Rayman Legends Adventures in The Aristocats/Script

Suddenly, a horse's clop was heard as we see an elderly woman with her cats as they were taking a stroll around Paris together.
"Marie, my little one," the old woman grinned to the white kitten in her hands, "you're going to be as beautiful as your mother, aren't you, Duchess?"
Duchess mewed in agreement.
The driver had luckily stopped the carriage for a moment.
"Watch out, Toulouse," the old woman chuckled to herself, "you're making it very hard for Blackie."
Soon they arrived at a big house.
"Hey, Frou-Frou, easy, girl," Blackie warned the horse.
The old woman looked over with a grin as the carriage came to a stop.
"Of course, Frou-Frou, I almost forgot," Madame Bonfamille said to her horse and took out a carrot.
"Berlioz, come back here," Duchess called to her black-furred son and prompted him to use his manners to the horse who had given them a ride home, "did you forget something, darling?"
"Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for letting me ride on your back," Berlioz said politely.
"You're quite welcome, young man," Frou-Frou chuckled to the black kitten.
"How was that, Mum," Berlioz grinned.
"Very well, darling, that was very kind," Duchess grinned back.
"C'mon, Duchess, kittens, c'mon," Madame Bonfamille called as she let her guests inside of the house, "oh, and Blackie, I'm expecting my lawyer, Georges Hautecourt.  Of course, you remember him."
"Of course, ma'am," Blackie replied before mumbling to herself, "how could anyone forget him?"
"Buster, that was a pretty sour flight you blew it," Madame Bonfamille responded, "and the Chief Yookeroo, well, he's looking for you."
Blackie was ironing his pants as he was listening in himself on the discussion of the old woman's will.
"And naturally, I want my beloved cats to always be cared for," Madame Bonfamille's voice said, "and certainly no one can do better than my faithful servant, Blackie."
"Blackie," Georges replied in surprise as the cat did an Indian dance in his room as he thought he would inherit everything from the old woman, "Adelaide, do you mean you leave your huge fortune to Blackie?  Everything you own?  Stocks and bonds?  Thi-this seat?  Your country castle?  Art treasures, jewelry and--"
"No, no, no, Georges," Madame Bonfamille replied as Blackie blew thankful kisses, but soon became very disappointed as the woman corrected her attorney, "to your cats."
"To your cats," Georges asked in shock, but not as bad as the cat's surprise.
"Cats," Blackie gasped in dismay.
"Yes, my Lord," Madame Bonfamille replied before explaining, "I simply wish they had inherited cats first.  Then, at the end of their life, all my property will return to Blackie."
Blackie ranted about this, but made sure no one could overhear him.  "Cats inherit first!  And I'll come after the cats.  Me, me, after-- No.  This is so unfair.  Ooh!  I think every cat will live for about twelve years.  I can't wait.  And every cat has nine lives, that's four times twelve multiplied by nine times," he tried to do math before looking insulted even more. "No, it's less than that.  Anyhow, it's much longer than I would ever live.  I'll be gone.  No.  Oh, dear.  They'll be gone.  I'll come up with a fashion.  Why, there are a million reasons why I should!  All of these dollars.  Millions.  These cats have to go," he incidentally tore his pants.
They all ran to the door together.
"Wait for me, wait for me," Toulouse called out.
"Me first, me first," Marie grinned as she ran up ahead.
Unfortunately, Marie, Toulouse and Berlioz got stuck together in the door.
"Why should you be the first," Toulouse scoffed.
"Because I'm a lady, that's why," Marie replied snobbishly.
"Huh, you're not a lady," Toulouse scoffed as Marie jumped down, but Berlioz caught her by the tail.
"You're nothing just a sister," Berlioz added in.
Berlioz blinked and then let go of Marie, which made her flop and slide against the floor.
Berlioz and Toulouse wiggled and burst out of the door.
"I'll show you whether I'm a lady or not," Marie said to Berlioz and Toulouse.
