# An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West is a 1991 Amblimation animated film and a sequel to An American Tail. It follows Fievel whose family migrates to the Wild West in search of a better life, but encounters an evil cat who plots to scam the mice.
    Directed by Phil Nibbelink and Simon Wells. Written by Flint Dille.

## Fievel

* I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim! Now this makes it a fair fight! That's right, I'm talking to you, furhead!
* [Before leaving New York on a train] Bye, Tiger. Wherever you are, you're the best cat I ever met.

## Tanya

* Papa, they're throwing fruit and vegetables at me again!
* Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around.
* I could always sing in the gift shop. And perhaps they'll throw presents.
* Look, Mama, a actor...and a singer.
* [Unhappily, to Miss Kitty] I'm not pretty.
* [To Miss Kitty] I look like a real lady.
* [To Fievel] I must stay. My public needs me!

## Cat R. Waul

* So, what do we have here? It appears to be a young pioneer. Now, the feline in me would like to devour this tender young morsel, but the shrewd businessman in me knows that if I do, the other mice will miss him and come looking for him. But the gourmet in me quivers at the thought of mouse tartare... but the entrepreneur prefers not to be inundated by suspicious mice that could jeopardize my plan. So, I must exercise both willpower and finesse. Scamper back to your parents, little mouse, and do be careful! It's frightfully hazardous out there! [to Chula, as Fievel leaves] Give him the "Flying Aah", and make it good.
* Now pay attention. Cats and gentle mice, lend me your ears. It is my distinguished pleasure to invite all of you...to share our dinner- triumph! To share our triumph! Today we herald in a momentous...new feast...ival. Feastival- festival. To mark this brilliant and illustrious snack- occasion...I will, with these golden scissors, hereby cut the red...ribbon.

## T.R. Chula

* [playing cards] I don't think so. I GOT SEVEN MORE! DOGCHOW!
* [throwing Fievel off the train] Mouse overboard! I just love the "Flying Aah"!
* [talking to self, sarcastically] "Chula do this, Chula do that!" [imitates Cat R. Waul] I'm a good-looking spider, no? There's lots of old women who'd want to marry me!
* [chasing Fievel] Come back, mouse! You wouldn't want me to miss my dinner, would you?!
* [as a cowboy shoots at him and Fievel] BUGGERFACE!
* [singing ] The inky dinky spider caught a mouse in his web. The inky dinky spider... BIT OFF THE MOUSE'S HEAD!

## Tiger

* I will be tough. I will be brave. I will- [sees T. R. Chula] AAH! It's a spi...a spee...a spid-d-d-d-d...an arachnid!
* Cat got your tongue?
* [After escaping a vicious dog by hopping on a caboose] Haha! I made it! Oh, what a stupid dog! Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! Your mother was never housebroken! Toodle-oo!
* [Lost in desert] I'm lost and all alone, in a million acre catbox. Phoo!
* [After accidentally swallowing Fievel] I think a little endive went down the wrong tube!
* [Lost in desert] Dancing buffalo-bones? Nah. [The skeleton pounces, and a tribe of shrews emerge from it and seize him.]
* [To himself, about the shrews:] They think I'm their tiger-god! How lucky can you get? I mean, how did they know I was a vegetarian? It's funny how your appetite perks up when you find out, that you're gonna eat dinner, instead of be dinner. Innkeeper, more wine!

## Wylie Burp

* [repeated lines] It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.
* Oh, l-look out behind ya, kid!
* Let this sleeping dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fighting likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs. A young pup's dogging my trail trying to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog-eat-dog world, son. I'm so far over the hill, I'm on the bottom of the other side.
* [inspecting Tiger] So you're the frivolous feline I've got to whip into shape? Oi, I've got my work cut out for me.
* No self-respecting dog fetches anything, unless he's good and feels like it.
* Maybe a real hero is the last one to hear about it.
* [last lines] Just remember, Fievel. One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder, head up, eyes steady, heart open...I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

