Stuart Little Page #3

- I'm trying to concentrate.

- Sorry.

- Is that a train?

- What's it look like, picklehead?

Could we play with it? Please, please, please?

Help! Somebody help me!

Help! Please! Somebody help me!

- Thank you very much. Thank you.

- You're crazy.

I have an idea.

Hop in.

- Wow, a roadster!

- Go ahead, check it out.

- Stuart, what's wrong?

- Nothing...

It's the first time I've fit in

since I got here.

- What's that?

- Oh, that.

That's the Wasp.

She is beautiful.

- But she's not finished.

- When are you gonna finish it?

Well, me and my dad were building her,

but I decided to stop.

- How come?

- I'm too little for a race like that.

Little? You're not little. Well, not to me.

Stuart, you've never seen one of these races.

There's hundreds of people there. Everybody

from school. I mean... what if you lost?

At least you'll have been somewhere.

Come on, George. What do you say?

Let's get started.

You know... I'm not sure I want a brother.

- How about a friend?

- I guess I can always use a friend.

- George?

- Yes, Dad?

- Have you seen Stuart?

- He's down here with me.

What are you doing to him?

- He's helping me finish the Wasp.

- That's wonderful, son.

That's terrific.

- Can't race her like this. Right, George?

- Right.

- When's the next race?

- In two days.

- Two days?

- We'll be ready.

- How about we all go together?

- It's a wonderful idea.

- That would be great.

- All of us together. The whole family.

The whole family.

I'm telling you, Snowy, this guy

can fix anything.

But they're alley cats: mean, vicious

and all hopped up on catnip.

- Quit being a scared-cat. You wanna

get rid of the mouse or not?

- Of course I do.

All right, then. Hey, Smokey!

- Smokey, It's me. It's me, Monty.

- What is it now?

- Well, my friend Snowbell here needs a favor.

- Snowbell? There's a manly name.

- You see, sir, I've got this mouse at home I can't eat.

- Sensitive stomach?

No. I can't eat him, because he's

a member of the family.

A mouse with a pet cat?

- Isn't that funny?

- That's not funny.

That's sick. A cat can't have

a rodent for a master.

I mean, what's the world coming to? It's

against the laws of nature.

Word of this gets out, it'll be

bad for cats all over.

- So you think you can help me?

- Consider it done.

Did you hear that, Monty? Thank you,

Mr. Smokey, sir.

- I'll never forget this. Really.

- Don't worry, Tinkerbell. I'm all over it.

Tinkerbell. He called me Tinkerbell.

- You're a funny guy.

- Whatever.

Jeez, house cats.

- Are you sure he'll keep this hush-hush?

- Are you kidding? Cat's got his tongue. Get it?

Cat's got his tongue because he's a cat.

- Shut up.

- Okay.

Ahoy, fellow yachtsmen.

And welcome, everyone, to the 92nd annual...

...Central Park Boat Race...

...undoubtedly model racing's most

prestigious event.

Children from all over New York

gather here every year...

...to see whose boat will prevail.

Who will win the race and take home

the magnificent trophy?

- Anchor up?

- Check.

- Stays all battened?

- Check.

- Rudder?

- Check.

- Sail?

- Check.

They're doing checks.

- George, Stuart, would you like a hot dog?

- Check.

And from Manhattan's Upper West Side...

...the Wasp, piloted by George Little.

Everything appears to be in shipshape.

But to be on the safe side, I'll

check the hull for leaks.

Oh, no. Anton.

Gee, George, what did you do? Get

that out of a cereal box?

I'm glad you're here, George. Someone's

gotta finish last.

I don't like that child.

All set to get under way.

It's time to get those boats in

the water and grab your remote.

- Stuart, get the remote.

- Aye-aye, captain.

Wow, doesn't she look great?

Are you okay?

- Maybe we should go home.

- Why?

- I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.

- You don't have lucky underwear.

Maybe we should get some and

then come back for another race.

George, listen, I know how worried

you are about losing, believe me.

But you know what we say? The

thing that really matters...

- Is to never stop trying. Okay?

- Okay.

That's the spirit.

Everyone to your places. The

race is about to start.

Where's Stuart?

Look out, sir!

Stuart, are you hurt?

- Stuart, what happened?

- It was completely my fault.

I couldn't grip it.

Nice going, Captain Loser.

George, wait.

- Oh, honey. Everything will be all right.

- No, it won't.

- Maybe we could fix it. A little glue. Who'll know?

- Mom.

This is awful. Our first family

outing. I ruined everything.

Well, you know, Stuart...

...these things happen.

- But what about George?

- I'll be right back.

George, you know what?

Because we can't be in the race doesn't

mean our family outing has to be ruined.

All boats to your marks. Ready, and...

And the race is on.

I think we should just go home.

The sails are full and...There's

a mouse on that boat?

- Stuart!

- Stuart!

- George!

- Stuart!

- What are you doing?

- Sailing. I hope.

Stuart, come back here this minute.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- I don't know how!

- The players are jockeying for position.

- Frederick, I don't like this one bit.

- Your mother doesn't like this.

- I'm okay, Mom!

- Go, Stuart!

- Tighten the mainsail!

- What's a mainsail?

Move!

Come on, Stuart!

- Gee, George, you all done crying?

- Yeah.

- You all done being a jerk?

- No.

Don't worry, George! I won't

let you down!

Away those boats are sailing...

- Frederick, what if he falls?

- Remember, he's quite a fine swimmer.

- That's cheating. You can't do that.

- Well, I just did.

Oh, dear.

- What is he doing?

- I think he's hiking out.

Hope that mouse can swim.

- Wasp is taking the lead.

- Stuart, look out!

That can't be good.

- Look what that stupid mouse

did to my sail.

- He's not a stupid mouse.

You're right. He's a stupid rat.

- Hey, come on.

- Get off me. Get off!

Stuart!

Something's wrong.

What's happening?

Who is that mouse anyway?

That's no mouse. That's my brother.

- Little high, Little low!

- Little hey, Little ho!

Frederick, look at them.

You know what? This calls for a picture.

- What's wrong?

- Well, It's just...

...you four look great together.

This is the happiest moment of my life.

I feel 10 inches tall.

I'll get that.

- Mr. Little.

- Yes?

Down here.

- Very sorry to disturb you at your lovely abode.

- I hope we're not intruding.

- My name's Reginald Stout. This is

my wife, Camille.

- An extreme pleasure.

- We're looking for Stuart.

- Are you friends of his?

Well, not exactly.

- Fellow yachtsmen?

- Guess again.

- Reggie, just tell them.

- We're his parents.

Reggie, stop it!

It's so good to see you again, Stuart.

There's so much we have to catch up on.

Why didn't you want me?

Stuart, it shames me to say this, but you

weren't born into a prosperous home.

That's right. We couldn't feed you, dear.

Couldn't feed him? How much could he eat?

- George, please.

- Letting you go was the toughest

choice we ever made.

- It was?

- Yes.

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