Stuart Little Page #5

I'm Stuart Little!

I'm Stuart Little!

Stuart, please. You have to listen to us.

The cats have decided you're

too risky to keep around.

They ordered us to hand you over to them.

As your fake father, I order you to run.

- I'll go home.

- Home?

That's miles from here. And every cat

in the city is looking for you.

- Besides, you could get lost.

- No, I can't.

Every Little in the world can find

the Little house.

Bye, fake father! Goodbye, fake mother!

- Goodbye, fake son.

- Goodbye, Stuart.

- I'm gonna miss that boy.

- I'm gonna miss that car.

- Well, I think we have to...

- Tell him.

- Who has the glue?

- I'm the glue man.

What's going on?

- We're making posters.

- We'll put them up all over the city.

- They describe Stuart and offer

a reward when we find him.

- Isn't it wonderful? It was all George's idea.

Never stop trying. Right, Dad?

- Listen, I'm afraid this isn't gonna work.

- Why not?

Frederick.

- Because there's no picture. We

need a picture of Stuart.

- The family photo.

- Smokey. Hey, Smokey.

- Keep it down.

It's me, Lucky.

I just heard from the Brooklyn cats.

Bad news. The Stouts squealed.

- I knew those mice were rats.

- The kids's on his way home. What do we do?

No problem. He's got to go

through the park, right?

- Let's meet him and have ourselves a little picnic.

- Great. I'll bring herring.

Moron! The mouse is the picnic.

Every Little in the world

can find the Little house.

I'm a Little. I'm a Little.

I'm a little lost.

How you doing? You must be Stuart.

- Actually, I must be going.

- What's your hurry, Murray?

Yeah, where are you going, Murray...

Stuart? What's his name?

Hey, come back here, you little rat!

- He's getting away!

- Lucky, Red, get him, come on!

- He's going backwards!

- He's a hell of a driver!

- Go, go, go, go!

- We got him!

- I got him, Smokey. Yeah, I got him.

- The only thing that you guys got

are big mouths.

So shut up and run!

- Geronimo!

- Banzai!

We got him now!

- I got him! I got him!

- Get him, Red!

- I hope he runs out of gas!

- I hope you do.

- Why don't you run in the back?

- I can't help it.

- I have a nervous stomach.

- And I have an empty stomach!

Now, get that mouse!

Did you see that? Damn.

- Nobody could've survived that. Right, boss?

- Yeah, the mouse is sleeping with the fishes.

Long, wet nap.

- Hey, the sewer rat's alive! After him!

- No way. I'm a cat. I don't do water.

- All right, Red, you go.

- Oh, no. You want to do water,

hire a spaniel.

I don't believe this. What are you

guys, a bunch of house cats?

Oh, no! Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Crenshaw, Tina, Uncle Stretch, you go uptown.

Cover as many streets as you can.

Edgar, Beatrice, Spencer, you take downtown.

Every side street and back alley.

Estelle. You better go with them.

- Where do I go?

- You come with us. We'll circle the park.

I made it. I can't believe it.

I'm home.

Mom! Dad! I'm coming!

Mom, Dad, George!

It's me, Stuart! I'm back!

Mom, Dad, George!

Where is everybody?

There's nobody else here.

It's just you and me, kid.

- Where'd they go?

- Movies, I think.

- Movies?

- Ever since you left. It's just movies, parties...

...roller-skating, amusement parks.

They're having the time of their lives.

- They are?

- Oh, sure.

I hate to have to tell you this,

but they're celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

- Can't you guess?

- No.

- They were just so happy to get rid of you.

That's a lie! I don't believe that.

- Oh, boy.

- I wish I could spare you this.

This is gonna break your little

heart. Look up there.

- At what?

- See for yourself.

They did that right after you left.

Mrs. Little said, "Who wants to

look at that face anymore?"

- She did?

- Yeah.

- And George?

- She gave it to him, and he tore it up.

- He did?

- Yeah.

I'd give you the pieces, but

Mr. Little set them on fire.

I tried to warn you, Stuart.

I told you it wasn't gonna work out.

- I should've known. It was too good to be true.

- What're you going to do now?

- I don't know. I guess I'll...

- Leave immediately? Good idea.

I'll tell the family you dropped by,

although it'll probably make them sick.

- Bye, Snowbell.

- Goodbye, buddy.

This is killing me.

- But I'm almost done.

- Come on, It's getting late. Time to go home.

- I don't think I missed a single tree.

- You did a great job.

- It was a good idea, wasn't it?

- You bet it was.

It's a really good picture of Stuart.

I don't think you could take

a bad picture of Stuart.

Now all we have to do... is wait until

somebody calls and tells us where Stuart is.

Right.

If we don't find Stuart,

it's gonna break his heart.

- Hey, Snow!

- A guy spotted Stuart in the park.

Smokey sent me to get you.

Gee, Monty, I'm in for the night.

It's late.

Besides, Stuart is gone. Can't

we just give the kid a break?

We could give him a break.

First we'll break his little arms, then his

little legs, and then we'll take a break.

First we gotta find him. Come

on, we gotta run!

Why do we have to run? What is

it, festival seating?

Come on! I think we're getting closer.

I can smell him.

Sorry, Smokey, that was me.

Didn't your mothers warn you not

to go into Central Park at night?

- My mother was the reason you didn't

go into Central Park at night.

- Yeah, you tell them, Smokey.

- She was one tough broad.

- She was a saint.

Quick question. Who knows CPR?

There are mouse prints going everywhere.

- How will we find him?

- We'll split up... and go in

different directions.

- What a brain.

- That is why he is gatto di

tutti I gatti.

You guys go ahead. I'll just

collapse right here.

Stuart, is that you? What

are you doing up there?

- I'm settling in.

- Look, Stuart, you got to get out of here.

This is Central Park. It's dark out.

There are hungry cats all over the place.

- Hey, Snow, where are you?

- Look. It's your pal, Monty.

What's he doing here?

- Shhh! He'll hear you.

- Why shouldn't he hear me?

- Snowbell! Buddy! What're you

doing up there?

- Oh, no. Perfect.

Hey, you found him. Attaboy!

Hey, everybody!

Over here! Hey, guys! Snow found him!

Nice going, house cat. Just for that,

when we carve up the mouse, you'll get the big half.

Big half? Snowbell, what's he talking about?

- Do you know those cats?

- Not really. We went to a few parties, but...

- What's the matter? What are you waiting for?

- Come on, buddy, bring him down! I'm starving!

- Sorry, kid.

- Wait, no! Stop! Put me down!

Hit me! I'm open! I'll break his fall with my mouth!

- I guess you do know them.

- Let him go! I can almost taste him!

What are you waiting for? Hey,

where are you going?

- He's hogging the mouse. He ain't sharing.

- Get him!

He's getting away!

- Let's get him!

- Go! Go!

Snowbell. Watch it, watch it.

Where are you going?

- Hold that branch for me.

- Get out of my face. Get him!

- Snowbell, you saved me?

- Yeah, yeah, look, let's get one thing straight.

I'm doing this for the Littles, all right?

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