The Aristocats Page #5

Well, now, wait a minute.

This is the low-rent district, remember?

No, no, no, I like it.

Well, all it needs

is a little tidying up

and maybe a little feminine touch.

Well, if you're applying

for the job, well...

Goody. Mother's going to work

for Mr O'Malley.

Boy. Your eyes are like sapphires.

Gee.

That's pretty corny though, huh?

Oh, no. Not at all.

Any woman would like it.

Oh, I mean...

...even little Marie.

Yeah.

All those little kittens, Duchess.

I love 'em.

And they are very fond of you.

Yeah.

You know, they need... A sort...

Well, a sort of a...

Well, a father around.

Oh, Thomas, Thomas,

that would be wonderful.

Darling, if only I could.

But why can't you?

Because of Madame.

I could never leave her.

But... But Madame's...

Well, she's just another human.

You're just her house pets.

Oh, no, no.

We mean far more to her than that.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

We just have to go home tomorrow.

Yeah.

Well, I guess you know best.

But I'm gonna miss you, baby.

And those kids...

Gee, I'm gonna miss them too.

Well, we almost had a father.

Yeah.

Let's go back to bed.

Good night, Duchess.

Good night, Thomas.

Hey.

Meow!

What a classy neighbourhood.

Dig these fancy wigwams.

Wigwams?

Are you sure we're on the right street?

Yes. Yes, let's hurry.

We're almost home.

Duchess. Kittens.

Hallelujah, they're back.

Oh, no. Edgar!

I've got to do something, quick.

Edgar, old chap, get used

to the finer things in life.

Someday they're all going to be yours,

you sly old fox.

Oh, he got me.

Hurray, we're home.

Wait for me, wait for me!

Me first, me first!

- It's locked.

- Come on.

Let's all start meowing.

- It can't be them.

- The kittens.

Don't come in!

Go away!

- Away!

- Look, there's Roquefort.

Hi, Roquefort!

He's glad to see us.

I don't know what to say.

I only wish that I...

Maybe just a short, sweet

goodbye would be easiest.

I'll never forget you, Thomas O'Malley.

Bye.

So long, baby.

Don't come in. Look out for Edgar!

Duchess, wherever have you been?

Look out for the...

...sack.

Well... I guess they

won't need me anymore.

You came back?

It just isn't fair.

Edgar? Edgar, come quickly.

Coming, Madame, coming.

I'll take care of you later.

Oh, Edgar, they're back.

I heard them. Hurry, hurry, let them in.

Duchess? Kittens?

Come here, my darlings.

Where are you?

- Come on.

- Allow me, Madame.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

His name is O... what?

His name is O'Malley. O'Malley.

Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey...

Marie, never mind. Go get him.

Yes, yes, I'm on my way.

I told you it was Edgar.

Shut up, Toulouse.

Oh, it's no use, Edgar.

I'm afraid it was just

the imagination of an old lady.

But I was so sure that I heard them.

I'm so sorry, Madame.

Mr O'Malley!

Hey, stop!

Duchess. Kittens. In trouble.

Butler did it.

Duchess and kittens in trouble?

Look, you go get Scat Cat

and his gang of alley cats.

Alley cats?

But I'm a mouse.

Look, I'm gonna need help.

- You mean, you want me?

- Move!

Just tell 'em O'Malley sent you

and you won't have a bit of trouble.

No trouble, he said.

Well, that's easy for...

for what's-his-name to say.

He's got nine lives. I've only got one.

What's a little swinger like you

doing on our side of town?

Oh, please, I was sent here

for help by a cat.

This is outrageous. It's crazy.

But honest. He told me

just to mention his name.

So start mentioning name, rodent.

Oh, no, wait a minute, fellas.

Don't rush me.

His name is O'Toole.

I don't dig him. Strike one.

Oh, oh... O'Brien.

Strike two.

Oh, boy.

You believe me... don't you?

Keep talkin', mousey.

How about O...

...Grady?

Huh?

Mousey, you just struck out.

Any last words?

Why did I listen to that O'Malley cat?

- O'Malley?

- O'Malley!

- O'Malley?

- Hold it, cats.

This little guy's on the level.

You're darn tootin' I'm on the level.

We didn't mean to ruffle you, squeaky.

Don't worry about me.

O'Malley needs help.

Duchess and kittens are in trouble.

Come on, cats, we gotta split.

Hey, wait for me.

You don't know the way.

Now, my little pesky pets,

you're going to travel first class.

In your own private compartment.

All the way to Timbuktu.

And this time... you'll never come back.

Oh, no, we've got to hurry.

The baggage truck will be here

any moment now.

Over there. They're in the trunk.

Quiet!

Everybody out of here, fast.

You are going to Timbuktu,

if it's the last thing I do.

Well, Mac, this must be the trunk, eh?

Yup. And she goes

all the way to Timbuktu.

Heave-ho.

Now, my pets, a little closer together.

Good. Good.

Look, Georges. What do you think?

Very good, very good.

But I think we should

get on with the will.

Yes, yes, of course,

but you know what to do.

Very well. Scratch one butler.

You know, Georges, if Edgar

had only known about the will,

I'm sure he never would have left.

Duchess, it's wonderful

to have you all back.

And I think this young man

is very handsome.

Shall we keep him in the family?

Of course we will.

We need a man around the house.

And Georges, we must be sure to provide

for their future little ones.

Of course. The more the merrier.

Now, don't move.

Smile.

Say "cheese".

Did somebody say "cheese"?

Thank you.

Now, run along downstairs.

There's a surprise for you.

Adelaide, what's that music?

Sounds like a gang of swinging hepcats.

That's exactly what they are, Georges.

They're the start of my new foundation.

What foundation?

My home for all the alley cats of Paris.

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody, everybody

Everybody wants to be

A cat

Hey, Napoleon, that sounds like the end.

Wait a minute. I'm the leader.

I'll say when it's the end.

It's the end.

Oh, yeah

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