The Aristocats Page #3

Monsieur O'Malley?

No, no, no, baby.

You just hide over there,

and you leave the rest

to J. Thomas O'Malley.

- Quick, Mom, get in here.

- But, children...

Hurry up, Mama, hurry.

One magic carpet, coming up.

That's a magic carpet?

Sacre bleu!

Sapristi! Stupid cat. Brainless lunatic.

All right, step lively.

All aboard for Paris.

Why, Mr O'Malley, you could

have lost your life.

Oh, I've got a few to spare.

It's nothin'.

- How can we ever thank you?

- My pleasure entirely.

Aloha. Auf wiedersehen.

Bon soir. Sayonara.

And all those goodbye things, baby.

Sayonara, mister...

Mama!

Marie! Marie!

Oh, Marie, are you all right?

- Yes, Mama.

- Haven't we met before?

And I'm so very glad we did.

Thank you, Mr O'Malley,

for saving my life.

No trouble at all, little princess.

And when we get to Paris,

I'll show you the time of your life.

Oh, I'm so sorry, but...

...we just couldn't.

You see, my mistress

will be so worried about us.

Well, humans don't really worry

too much about their pets.

Oh, no. You just don't understand.

She loves us very much.

Poor Madame,

in that big mansion,

all alone.

In all our days, in tender ways,

her love for us was shown.

And so, you see,

we can't leave her alone.

She'd always say that

we're the greatest treasure

she could own.

Because with us she never felt alone.

Oh, Roquefort, I've been

so worried about you.

Did you have any luck at all?

Not a sign of them, Frou-Frou.

And I've searched all night.

I know. And poor Madame

didn't sleep a wink, either.

Oh, it's a sad day for all of us.

Morning, Frou-Frou, my pretty steed.

Can you keep a secret, hm?

Of course you can.

I have some news straight

from the horse's mouth,

if you'll pardon the expression,

of course.

Look, Frou-Frou.

I've made the headlines.

"Mysterious Catnapper

Abducts Family of Cats."

Aren't you proud of me?

So he's the catnapper.

The police say it was

a professional, masterful job.

The work of a genius.

Not bad, eh, Frou-Frou, old girl?

Oh, they won't find a clue

to implicate me.

Not one single clue.

Why, I'll eat my hat if they...

My hat!

My umbrella!

Oh, oh, gracious.

I've got to get those things

back tonight.

But... oh, you...

Why, that...

...sneaky, crooked, no-good butler!

Anyone for breakfast?

What breakfast?

- Where is it?

- Right under that magic carpet.

But now we have to cook up

a little spell.

You know. Ready?

All right.

First, to make the magic begin,

you wiggle your nose.

And tickle your chin.

Now you close your eyes.

And cross your heart.

Then presto, breakfast la carte.

- We did it.

- Look, Mama, look!

Why, Mr O'Malley, you are amazing.

True.

True.

Sapristi!

Sacre bleu!

Thieves. Robbers.

Mangy tramps.

Take that and that.

Oh, what a horrible, horrible human.

Well, some humans are like that,

Duchess.

I've learned to live with it.

I'll show him.

Hey, cool it, you little tiger.

- That guy's dynamite.

- But he called us tramps.

Oh, I'll be so glad

when we get back home.

That's a long way off,

so we better get moving.

Gee whiz.

Look at that bridge.

Come on, let's play train.

Now, be careful, children.

Marie's the caboose. All aboard.

- Oh, no.

- Don't panic.

Down underneath here.

- Mama!

- Marie!

Oh, Marie!

Keep your head up,

Marie. Here I come.

Thomas! Thomas, up here.

Gee, Marie, why did you

have to fall off the bridge?

Thomas. Oh, Thomas! Take care.

I'm all right, honey, don't worry.

I'll see you downstream.

What beautiful countryside, Abigail.

So much like our own dear England.

Indeed, yes.

Amelia, if I walk much farther

I'll get flat feet.

Abigail, we were born with flat feet.

I say. Look over there.

Oh, how unusual.

Fancy that. A cat learning how to swim.

He's going about it all the wrong way.

Quite. We must correct him.

Sir. Sir?

You are most fortunate

we happened along.

Yes. We're here to help you.

No, no. Back off, girls. I'm doing fine.

First, you must gain self-confidence

by striking out on your own.

Go away. I'm trying to get to shore.

You will never learn to swim properly

with that willow branch in your mouth.

Indeed, not. Snip, snip.

Here we go.

Don't do that.

You're doing splendidly.

And don't worry about form.

It will come later.

Oh, he takes to water

like a fish, doesn't he?

A very enthusiastic pupil.

No, no. This is no time

for fun and games.

Gracious, Amelia.

- You don't suppose...

- Oh, yes. Yes, I do.

Bottoms up.

Deeper!

Look, Ma, there he is.

You really did quite well

for a beginner.

Oh, Thomas. Thank goodness you're safe.

- Keep practicing.

- And toodly-pip.

Can I help you, Mr O'Malley, huh?

Help? I've had

all the help I can take.

Oh, mademoiselles, thank you so

much for helping Mr O'Malley.

Of course, my dear.

But first, introductions.

Yes, we British like to keep

things proper.

Now, I am Amelia Gabble

and this is my sister...

- Miss Abigail Gabble.

- We're twin sisters.

You might say we're related.

How nice. I never would have guessed.

Look, they've got rubber feet.

Yeah.

- We're on holiday.

- For a walking tour of France.

- Swimming some of the way.

- On water, of course.

Thomas, this is Amelia

and Abigail Gabble.

Yeah, honey, get those two

web-footed lifeguards out of here.

Now, now, Thomas.

OK, OK, baby.

Hiya, chicks.

How awful.

We're not chickens. We're geese.

No.

I thought you were swans.

Oh! Oh, flatterer.

Your husband is very charming

and very handsome.

Well...

You see, I'm not exactly

her husband.

Exactly? You either are or you're not.

All right. I'm not.

- It's scandalous.

- He's nothing but a cad.

Absolutely. Possibly a reprobate.

A rou. His eyes are too close together.

- Shifty too.

- Look at his crooked smile.

His chin is very weak too.

Obviously, a philanderer who trifles

with unsuspecting women's hearts.

How romantic.

Please, please, let me explain.

Thomas is a dear friend of ours.

- He's just helping us to get to...

- Come on, Duchess.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Well, girls, see you around.

- We're on our way to Paris.

- Oh, how nice.

- We're going to Paris ourselves.

- Why don't you join us?

I think that's a splendid idea.

Oh, no.

Now, you stand here, dear.

And let's see.

You take this position.

- Duchess, you'll do nicely here.

- Very good.

And, you dear, you take this place.

Now, that leaves Mr O'Malley.

We can't leave him, can we?

Mr O'Malley, I think you

should be the rear end.

Ready, everyone?

Now, think goose.

Forward march.

Mama? Do we have to waddle

like they do?

Yes, dear. Think goose.

When we get to Paris,

you must meet Uncle Waldo.

Waldo?

Yes, he's our uncle.

We are to meet Uncle Waldo

at Le Petit Cafe.

Le Petit Cafe?

Oh, that's that famous restaurant.

C'est magnifique.

Sacre bleu! Oh, he bit my finger!

Get out. Go! No, get out. Scram!

Good riddance.

Why. Why, it's Uncle Waldo.

Uncle Waldo.

Abigail! Amelia!

My two favourite nooses.

Uncle Waldo,

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