## Dialogue

    [In Fievel's daydream]
    Fievel: Have no fear, Billy the Kid is here!
    Wylie Burp: It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.
    Fievel: If yer bitin' the dust, I'm goin' down with ya!
    [Fievel swiftly snatching a few guns, flinging and hitting the baddies near him. The weapons are drawn as they shoot on the remaining villains, swiftly disarming them and making a few yelp in pain. The ones with guns fling their guns, twirling them as the foes dart away. Afterward, Fievel blows away the smoke on his gun)]
    Wylie Burp: You saved my life. I'll never forget this, kid. Here, son, I want you to have one of these. [Just then, Wylie notices something heading down as he shouts] Look out behind you, kid.
    Fievel: Maybe Tanya should sing again.
    Tanya: Very funny. You'll see. Someday I'll be a big star! People will come from miles around.
    Fievel: Yeah, to eat! [Laughs]
    Tiger: [trying to stop Miss Kitty from leaving] Uh, can we have an espresso and talk this over, please? Please?
    Miss Kitty: Listen, Tiger. You're an alley cat, born and bred!
    Tiger: How true.
    Miss Kitty: I got a ticket to sunshine, and I'm going west. I heard there's a town that, that promises a new frontier, and a brand new breed of cat!
    Tiger: Is there anything wrong with my breed?
    Miss Kitty: City cats got too much purr in their fur, not enough growl in their howl! Look at you. You catnap, cat around, and heck, I don't mean to be mean, but you're even a little bit of a fraidy-cat.
    Tiger: Who told you that? Hey, I'm no fraidy-cat. I'll show you. I'll show them. I'm no "fraidy-cat".
    Miss Kitty: Tiger, I don't want a tomcat, tough cat, or even a tough tabby, I just want...How do I say this? I just want a cat...who's more like a dog. [sees her stagecoach] That's my ride out west. Now show me you're tough, and don't make a big fuss when I leave, 'kay?
    Tiger: You don't mean...this is goodbye?
    Miss Kitty: Hey, there are no goodbyes between you and me, Tiger. After all, we'll always have the Bronx. Here's looking at you, kid. [she leaps onto the stagecoach]
    Tiger: The Bronx, that's right, the Bronx. Right. I won't make a fuss. I can handle it. I can- I can, uh... I can, uh- [Suddenly he breaks down in tears.]
    Tanya: Look, Mama! An actor. And a singer!
    Mama: Tanya, stop that! You shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself.
    T.R. Chula: [laughing] I win again! Fathead!
    One-Eye: I say you're cheatin'. You've played your last hand, Chula.
    T.R. Chula: I don't think so. [holds up loads of aces with his legs] I GOT SEVEN MORE! DOG-CHOW!
    Felonius: Why you rotten, lowdown, double-dealin'...
    One-Eye: I don't get it, boss. How come we're not munchin' those mice back there?
    Frenchy: [French accent] Oui. This fraternity with mice does run counter to nature.
    Cat R. Waul: Which would you rather have? The crouton, or the entire Caesar Salad? Of course, we will eat the mice, but only after we have exploited their labors. We are nice to the mice because it is intelligent to be so, see? If we act sweetly, they will come in droves. If we hiss, they will run, and we will have to chase after them, an unnecessary expenditure of calories.
    One-Eye: So, when do we take the big bite, boss?
    T.R. Chula: What do we get to eat them? WHEN, WHEN, WHEN, WHEN?!
    Cat R. Waul: When my empire at Green River is complete, and when we have a better mousetrap.
    All: MOUSEBURGERS!
    Cat R. Waul: Yes! Mouseburgers, indeed! Music...to aid the digestion.
    Cat R. Waul: Please, there's no need for such a bleak assessment of your situation. After all, what are neighbors for? A cup of sugar, a saucer of cream. A pail of water, perhaps.
    T.R. Chula: Water? I'll give 'em water. [spitting]
    Cat R. Waul: I'd like to share a vision. A vision of a better world. A world where cats and mice live and work side by side. A world where mothers raise their mouselings without fear. Where musicians receive their proper due. Where young mousettes fulfill their every, dream. Will you help me...build this world?
    [Various mice cheering]
    [Fievel, after falling into a bowl of water, sucks it up. Tiger also drinks the water, unaware that he has also eaten Fievel]
    Fievel: Oh, no! I'm in a mouth!
