The Aristocats

Which pet's address

is the finest in Paris?

Which pets possess

the longest pedigree?

Which pets get to sleep

on velvet mats?

Naturellement

The Aristocats

Which pets are blessed with

the fairest forms and faces?

Which pets know best

all the gentle social graces?

Which pets live

on cream and loving pats?

Naturellement

The Aristocats

They show aristocratic bearing

When they're seen upon an airing

And aristocratic flair in what they do

And what they say

Aristocats are never found

in alleyways

Or hanging 'round the garbage cans

Where common kitties play

Oh, no

Which pets are known

to never show their claws

Which pets are prone

to hardly any flaws?

To which pets do the others

tip their hats?

Naturellement

The Aristocats

Marie, my little one.

You're going to be

as beautiful as your mother.

Isn't she, Duchess?

Careful, Toulouse.

You're making it

very difficult for Edgar.

Whoa, Frou-Frou, whoa.

Steady, girl.

Thank you, Edgar.

Oh, of course, Frou-Frou.

I almost forgot.

Madame... may I take

your parcel, Madame?

It really is much too heavy

for you, Madame.

Now, tut-tut, Edgar.

Don't fuss over me.

Berlioz, come back here.

Haven't you forgotten

something, darling?

Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for

letting me ride on your back.

You're quite welcome, young man.

How was that, Mama?

Very good, darling.

That was very nice.

Come along, Duchess. Kittens.

Come along.

Oh, and Edgar,

I'm expecting my attorney,

Georges Hautecourt.

You'll remember him, of course.

Of course, Madame.

How could anyone forget him?

Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh?

Oh, good day, sir.

Madame is expecting you, sir.

Evening. Evening, Edgar.

Another ringer, sir.

You never miss.

Come on, Edgar! The last one

up the stairs is a nincompoop!

Could we take the elevator

this time, sir?

Oh, that birdcage? Poppycock.

Elevators are for old people.

May I give you a hand, sir?

You haven't got an extra foot,

have you, Edgar?

That always makes me laugh, sir.

Every time.

Let go of my cane!

Careful, sir. Please.

Frightfully sorry, sir.

Don't panic, Edgar.

Upward and onward!

Am I going too fast for you, Edgar?

Please, sir, hold...

There now, Duchess.

That's better.

We must both look our best

for Georges.

He's our oldest

and dearest friend, you know.

Come in.

Announcing...

...Monsieur...

...Georges...

...Hautecourt.

Oh, my goodness, Edgar.

I know Georges.

Adelaide, my dear.

So good to see you, Georges.

Still the softest hands in all Paris.

You're a shameless flatterer, Georges.

Adelaide, that's music.

It's from Carmen, isn't it?

That's right. It was my favourite role.

Yes, yes.

It was the night of your grand

premiere that we first met. Remember?

Oh, indeed, I do.

And how we celebrated your success.

Champagne, dancing the night away...

Oh, Georges.

Thank goodness.

Just in time.

Georges.

We're just a pair

of sentimental old fools.

Now, Georges, do be serious.

I've asked you to come here

on a very important legal matter.

Splendid, splendid.

Who do you want me to sue, eh?

Come now, Georges.

I don't wish you to sue anyone.

I simply want to make my will.

Will, eh? Will...

Will?

Now, then, who are the beneficiaries?

Well, as you know,

I have no living relatives.

Naturally, I want my beloved cats

to be always well-cared for.

Certainly, no one can do this better

than my faithful servant, Edgar.

Edgar?

Adelaide, you mean to say you're

leaving your vast fortune to Edgar?

Everything you possess?

Stocks and bonds?

This mansion? Your country chateau?

Your treasures, jewels, and?

Oh, no, no, Georges.

- To my cats.

- To your cats?

Cats?

Yes, Georges.

I simply wish to have

the cats inherit first.

Then, at the end of their lifespan,

my entire estate will revert to Edgar.

Cats inherit first?

And I come after the cats.

I, me, after...

It's... it's not fair.

I mean...

Each cat will live about 12 years.

I can't wait...

And each cat has nine lives.

That's four times 12...

Multiply by nine times...

No, it's less than that. Anyway,

it's much longer than I'd ever live.

I'll be gone.

No.

Oh, no. They'll be gone.

I'll think of a way.

Oh, why, there are a million

reasons why I should.

All of 'em dollars.

Millions.

Those cats have got to go.

Wait for me, wait for me!

Me first, me first.

Why should you be first?

Because I'm a lady, that's why.

You're not a lady.

You're nothin' but a sister.

I'll show you if I'm a lady or not.

- You're tickling.

- Get her, Berlioz, get her.

Fight fair, Marie.

Females never fight fair.

Now, that hurt.

Mama! Mama!

Marie, darling, Marie,

you must stop that.

This is really not ladylike.

And Berlioz?

Such behaviour is most unbecoming

to a lovely gentleman.

Well, she started it.

Ladies do not start fights.

But they can finish them.

Berlioz.

Now, don't be rude.

We were just practicing

biting and clawing.

Aristocrats do not practise

biting and clawing

and things like that. That's horrible.

But someday we might meet

a tough alley cat.

That will do.

It's time we concerned ourself

with self-improvement.

You want to grow up to be lovely,

charming ladies and gentlemens.

Now, Toulouse, you go and

start on with your painting.

Yes, Mama.

Mama, may we watch Toulouse paint

before we start our music lesson?

Please?

Well, yes, my love, but...

...you must be very quiet.

Yeah.

It's Edgar.

Yeah, old pickle-puss Edgar.

"Old pickle-puss"?

Now, now.

Berlioz, that is not kind.

You know Edgar is so fond

of all of us

and takes very good care of us.

Rock-a-bye, kitties

Bye-bye you go

And I'm in the dough

Oh, Edgar, you sly old fox.

Oh, dear.

Slip of the hand

and it's off to dreamland.

I say, that's not at all bad.

Slip of the hand... dreamland.

Let's leave Toulouse to his painting.

Now, dear, you go to the piano.

Run along.

Both of you, go ahead.

Yes, Mama.

Yes, Mama.

It's time to practise

your scales and your arpeggios.

I'm ready, maestro.

Mama, he did it again.

Tattletale.

Now, Berlioz.

Now, please darling, settle down

and play me your pretty little song.

Yes, Mama.

Do mi so do

Do so mi do

Every truly cultured

Music student knows

You must learn your scales

and your arpeggios

And the music ringing from your chest

And not your nose

While you sing your scales

and your arpeggios

If you're faithful

to your daily practicing

You will find your progress

is encouraging

Do mi so mi

Do mi so mi

Fa la so it goes

When you do your scales

and your arpeggios

Do mi so do...

Do mi so do

Do so mi do

Do mi so do

Do so mi do

Though at first it seems

as though it doesn't show

Like a tree, ability

will bloom and grow

If you're smart

you'll learn by heart

What every artist knows

You must sing your scales

And your arpeggios

Oh, good evening, my little ones.

Your favourite dish,

prepared a very special way.

It's crme de la crme la Edgar.

Sleep well...

I mean, eat well, of course.

Good evening, Duchess.

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