The Aristocats Page #2

- Hello, kittens.

- Hello, Roquefort.

- Hi, Roquefort.

- Good evening, Monsieur Roquefort.

Something smells awfully good.

What is that appetising smell?

It's crme de la crme la Edgar.

Won't you join us, Monsieur Roquefort?

Well, yes. I mean...

I don't mean to interrupt.

But...

But it so happens

that I have a cracker with me.

- Come on, Roquefort, have some.

- Oh, thank you.

Don't mind if I do.

Just a few dunks.

Very good.

My compliments to the chef.

This is yummy.

Delicious.

Double delicious.

This calls for another cracker.

I'll be right back.

So that's...

...crme de la crme...

... la...

...Edgar.

Lafayette. Hey, Lafayette.

Lafayette!

- Well, I'm right here.

- Listen.

Wheels approaching.

Oh, Napoleon, we done

bent six tyres today.

Chased four motorcars,

a bicycle and a scooter.

Hush your mouth.

It's a motorcycle.

Two cylinder, chain drive,

one squeaky wheel on the front,

it sounds like.

You go for the tyres

and I'll go right for the seat

of the problem.

How come you always grab

the tender part for yourself?

'Cause I outrank you, that's why.

Now, stop beating your gums

and sound the attack.

No, that's mess call.

Yeah, made a mess of it, huh?

You can be replaced, you know.

OK, let's charge.

Wait a minute. I'm the leader.

I'm the one that says when we go.

Here we go.

Charge!

Nice doggy, nice doggy.

Heel, roll over, play dead!

This sure beats running, Napoleon.

Step on the gas, Napoleon.

I got 'er wide open.

Oh, where am I?

I'm not at home at all.

Children, where are you?

Answer me.

Berlioz?

Toulouse, Marie, where are you?

Here I am, Mama.

Marie, darling.

Well, are you all right?

I guess I had a nightmare

and fell out of bed.

Now, Marie, darling,

don't be frightened.

Mama! Mama!

That's Berlioz.

Over here, darling.

Berlioz, here we are.

And don't worry. Everything's

going to be all right.

I'm coming, Mama.

Gee, I'm cold and I'm wet.

Mama?

Mama!

Mama!

Darling.

It's only a little frog, my love.

He had a mouth like a hippopotamus.

Oh, what's so funny?

Not now, darling.

Darlings, you just stay here.

I go and I look for Toulouse.

Toulouse?

Toulouse, where are you?

- Toulouse!

- Toulouse!

Toulouse!

Hey! What's all the yelling about, huh?

Why didn't you answer?

Mama, he's been here all the time.

Oh, thank goodness.

Are you all right?

I was having a funny dream.

Edgar was in it.

And we were all riding

and bouncing along...

Frogs?

Uh-oh, it wasn't a dream.

Edgar did this to us.

Edgar?

Oh, darling, why, that's...

Why, that's ridiculous.

Yeah, maybe you fell

on your head, Toulouse.

Mama, I'm afraid.

I wanna go home.

My darling, don't be

frightened. You'll see...

Oh, dear. Let's get

into the basket, all of us.

What's gonna happen to us?

Well, darlings, I just don't know.

It does look hopeless, doesn't it?

I wish we were home

with Madame right now.

Oh, poor Madame.

She will be so worried

when she finds us gone.

Duchess? Kittens?

Oh, my gracious.

I had the most horrible dream

about them.

Thank goodness it was only a dream.

Oh, dear, what a terrible night.

Now, now, my darlings.

Don't be frightened.

The storm will soon pass.

Oh, no!

They're gone.

Duchess! Kittens!

Duchess! Where are you?

They're gone.

They're gone!

Duchess? Kittens? Gone?

Why, that's terrible.

But where? Why?

Good heavens.

Anything could happen to them

on a night like this.

Get washed down a storm drain,

struck by lightning...

Oh, they'll need help.

I've just got to find them.

Duchess? Kittens.

Duchess.

Kittens.

Kittens.

I like a chee-chee-chee-rony

like they make at home

Or a healthy fish

with a big backbone

I'm Abraham de Lacy

Giuseppe Casey

Thomas O'Malley

O'Malley the alley cat

I've got that wanderlust

Gotta walk the scene

Gotta kick up highway dust

Feel the grass that's green

Gotta strut them city streets

Showin' off my clat, yeah

Tellin' my friends of the social elite

Or some cute cat I happen to meet

That I'm

Abraham de Lacy

Giuseppe Casey

Thomas O'Malley

O'Malley the alley cat

Oh, my. Monsieur,

your name seems to cover all of Europe.

Of course. I'm the only cat of my kind.

I'm king of the highway

Prince of the boulevard

Duke of the avant-garde

The world is my backyard

So if you're goin' my way

That's the road you wanna seek

Calcutta to Rome

Or home sweet home in Paris

Magnifique, you all

Oh, boy, an alley cat.

Listen.

I only got myself

And this big old world

But I sip that cup of life

With my fingers curled

I don't worry what road to take

I don't have to think of that

Whatever I take is the road I make

It's the road of life

Make no mistake

For me

Yeah, Abraham de Lacy

Giuseppe Casey

Thomas O'Malley

O'Malley the alley cat

That's right.

And I'm very proud of that.

Yeah.

Bravo.

Very good. You are a great talent.

Oh, thank you.

And what might your name be?

My name is Duchess.

Duchess.

Beautiful. Love it.

And those eyes.

Why, your eyes are like

sapphires sparkling so bright.

They make the morning radiant.

- And light.

- How romantic.

Sissy stuff.

Very poetic.

But it is not quite Shakespeare.

Of course not.

That's pure O'Malley, baby.

Right off the cuff.

I got a million of them.

Oh, no more, please.

I am really in a great deal of trouble.

Trouble?

Helping beautiful dames...

damsels in distress is my specialty.

Now, what's the hang-up,

your ladyship?

Well, it is most important

that I get back to Paris.

So if you would be just so kind

and show me the way...

Show you the way?

Perish the thought.

We shall fly to Paris

on a magic carpet,

side by side.

With the stars as our guide.

Just we two.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Three?

Four?

Five?

Oh, yes, Monsieur O'Malley.

These are my children.

Oh, how sweet.

Do you really have a magic carpet?

- Are we really gonna ride on it?

- Now, now, Marie.

Mama, do I have sparkling sapphire eyes

- that dazzle too?

- Did I say that?

Yes, right off your cuff.

And you said we're gonna ride

on your magic carpet.

Well, now...

What I meant... You see, I...

No poetry to cover the situation,

Monsieur O'Malley?

What I had in mind was

a kind of a sports model, baby.

- You know, one of those...

- Perhaps a magic carpet?

Built for two?

I wouldn't take up much room.

I understand perfectly,

Monsieur O'Malley.

Well, come along, darlings.

I'm a tough alley cat too.

Hey there.

You're coming on. I bet you're

a real tiger in your neighbourhood.

Yeah. That's 'cause I practise

all the time.

Now, now, Toulouse.

Toulouse, come along, dear.

Yes, Mama.

See you around, tiger.

Now, that's quite a family.

Come to think of it, O'Malley,

you're not a cat. You're a rat.

Right? Right.

Hey, hey, hold up there.

Yes, Monsieur O'Malley?

Now look, kids,

if I said magic carpet,

magic carpet it's gonna be.

And it's gonna stop for passengers...

...right...

...here.

Oh boy, we're gonna fly after all.

Another flight into the fantasy,

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