    [Fievel screams and hangs on to Tiger's uvula. Tiger chokes and gulps]
    Tiger: I think a little endive went down the wrong tube.
    Fievel: Oh, I hope he doesn't throw up. [gas starts welling up in Tiger's throat] GET ME OUTTA HERE!
    Tiger: [surprised] Who said that?!
    Fievel: [from inside Tiger's mouth] ME!
    Tiger: [points to an apple he's holding, thinking that's what's talking] "Me", he says.
    Fievel: Say "ah"!
    Tiger: [opens his mouth with Fievel on his tongue] Ah!
    Cat R. Waul: [unimpressed by the opera singing mouse] Next. [pulls lever and opens a trap door on stage which the opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively appalling! I must have a voice to match the opulence of this salOON!
    [Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the rear end, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
    Lady at saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy, pussy! Oh, pussy!
    [He wriggles out of her arms, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
    Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to assassinate me found.
    T.R. Chula: I just love finding subversives! [Chula spits a spiderweb on Cat R. Waul's face; Fievel gets his shirt caught on the needle of a record player] Hey, boss, what's a subversive?
    Cat R. Waul: [pulls the spiderweb from his face] Someone who doesn't have very long to live. [Fievel tries to run and the record plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices] Well, if it isn't my diminutive friend from the train.
    Fievel: Cat R. Waul, I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp, 'cause he's the law.
    Cat R. Waul: The Wylie Burp? [he and the saloon erupt in laughter] That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.
    [Tanya's voice is heard singing. Cat R. Waul drops Fievel and goes in search of her.]
    Miss Kitty: [watching as Cat R. Waul arrives] Well, well, will you look what the cat dragged in? [sees Tanya] A mouse. That's a first.
    Cat R. Waul: Not just any mouse! This is a diva.
    Miss Kitty: Diva schmiva! You put a mouse on the stage, and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.
    Cat R. Waul: What? They'll love her! They'll adore her! And those who don't will answer to me.
    Miss Kitty: Anything you say, Pussypoos.
    Cat R. Waul: [resuming his dignified bearing] Yes, I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as 'Pussypoos'.
    Miss Kitty: Yeah? Well, maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray five hundred miles from a pastrami sandwich, either, Pussypoos.
    Cat R. Waul: [irritated] Yes, I-I-I think I just mentioned, didn't I, that I dislike being referred to as PUSSYPOOS?!
    Miss Kitty: As for the mousette, I'll get her on the stage for you.
    Cat R. Waul: See that you do. [to Tanya] Farewell, my diva. [leaves in a Phantom of the Opera manner]
    Miss Kitty: Now, then... [Tanya nervously backs away but trips into a blush compact] Don't worry, mousy. [winks] You're safe now.
    Tanya: So... So, you're really not tough and mean like you were acting?
    Miss Kitty: Who, me? [blows the blush off Tanya] Nah. I'm soft as a powderpuff and twice as gentle. But livin' out here with characters like that... that... [sighs in frustration] Well, what's your name, honey?
    Tanya: Uh, Tanya, Tanya Mousekewitz.
    Miss Kitty: And you wanna be a great singer?
    Tanya: Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! [realizes how she acted and begins trembling]
    Miss Kitty: Oh, what's the matter? You're shakin' like a rattlesnake tail.
    Tanya: I'm a little scared. I've never sang in front of a real audience before. [gasps out the sound of the commotion outside]
    Miss Kitty: Why, sweetie, you wouldn't be an artiste if you weren't just a teensy bit nervous.
    Tanya: I'm not pretty.
    Miss Kitty: And says who? You can be whatever you want if you just believe in yourself. Show me some grit and guts! Come on, honey! Give me a smile! [Tanya smiles weakly] Oh, no-no-no-no-no. Sweetheart, you can do better than that. Think of something real nice. [Tanya imagines seeing herself in the mirror as a diva girl] Now, I want you to reach deep down and find the most beautiful thought that's in your heart. [applies lipstick and blush on Tanya] Aww. Beautiful. Tonight, Tanya, forget you're in this two-mule, cowpie, hole-of-an-olive-pit town. You're with your fella at The El Purrocco Club! You're on that stage, and he has a front row seat, and you're singing your heart out just for him! [regretfully] There are things there I miss so much... [imagines a portrait of Tiger blowing a kiss to her] I forgotten why I left. Ah, so much for regrets. So, do you like yourself?
