An American Tail Page #4

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Papa.

Papa.

Papa!

Grand and Hester streets!

Here, Papa. Here I am.

Papa?

Are you there?

Oh, my word! A mouse!

What's going on up there?

Hey! Shut up out there!

What's going on up there?

Hey, Fillie!

I've been looking all over for you.

Pardon the expression,

but you look like something

the cat dragged in, you know?

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Listen, you go

running off like that

and you're gonna get

yourself seriously lost.

Stick with me, okay?

Hey, hey, hey. Hey!

What, we engaged or something?

Why can't we try to

find Fievel, Papa?

Oh.

Just try!

I know, Papa.

Play your violin.

Play Fievel's song.

Oy, Tanya.

Maybe he'll hear it.

You can't find what's not there.

Okay, okay.

I got it all figured out.

We'll start looking for

your family over in...

This is America.

Don't be afraid.

Are you going to let

those cats push you around?

Tony? Hey, Tony, where you going?

I ask you this.

Are we going to stand by

and let cats wreck our homes,

our businesses and our lives?

If we all got together, we could

do something about the cats!

Yeah. We should all get together.

This is America.

We have free speech.

You can say "cat" here.

Cat, cat, cat!

And double cat!

Shh! Not so loud.

Shh.

Please, not that word.

Wait a minute. Come back!

Where are you going?

Oh.

So,

if we all got together,

we could do something about the...

Cats.

Yeah.

Cat...

Ca...

Cat.

Tony?

Tony, what's wrong with you?

But there are no cats in America.

That does it.

I'm getting out of here!

Mmm-hmm, me too.

What are you all afraid of?

Cats, cats, cats, cats.

Papa told me.

Everyone knows it.

There are no cats.

Hey, you all right?

I mean, you ain't

hurt or nothing, are you?

No. No, I'm okay.

Thank you.

No, really, I'm all right.

Really, I am.

How about you?

Nah!

Who do those cats think they are?

I'll show them

a thing or two next time.

Hey, where's Fillie?

Fillie? Who's Fillie?

Oh, I gotta find him.

He's just a kid.

Fillie!

Tony!

Whoa!

Phew! Hmm. Some scrap, huh?

There are cats here.

Wait till I tell Papa!

If I find him.

You see,

he's looking for his family.

Aw, the poor darling.

Wait a minute!

Honest John, at Tammany Hall.

He'll know where your family is.

He will?

Tony, he knows every mouse in the city!

Ha! Told you to stick with me, yeah?

Come on.

Oh!

Well, Mr. There Are

No Whats in America?

Mmm?

Cats.

It's me third wake today,

and I'm not finished.

We've got to do

something about them cats.

Besides paying Warren T. Rat

for no protection.

Oh, oh, poor lad.

So young.

He never had a chance to vote.

Well, he'll vote from now on.

I'll see to that.

Honest John.

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