Stuart Little Page #2

Something formal, I should think. I'm not sure

of the fabric, but it should breathe.

He has a tendency to burrow and climb

and generally scurry about.

Well, I'm sure we can find something to

suit your particular need.

Here we have Barbados Ben.

Chef Ben.

Lumberjack Ben.

And, of course, Gladiator Ben.

- Does Ben always dress like this?

- No, madam.

There are many moods of Ben... and it

all depends on the occasion.

Well, what if the occasion were a

simple family party?

I think I have just the thing.

There they are.

- George?

- Shopping?

- Stuart, everything all right in there?

- Don't come in.

Shy.

How do I look?

- Fantastic. I hardly recognize you.

- Very smart.

You look just like a Little.

I do? Good.

I was worried I was gonna look

just like Ben.

Hi, auntie.

- Crenshaw!

- Frederick!

Little high, Little low.

Little hey, Little ho!

We come bearing gifts

for young Stuart.

Yes, where is my new nephew?

The Little family's getting

bigger and bigger.

Boy.

That's a lot of Littles.

Uncle Crenshaw!

There's my favorite little nephew.

You can't say that anymore, Crenshaw.

Right. Now we have two favorite

little nephews.

- Where is the lad?

- He has a lot of gifts to open.

Are any of those for me?

Attention, everybody. We'd like to introduce you to someone.

This is Stuart.

Hello, everyone.

- He's a, a...

- ...dorable!

- Adorable!

- Yeah, that's right.

I couldn't think of the word.

Oh, Stuart, look!

Look at that! This is a real Schmelling.

- Those are the best kind.

- You know what they say:

- "If it ain't Schmelling"...

- "It ain't bowling".

Look here, Stuart. Climb on up here, son. Plant your

caboose right up here.

He may have to grow into it.

I think he's grown a little since

we've been here.

That's what happened to me. One summer,

I just shot right up.

May I say something?

In the orphanage, we used to tell fairy tales...

... of finding our families and having a party like this.

A party with cakes and presents and

all varieties of meat loaf.

A party with a big family who came from

far away just to wish us well.

I don't know much about families... but

this must be the nicest family in the world.

So I just wanted to thank each of you.

Because now I know...

...fairy tales are real.

Fairy tales are real?

I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.

Now it's time for the best present of all.

It's something for you and George.

Stand next to Stuart.

This is something that gave your father and me...

...hours of enjoyment when we were

young brothers...

...just like you and Stuart.

This ball...

...belonged to your

great-great-grandfather...

...Jedediah Little.

Remember, Frederick, those long

summer days playing catch?

George, why don't you take your

brother outside and toss around

the old horsehide.

Yeah, what do you say, George? You ready?

Are you all nuts? Bicycles and bowling balls?

How's he gonna toss a baseball?

How's he gonna do any of those things?

He's not my brother. He's a mouse.

- Time to go.

- Excellent idea.

What, what? Where?

Stuart, did I hurt you? What's the matter?

I just wanted to ask you something,

but you were already asleep.

- What did you wanna ask?

- About my real family.

You know, the ones I look like.

- He hates us.

- We've never been hated before.

No, It's not that. It's not that at all.

It's just that... something's missing.

I feel an empty space inside me...

... and I want to know what was there before.

You have an empty space. That's so sad.

Oh, dear. I hope I haven't left you

dismayed and disappointed.

- No, don't, no.

- No, we don't feel dismayed and disappointed.

- Not at all.

- Are you sure?

We're certain, Stuart. And if you want us

to, we'll find out about your real parents.

Well, good night, then.

Out of the question and it's against the rules.

Besides, It's very hard to track mouse families.

They're not very good with paperwork.

- But he has an empty space.

- Are there problems with Stuart?

Problem...? No, not at all.

- Well, there's been a few...

- Difficulties.

Difficulties?

Well, like the cat trying to eat him

when we first brought him home.

He spat the boy out, of course,

in one heck of a jiffy. Mrs. Keeper....

He wants to know about his family. Any

child would have questions about that.

Yes.

Hey, Snow?

I know that you and I got off on

the wrong paw.

I just wanted to see if we could start out fresh.

You know? Clean slate.

- What do you say? Wanna be friends?

- No.

Okay, then.

He's playing with my head. He's trying

to psych me out.

- Sick little rodent!

- Snow, let me in!

- I'm starving! What's in the dish?

- Oh, no. Monty the Mouth.

If he sees Stuart, it'll be all

over the neighborhood.

- Go away! There's no food here.

- Please.

I'm not picky, as long as it ain't meat loaf.

That stuff gives me gas, something awful.

- Sorry, it's meat loaf.

- Beggars can't be choosers. Load me

up and light a match.

No, Monty. Stop. You don't wanna do that.

Hey, I eat from garbage cans, drink from public toilets.

- Like a little gas will bother me.

- No, wait. Don't!

Oh, great. What am I gonna tell him now?

- Monty, I can explain.

- Explain what?

- Explain that you should stuff your face.

- Oh, thanks.

I don't wanna rush you, but you

have to leave.

The Littles are due back any minute, and they

don't like strange cats in the house.

Not that you're strange.

- Aaa!

- Hey, Snow, what's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- You're the one acting strange.

What is it? Worms? Fleas?

- Yeah, you look pale. Maybe you should see a vet.

- A vet? What a swell idea.

Do you know anybody? I'm not happy with mine.

- He makes us wait, and his hands are cold.

- What was that?

- What was that... what?

- What was that-- What?

Well, I hate to eat and run.

No, please. By all means, run.

- Run like the wind!

- Phew, that was gross.

Hey, Snow, I almost forgot to thank you.

- What the...?

- Oh, no.

- Oh, my pants.

- They're really putting some wild

prizes in there, haa, Monty?

Hello. You must be a friend of Snowbell's.

- I'm Stuart.

- Aren't you gonna run?

- Why?

- Because you're a mouse.

I'm not just a mouse. I'm also a

member of this family.

- Oh, no.

- A mouse with a pet cat.

A mouse with a pet cat!

- I guess that is pretty funny.

- Pretty funny?! I'm gonna wet my fur!

I'm gonna wet my fur! A mouse with

a pet cat! Your new little master.

Your new little master. Wait till

the boys hear about this.

The humiliation. I'm gonna kill you!

Come back here!

All right. No more Mr. Nice Kitty.

You!

Get out of there! You can't go in there.

That's George's room! Come back. Come on out.

I won't hurt you. I just wanna show you something.

- What are you doing here?

- I just thought I'd drop in.

- Did you build these?

- Me and my dad.

This is incredible. It's like being in

a real live Western.

Howdy, partner. Draw, you lily-livered,

yellow-bellied son-of-a-one-eyed-prairie-dog.

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