Stuart Little Page #6

They love you. George loves you.

They're all miserable without you.

- But, Snowbell, you said...

- I know what I said.

I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan.

- I'm the one that hates you.

- Snowbell, you do care.

- Yeah, okay. That's enough.

- Snow, what's he doing to your leg?

I can't help but think this is wrong.

- What the hell's going on here?

- Look, Smokey, call me fickle, but...

...I want to call this whole thing off, okay?

- Too late.

- Come on, Smokey. Can't we talk it over?

You know, Stuart's not so bad

once you get to know him.

- And he's got his own car.

- Careful, house cat. You're

asking for it.

Snow, what are you doing? Come on!

He's just a mouse.

He's not "just a mouse." He's...

...he's... he's family.

I could see the resemblance.

Is that what you think? You

have to look alike to be family?

You don't have to look alike.

You don't have to like each other.

Look at Snowbell.

He hates me. And still, he's

trying to save me.

Sure, you'll probably scratch him

up pretty bad.

You may even kill him, but

Snowbell will not run away.

And that is what family is all

about. Right, Snow?

Maybe "family" is too strong a word.

- Scratch them both.

- Both?

It's me you want! Come and get me!

- Here we go!

- Get him!

- Out of my way!

- Get him! He's getting away!

- Where is he? Did he fall in the water?

- I don't know. I saw something hit.

Man, did you see that? Gone.

He just disappeared.

- Hey, there he is!

- Up there!

- He's too far. I can't reach him.

- In that case, you can all go home.

Prowl safely.

Here you go, boys. Dinner's served.

All right, Smokey. Way to go!

Oh, dear.

Look. It's mouse on a stick.

I love mouse on a stick.

A little further. Keep him coming.

Keep him coming. I can almost reach him.

Keep it coming. I got him. He's mine.

- The branch is gonna...

- Well, what have we got here?

Snow, don't come out here!

The branch is breaking!

- Stuart, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Just hang on. I'll take it from here.

- Take what?

Come on, Snow. You wouldn't

do this to me.

- Not your old buddy.

- Don't worry, buddy. I'm sure you'll...

... land... on your...

- What are you doing? No! Wait!

I gotta ask you something!

- ...feet!

- Cold! Cold! Cold water!

- I can't swim.

- Dog paddle!

- I'd rather drown.

- And I had my fur just the way I like it.

- I'll be linking myself for days.

How could he do this to me, after

all we've meant to each other?

I mean, I love that guy!

Hey, you guys! Wait up for me!

Pack up the pineapple, Stuart!

This luau's over.

- Thanks, Snowbell. You were great.

- Well, it must've been quite

a show from up there.

Those cats think they're so tough.

I guess I showed them.

- Not bad for a house cat!

- Not bad for a dead house cat.

Say good night, Tinkerbell.

His name is Snowbell!

Oh, this water's damn cold.

I can't believe this!

Beaten by a mouse and his pet cat.

What could be worse?

Nice doggy! No! No!

- Little high, Little low.

- Little hey, Little ho.

Let's go home.

You know, Snow, I don't know

how to thank you.

How about not kicking me in the sides?

I'm beginning to bruise.

Sorry. I was getting excited. I've

never ridden a cat bareback before.

Well, don't get used to it.

Hold on, cowboy.

- Thanks for the ride.

- Don't mention it. Ever.

Mom! Dad! George!

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

Mom! Dad! George!

I missed you all so much! I

thought I'd never see you again!

- I don't understand. How did you manage it?

- Every Little in the world can find

the Little house. And Snowbell.

- I just couldn't have done it without him.

- Really?

- What's the matter?

- I was just thinking.

- What, dear?

- That this is how people look...

- At the end of a fairy tale.

- Yeah. Exactly.

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