Stuart Little Page #4

- But now we can be a family again.

- Absolutely. Are these salted?

Dear. The children.

George, Stuart, I think we need to

talk to the Stouts alone.

Don't worry. Mom and Dad will take care of it.

Mr. and Mrs. Stout, I'm afraid there's been a mistake.

Stuart can't leave with you. He's...

- One of the family.

- Exactly.

You may feel like he's family,

but he'll never really be family.

You may not realize it, but

I'm sure he does.

There's something you'll never be able

to give him, because you're human.

- No offence!

- It's a place that you'll

never be able to fill.

An empty space.

- Mom... Dad, you want me to leave?

- No.

- Dear, we just want what's best for you.

- But Stuart lives here.

- George, come on. This is hard for all of us.

- This stinks!

I don't understand. I thought I was

in a fairy tale.

Fairy tales are made-up stories, Stuart.

This is real. This is about where you belong.

Please come home, Stuart.

Your real home.

You're gonna love it, son. We

live on a golf course!

- We look right over the ninth fairway!

- It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

Hey, taxi!

What's a mouse have to do to

get a cab in this city?

You'll speak to George for me,

won't you?

I'd hate to say goodbye to a

basement door.

Of course.

Taxi! Yo, taxi!

Time to go, Stuart!

Well, goodbye.

We love you.

I love you too, Mom... Mrs. Little.

Boy, that looks heavy. You need

some help with that? Camille?

- Frederick, let's do something.

- What?

Let's just make them go away.

We're bigger than they are.

We'll say, "Go. Shoo". We'll

scare their little whiskers off.

- Eleanor, you're not being rational.

- Rational, shmmational.

- Something about this is not right. I just know it.

- Look at them. They just fit.

So what? I have shoes that fit

and I hate them! As Stuart's mother...

But you're not. She is.

Stuart, wait!

George?

I want you to have this.

Not the roadster, George.

You love this car. I couldn't.

- I want you to.

- Thanks, George.

I wish you didn't have to go.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'll miss you too, George.

When the moon hits your eye

Like a big pizza pie

That's amore!

Sing with me, Stuie.

When the world seems to shine

Like you had too much wine

You'll have to tell me your favorite

foods so I can fix them for you.

- What for? You can't cook.

- But I can learn. We're a family now.

And there's a lot of adjustments

we'll have to make. Right, Reggie?

Right, Camille.

- Well, here we are, Stuie, the family home.

- The family home.

- The family home.

- Mind you, this is just our summer place.

Winter time, we live in a crawl space above

a delicatessen. You like corned beef, Stuie?

- How's it prepared?

- Prepared?

- It drops out of a fat guy's mouth, we grab it and run.

- Sounds like an acquired taste.

Acquired taste? I love this kid!

- Your new bedroom, Stuart.

- We hope you like it.

Well, good night. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

I'm serious about those bedbugs.

Keep an eye open.

It's very kind of you to

check on us like this.

Actually, I had something to tell you.

But first, how are things going?

- It's been difficult.

- Difficult?

- No, very difficult.

- Very difficult?

- Worse.

- Worse than very difficult?

- Yes, It's been almost...

- Unbearable.

- Just the word I was looking for.

- Maybe this isn't a good time then.

- You see, I came over|to give you some news.

- What type of news?

- They had an accident.

- Who?

- Stuart's parents.

- My goodness. Well, are they all right?

- No. They didn't make it.

- Oh, no. Oh, my!

- What happened?

- Well, apparently...

...they were grocery shopping,

canned-food aisle.

There was an unsteady pyramid of

cans and it collapsed.

Took three bag boys to dig them out. They had

to identify them by their dental records.

- Oh, how horrible!

- Cream of mushroom soup. Two-for-one sale.

- That's a very heavy soup.

- How is Stuart taking it?

- Well, he doesn't know.

- You mean no one's told him?

Does he have to know?

Six months after they don't come back,

won't he wonder where they went?

- But they've been gone for years.

- Years? How is that possible?

Because they died years ago.

Which part is confusing you?

Stuart's parents came and

took him away three days ago.

Three days ago? Stuart's parents died in a

tragic cream-mushroom-soup incident years ago.

I just told you.

We have to take this up with the police.

Mrs. Little? I'm Detective Sherman.

This is my partner, Detective Allen.

- We understand your son is missing.

- Thank you for coming.

They know about the Stouts!

- The jig is up! What will we do?

- Get a hold of yourself.

I'm in big...! I'm in deep poopy-do!

Calm down. Calm down. Don't

get your fur in a bunch.

All we need is a new plan.

We do what we should've done

in the first place.

- We scratch him out.

- Scratch him out? But, Smokey!

The police are involved. I don't

wanna get kicked out of my house.

I'm not a street cat.

I'm a house cat.

- I don't wanna lose my furry basket or my tinkle ball!

- Buddy, pull yourself together.

It's settled. Stuart Little gets

scratched tonight.

Okay. Very good.

Mr. and Mrs. Little, you'll

have to come downtown.

Detective Sherman, what are our

chances of seeing Stuart again?

You want it straight?

- No.

- Absolutely not.

Well, in that case... Stuart's

probably home right now waiting for you.

Maybe we should hear it a

little straighter than that.

In a case like this... if the kidnappers

have not called by now...

...then they're not interested in money.

- What are they interested in?

- Kicks.

Exactly. It's my guess these two sickos...

...are on some kind of cross-country

mouse-killing spree.

- Well, thank you.

- You can kiss this boy goodbye.

- Thank you, detective.

- It's over. The things I've seen.

Phil, where is that book on the grisly

photos? Believe me, you don't want to see this.

It'll only take a second. Right off

the bat. Look at this one.

- This one kept me awake for weeks.

- Awww!!!

- What did they want?

- Where's the boy?

Oh, no.

Stuart, wake up.

- Get dressed.

- Why?

- We're taking you for a ride.

- Where are we going?

Some friends of ours have

gathered just to meet you.

- A gathering? What should I wear?

- It doesn't matter. Wear anything.

- Is it formal?

- Just put something on!

Why is Mom crying?

Mom? I'm not angry at you for

putting me up for adoption.

And now that I'm a Stout again, I'll

always be here to take care of you.

Because that's what families do.

Mom, they take care of each other.

Tell him the truth!

You made a deal with a cat?

He had us cornered at the bottom

of the cup on the 5th floor.

- It was curtains.

- So you agreed to pose as my parents?

- You lied and cheated?

- Yes!

- You took me away from the Littles

just when we were all so happy?

- Yes!

- That's wonderful.

- I think you missed something.

That's why I've been feeling sad.

That's why I keep thinking of them!

I'm not a Stout, I'm a Little!

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