.

All these speedy mices

are fighting over the land.

In this dusty country you

want to be near the water.

So this is what we

left New York for.

This is what we

lost Fievel for.

Chula, do this.

Chula, do that.

I'm a good-looking

spider, no?

There's lots of women

like to marry me.

Mama, Fievel will come.

He's a Mousekewitz.

If we work hard, Green River

will be everything we dreamed.

The water, for instance.

In days it will be

a beautiful waterfall.

That patch of mud will be

a rich field covered with grain.

Prairie dogs will graze on that land,

and the city will prosper.

The water.

Without water...

how can we survive?

Please, there's no need for such a

bleak assessment of your situation.

After all,

what are neighbors for?

A cup of sugar,

a saucer of cream.

A pail of water,

perhaps.

Water? I'll give 'em water.

[Spitting]

I'd like to share

a vision.

A vision of a better world.

My eyes!

A world where cats and mice

live and work side by side.

A world where mothers raise

their mouselings without fear.

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