The Aristocats Page #4

I do believe you've been drinking.

Oh, dear. What happened

to your lovely tail feathers?

Girls, it's outrageous.

You won't believe what they tried to do

to your poor old Uncle Waldo.

Look. Look at this.

"Prime country goose la Provenale

stuffed with chestnuts?

And basted in white wine."

Basted? He's been marinated in it.

Dreadful.

Being British, I would have

preferred sherry.

Sherry! Sherry.

Oh, Uncle Waldo. You're just too much.

You mean he's had too much.

- Abigail, Abigail.

- Yes, dear?

We'd best get Uncle Waldo to bed.

I say, there...

...what's all the whispering about, huh?

Now, now, now, girls.

Girls, don't shush your old Uncle Waldo.

Why, you'll wake up

the whole neighbourhood.

- No!

- Neighbourhood!

Come along, Uncle Waldo.

Oh, jeez, I think we'd better be going.

Right-o, girls.

Birds of a feather must...

...together.

That's "stick together".

Oh, stick.

You know something?

I like Uncle Waldo.

Especially when he's marinated.

Frou-Frou, here comes Edgar.

Hurry, Roquefort,

hop aboard the motorcycle.

And for goodness sakes, do be careful.

Frou-Frou, tonight

Operation Catnapper will be completed.

Wish me luck.

Fisherman's luck.

Bye, Frou-Frou.

I...

Lafayette. Lafayette.

Listen.

Oh, shucks, Napoleon, that ain't

nothin' but a little old cricket bug.

It's squeaky shoes approaching.

Oh, cricket bugs don't wear shoes.

Hush your mouth.

Let's see.

They're Oxford shoes.

Size nine and a half.

Hole in the left sole, it sounds like.

- What colour are they?

- They're black...

Now, how would I know that?

Hey. Now the squeaking has stopped.

I still say it was

a little old cricket bug.

I'm the leader. I'll decide what it was.

It was a little old cricket bug.

I'll see ya in the morning, Napoleon.

That's my hat. I'm the leader.

Well, shoot fire. Don't get sore at me.

I ain't done nothin'.

That feels good, Lafayette.

That's all right.

A little lower and faster there.

I'm scratching as fast as I can.

Right there. That's good.

It's so warm and cosy.

What's going on? Lafayette, what

in tarnation you trying to do?

I get blamed for everything.

Wait a minute.

Where's my hat?

What? And somebody stole

my "bumbershoot".

Where's my beddy-bye basket?

Whoever it is, is gonna get it

and get it good.

This time I get the tender part.

Hush your mouth. Now, come on.

Hey, Napoleon, it's them shoes again.

Yeah, yeah, I hear 'em.

Napoleon, I'm goose-pimply scared.

Now, this is no time to turn chicken.

I got a feelin' this case

is gonna bust wide open.

Did you see him?

No, no, he sneaked up behind me

and tailgated me.

Well, he didn't hurt me.

He hit me on the head.

Listen.

Sounds like a one-wheel old...

A one-wheel what?

You're not gonna believe this.

But it's a one-wheeled haystack.

Hey, there it goes. Come on.

After it!

I got him!

That's me.

Get him, get him.

Well, c'est la guerre, Napoleon.

I guess you can't win 'em all.

Criminiddly!

But, Thomas, Madame

will be so worried.

Are you sure we

can't get home tonight?

Mama, I'm tired.

Me too, and my feet hurt.

Look, baby,

it's late and the kids are bushed.

I'll bet we walked a hundred miles.

I'll bet it's more than a thousand.

Now, now, darlings, cheer up.

Mr O'Malley knows a place

where we can stay tonight.

How much farther is it, Mr O'Malley?

Keep your whiskers up, tiger.

It's just beyond that next chimney pot.

Well, there it is.

My own penthouse pad.

It's not exactly the Ritz,

but it's peaceful and quiet.

Oh, no.

Sounds like Scat Cat

and his gang have dropped by.

- Oh, friends of yours?

- Yeah, they're old buddies.

They're real swingers.

"Schwingers"? What is a "schwinger"?

You know, not exactly

your type, Duchess.

Maybe we'd better find

another place, huh?

Oh, no, no, no.

I would like to see your pad

and meet your Scat Cat.

Well, OK.

Hey, Scat Cat, blow some

of that sweet stuff my way.

Well, lookie here.

Big man O'Malley's back

in his alley.

Swing on down here, daddy.

Lay some skin on me, Scat Cat.

Yeah.

Buona sera, paesano.

Welcome home, O'Malley.

Duchess, this is

the greatest cat of them all.

Oh, I'm delighted to meet you,

Monsieur Scat Cat.

Likewise, Duchess.

You're too much.

You are charming.

And your music is so...

So different,

so exciting.

It isn't Beethoven, Mama,

but it sure bounces.

Say, this kitten-cat

knows where it's at.

Knows where what's at?

Why, little lady,

let me elucidate here.

Everybody wants to be a cat

Because a cat's the only cat

Who knows where it's at

Tell me, everybody's pickin'

up on that feline beat

'Cause everything else is obsolete

Strictly high-button shoes

A square with a horn makes

you wish you weren't born

Every time he plays

But with a square in the act

You can set music back

To the caveman days

I've heard some corny birds

who tried to sing

A cat's the only cat

who knows how to swing

Who wants to dig a long-haired gig

and stuff like that

When everybody wants to be a cat

A square with a horn makes

you wish you weren't born

- Every time he plays

- Oh, a rinky tinky tinky

With a square in the act

you can set music back

To the caveman days

Oh, a rinky tinky tinky

Yes, everybody wants to be a cat

Because a cat's the only cat

who knows where it's at

When playin'jazz

he always has a welcome mat

'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat

Oh, boy, fellas, let's rock the joint.

Groove it, cat.

Shanghai, Hong Kong, egg foo yung

Fortune cookie always wrong

That's a hot one.

How about you and me, Duchess?

Yes, let's swing it, Thomas.

Groovy, Mama, groovy.

Blow it, small fry.

Blow it.

Boy, he blew it.

But he was close.

Beautiful.

If you want to turn me on

Play your horn

Don't spare the tone

And blow a little soul into the tune

Let's take it to another key

Modulate and wait for me

I'll take a few ad-libs

and pretty soon

The other cats will all commence

Congregatin' on the fence

Beneath the alley's only light

Where every note is

Out of sight

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Hallelujah

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

I'm tellin'you, everybody

Everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Yeah, everybody

Everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

- Hallelujah

- Everybody

Everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat...

Everybody wants to be a cat

Because a cat's the only cat

Who knows where it's at

Oh, yeah

Happy dreams, my loves.

I'll bet they're on

that magic carpet right now.

They could hardly keep their eyes open.

Such an exciting day.

It sure was and what a finale.

Thomas, your friends

are really delightful.

I just love them.

Well, they're kinda rough,

you know, around the edges,

but if you're ever in a jam,

wham, they're right there.

And wham, when we needed you,

you were right there.

That was just a lucky break

for me, baby.

Oh, and thank you so much

for offering us your home.

Oh, I mean, your pad.

It's very nice.

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