An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

[Fievel]

And then the hero, Wylie Burp,

squinted across

the dusty street.

Hopelessly surrounded by the Cactus Cat

gang, he stood his ground,

refusing to back down.

[Laughing]

Have no fear,

Billy the Kid is here.

It's too tough, kid.

Get out while you can.

If you're biting the dust,

I'm going down with ya.

[Gunshots]

[Yelling]

[Wylie Burp] You saved my life.

I'll never forget this, kid.

Here, son, I want you

to have one of these.

Look out behind you.

[Female]

Fievel, your supper's ready.

[Echoing]

Ready, ready, ready.

Ouch!

Fievel!

Fievel!

#Somewhere out there #

# Beneath the

pale moonlight #

# Someone's

thinking of me #

#And loving me... #

[Splattering]

#And loving me... #

[Splattering]

#And loving me... #

[Man] Shut up!

Papa, they're throwing fruit

and vegetables at me again.

Keep singing. Maybe they will

throw some fruit for dessert.

Another night

without cheese.

Yee-haa!

Howdy, Mama.

I come to rustle

me up some grub.

Where have you been,

Fievel? You're late.

I had to rescue

Sheriff Wylie Burp.

He was surrounded

by the Cactus Cat gang.

Oh, such a

tall tale, Fievel.

And dirty hands too?

Go. Wash.

Oh, Mama, I just washed...

yesterday.

I thought things would be

better in America.

In Russia, my violins were

famous. We never went hungry.

Maybe Tanya should sing again.

Very funny.

You'll see.

Someday I'll be a big star.

People will come

from miles around.

Yeah, to eat.

Mama!

Fievel...

[Gasping]

[Grunting]

[Papa] They call America

the land of opportunity.

Opportunity

for what?

For children to play in the filthy streets?

To never see the sunshine?

Fievel's birthday

is coming...

and we don't have

enough money for presents.

Oh, Papa,

I don't care.

I could sing in front

of the gift shop.

- Maybe they'll throw presents.

- [Laughing]

How blessed I am to have

such fine children.

Maybe things will get better.

[Crash]

Tiger?

Tiger!

Can we have an espresso

and talk this over?

Listen, Tiger. You're an alley cat.

Pretty please.

Born and bred.

How true.

I got a ticket to sunshine

and I'm going west.

There's a town that

promises a new frontier...

and a brand-new

breed of cat.

Is there anything

wrong with my breed?

City cats got too much

purr in their fur.

Not enough growl

in their howl.

Look at you.

You catnap, cat around.

Heck, I don't mean

to be mean,

but you're even

a bit of a fraidy cat.

Who told

you that?

I'm no fraidy cat.

I'll show you.

I'll show them. I'm no fraidy cat.

Tiger.

I don't want a tomcat,

top cat or a tough tabby.

I just want...

How do I say this?

I just want a cat

who's more like a dog.

[Neighing]

That's my ride out West.

Show me you're tough.

Don't make a fuss, okay?

[Purring]

You don't mean...

this is good-bye?

There are no good-byes

between you and me.

After all, we'll always

have the Bronx.

Here's looking

at you, kid.

The Bronx,

that's right.

The Bronx, right.

I won't make a fuss.

I can handle it.

I can...

[Purring]

I can, uh... I can, uh...

[Sobbing]

# [Trombone]

Cat attack!

Cat attack!

[Yelling And Screaming]

Pay attention.

Keep it clean and tidy;

plenty of violence,

but no eating.

Right.

Carry on, chaps.

[Crying]

[Mama]

Fievel! Fievel!

Get in here

with the family!

Oh, no! The mice!

Aw, gee!

[Cackling]

Peekaboo.

[Laughing]

Oh, I got...

I gotta do something.

I will be tough.

I will be brave.

[Tiger]

It's a spy... a spee... a spide... de...

de... de...

an arachnid!

Aaah!

Why, those no-good ornery varmints.

Fievel, my son.

Come back!

- Oh!

- [Thundering]

- Oh, thank heavens.

- I forgot my hat.

[Wicked Laughter]

[Papa] Fievel, come back.

Hee-ya.

[Papa] Fievel!

Fievel, my son,

come back!

[Yelling]

Da...

Da-da!

- Huh?

- [Gasping]

Heh-heh-heh!

Hee-heh-heh!

[Fievel] I see you're missing an eye.

- This makes it a fair fight.

- Yeah?

That's right.

I'm talking to you, fur head.

[Growling]

Fur head?

[Gasping]

I don't care what the boss says.

This mouse is lunch.

Heh-heh-heh- heh!

Run! Run, Fievel!

- Oh, no.

- [Thundering]

[Screeching]

For your life, Fievel,

run!

Mama, Tanya,

get in!

Fievel!

Papa,

get in!

Everybody, together,

run!

Run!

Jolly, jolly good.

Now for my part.

Look!

[Screaming]

Aaah!

[Splashing]

[Coughing]

- Let's go on that ride again.

- Where did I get such a son?

[Male]

Why, howdy, fine mice.

I'm in

desperate need ofhelp.

I've come into possession

of railway tickets to the West.

Tickets to sunshine

that I will be unable to use.

Surely there are

some of y'all...

looking for a little

elbow room, y'all.

Now, I ain't gonna lie.

There are problems out West.

There's a lot of bright sunshine

and fresh air.

But after these opulent,

aromatic sewers, that might be...

upsetting for you all,

you all, y'all,

sorry.

I'll take one.

I'll take 15.

Hold your horses

one minute, y'all.

There's plenty for

everyone, yes, sirree.

Are there

any cats out West?

There certainly are.

If you have prejudices...

against cats

you better stay put.

On the frontier

cats and mice help each other.

The anointed leader of cats,

Mr. Cat R. Waul,

is the most enlightened,

intelligent, sophisticated,

charming, non-narcissistic,

debonair, suave,

dashing, renaissance cats

you could...

ever wish to meet.

Uh, ah, the fact is,

cats even get along

with the dogs out there.

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?

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