An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Page #2

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.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Toodle- oo!

[Growling] Hello.

[Yelling]

[Train Whistle]

[Tiger]

Oh, no, not again.

[Barking, Growling]

Dogfish.

[Train Whistle]

Way out West, way out West,

way out West, way out West.

[Train]

Way out West, way out West.

[Fievel]

Are we out West yet?

WestJersey,

maybe.

# Life in New York City

it's full of dread and fuss #

# Our dreams are waiting west

there's room for all of us #

#The streets are paved nuggets

all of purest gold #

# Soon we'll be millionaires... #

# Boy, have I been told #

[Train Whistle]

# No garbage and no landlord

foulin' up the air #

# No crooks or politicians

to strip our cupboards bare #

# We'll ride roaring rivers

Turn wilderness to towns #

# Our dreams will take us up

and never let us down #

# Way out West

there's room for dreamin'#

# There's wide open spaces

to see #

# Way out West

the sun's always beamin'#

# We'll be everything

we can be #

#The nights are filled with

dancing lasting 'til the day #

# Days are filled with singing

Work is just like play #

#We'll banjo, fiddle

We'll guitar, spoon #

# Everywhere we go out there

we'll play this rousing tune #

# 'Cause way out West

we'll build a new nation #

# We'll grow all the way

to the sky #

# Way out West

there's all of creation #

# We'll do and we'll never

say die, yeehaw #

# Way out West

we'll build a new nation #

# We'll go all the way

to the sky #

# Way out West

there's all of creation #

#We'll do

and we'll never say die #

Way out West, way out West,

way out West, way out West.

[Whimpering]

- Ahh, shut up.

- [Yelling]

Mother always wanted me

to be on the stage.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Cowboy.

You wouldn't be going

to Green River, would you?

[Growling]

[Tiger Groaning]

[Train Whistle]

[Mooing]

I know you.

You sold us the tickets.

Hi, my name is Fievel Mousekewitz.

[Gasping]

Heh-heh-heh-heh!

I win again, fathead.

[Male] I say you cheatin'.

You plays your last hand, Chula.

I don't think so.

I got seven more, dog chow.

Why, you dirty, rotten,

low-down, double dealing...

I don't get it, boss. How come

we're not munching those mice?

Oui. "Zees" fraternity "wiz" mice

does run counter to nature.

Which would you rather have,

the crouton or the salad?

Of course

we will eat the mice,

but only after we have

exploited their labors.

[Cat R. Waul]

We are nice to the mice...

because it is intelligent

to be so.

If we talk sweetly,

they will come in droves.

If we hiss, they will run

and we will have to chase them,

an unnecessary expenditure

of calories.

So when do we take

the big bite, boss?

When do we get to eat them?

When, when, when?

When my empire at Green River

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.

Where musicians receive

their proper due.

Where young mousettes

fulfill their every, dream.

Will you help me build this world?

[Cheering]

Water,

I need water.

Fievel.

I'm right here.

Mama, I'm coming.

Mama, I'm right here.

Fievel.

Mama, I'm coming.

Mama.

[Echoing]

Fievel.

[Echoing]

Fievel.

Mama! Papa!

Mama.

Yeo-o-o-o-ow!

This is the worst

moment of my life.

I wouldn't wish

this on a dog.

Maybe a dog.

# Oh, my darling

Oh, my darling #

[Female] Who?

# Oh, my darling... #

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