    Tanya: [astonished by her reflection in the mirror] I... I look like a real lady.
    Miss Kitty: Remember, the real lady is what's under the mask. Now, go knock'em dead.
    [Wylie Burp, Fievel and Tiger are standing on a tall mesa]
    Wylie Burp: Now, let me see you walk. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie, where squeaking is heard at each step] You-You're wigglin' like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours and get a snoot full of Mother Earth.
    Tiger: Oh, that goes against my brain. [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]
    Wylie Burp: Now roll, you varmint. Roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.
    Fievel: Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!
    Wylie Burp: Get up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Okay. Now, sander on out there, one leg in front of the other, slow and easy.
    [Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]
    Tiger: I hurt myself.
    Tiger: Bark. [His barking echoes through the mine] Woof, woof! [Tiger listen to his barking echoes] Bow-wow-wow, woof, woof! [Laughs; but stops] Woof, woof, woof! RUFF!
    [Tiger barks like a dog while singing along to the mine as Fievel and Wylie smile with delight that Tiger has finally gotten it and shake hands.]
    Wylie Burp: It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.
    Tiger: Okay! Toodle-oo!
    [Fievel grabs him by the tail]
    Fievel: Hey, Tiger, give them the laaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy eye!
    [Tiger smiles with Fievel's idea and he, Wylie Burp, and Fievel do the Lazy Eye sending the cats running and screaming]
    [After Tiger tosses all the cats onto the mousetrap he confronts Chula holding Miss Kitty hostage]
    Tiger: If you harm one patch of fur on her again, and I'll tear you apart... [Chula shoots a web at Tiger, but Tiger grabs it.] ...one leg at a time! [he twirls Chula's web as a lasso with him trapped in it, and he throws Chula onto Cat R. Waul's head and Miss Kitty falls from the building, but Tiger catches her just in time before she hits the ground.]
    Miss Kitty: Ooh!
    Tiger: Okay, Wylie!
    Wylie Burp: Let 'em rip, kid!
    Fievel: Yes, Sir, Mr. Burp, Sir! [adjusts the giant gun, jumps off, and it fires, cutting the ribbon which flings Cat R. Waul and his men into the sky. Fievel, Wylie Burp, Miss Kitty, Tiger, Red, Micheal, the Mousekewitzes, and the other mice watch as they land in a mail bag near the train tracks.]
    Cat R. Waul: And now- [before he can finish his sentence, a train grabs the mail bag, knocking over the water tower in the process.] REVENGE!
    Woman: Oh, Pussypoos!
    Cat R. Waul: Oh, no!
    Woman: Come to Mommy, darling! [She dresses him up in baby clothes and hugs him tightly.] Mommy's going to take care of you forever, and ever and ever! [Laughs]
    [last lines]
    Wylie Burp: Here, son. I-I want you to have one of these. [gives Fievel his Sheriff badge]
    Fievel Mousekewitz: I can't. I'm not a hero like you. Well, [chuckles] not really.
    Wylie Burp: Well, maybe not. Maybe a real hero's the last one to hear about it. But you, you pulled me out of a gutter, and for that, I owe you some thanks. Just-Just remember, Fievel: One man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills, but if you ride yonder, head up, eyes steady, heart open, I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been lookin' for.

## Cast

* Phillip Glasser as Fievel Mousekewitz
* Cathy Cavadini as Tanya Mousekewitz
* Dom DeLuise as Tiger
* Amy Irving as Miss Kitty
* James Stewart as Wylie Burp
* John Cleese as Cat R. Waul
* Jon Lovitz as T.R. Chula
* Nehemiah Persoff as Papa Mousekewitz
* Erica Yohn as Mama Mousekewitz

## See also

* An American Tail
* An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island
* An American Tail: The Mystery of the Night Monster