Duchess was on her road down as she saw the pets fighting each other with tickling, clawing and biting.
"That's a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rum pot," Duchess replied since she was the mother after all, "Marie, darling.  Marie, you must stop this.  This really isn't feminine.  And Berlioz, but this behavior is very inappropriate for a lovely gentleman."
"Well, she started it," Berlioz defended.
"Women do not start fights, but they can end them," Marie retorted.
Then Berlioz stuck his tongue out at Marie.
"Berlioz, now, don't be rude," Duchess scolded.
"We were just practicing biting and clawing," Berlioz said hesitantly.
"Aristocrats do not practice biting and scratching and facts like this," Duchess replied as she was fixing Marie's bow tie, "it's just awful!"
Toulouse smirked in agreement.  "But one day, we can find a foolish stray cat," he jumped down on the floor and hissed like a wild cat.
"Now that's enough," Duchess laughed to herself, "it's time to worry about home improvement.  Now, you want to grow up and be adorable and charming ladies and gentlemen.  Now, Toulouse, start painting."
"Yes, Mum," Toulouse said.
"Mum, can we watch Toulouse paint before we start our music class," Marie asked, "please?"
"Well, yes, my love, but you must be very silent," Duchess approved, agreeing with her sister.
The pets agreed to staying silent.
Toulouse was mixing the oils, dripping some on the floor where that Berlioz had to jump aside.  "Whoops."
Berlioz luckily missed that and Toulouse went back to work.
"Aha, yes," Toulouse grinned as he finished his painting.
"It's Blackie," Marie giggled.
"Yes, old pickle-puss Blackie," Berlioz laughed with Marie.
"Old idiot," Duchess responded while even laughing herself, but tried not to because that was not a nice name to call somebody, "now, now, Berlioz, this is not kind.  You know that Blackie likes us all so many and takes good care of us."
In the Alaskan Wilderness and the Winter of 1925, we pan through a huge forest with so many trees and lots and lots of snow all over the area and we began to hear the barking of dogs in the distance.
Then, from out of the blue, a sled being pulled by eight dogs came racing out, with a brown male husky dog at the lead. Holding onto the sled was the team's member, whose foot was about to slip off one of the sled's rails, but managed to keep hold as the sled continued pulling him as he yelled out to the dogs pulling it. "Giddap, boy. Hut-ya! Hut-ya!"
Then, from out of nowhere, another sled being pulled by another team of dogs came near and at the lead was a black-and-white furred Siberian Husky with teal eyes and was wearing a red collar with bells and a harness tied around him.
This dog's name was Steele, and he was Nome's local popular canine. He and his team were currently racing against the other sled team, while their musher held on. The lead dog of the other team saw Steele's team was going faster, where he and his team knew they had to catch up, and that's what they just did.
"Giddy-up, Steele! Hyah, hyah," Steele's musher urged Steele as the Siberian Husky went at his top speed.
The two dog sled teams were coming to a very narrow road between two cliffs, and Steele frowned at the opponent team, determined to win this race no matter what.
Then the lead husky yanked his team onward and he ran right up ahead, making them groan and yelp in disbelief. Their musher felt the pull and almost fell off the sled, but kept hold while yelping. "Heel, boy! Whoa!"
The pathway started getting thinner as an alarmed lavender-colored husky named Star, who was hitched behind Steele, looked concerned while protesting. "Steele! We're not gonna make it!"
But the black-and-white Siberian Husky kicked the lavender-colored husky in the face with his back foot as if warning him to shut up and looked determined, refusing to take it. Frowning at the determined opponent team leader who kept running along with his team, Steele eyed at a dog hitched in the middle's feet, sensing an opportunity to play dirty and cheat.
"Easy, now! Easy," the opponent musher urged his dog team swiftly.
"Steele, pull up! Pull up," Steele's musher yelped at his lead dog in alarm as the black-and-white husky smirked and made his move by pulling himself towards the opponent middle dog's feet and was ready to bite them, but he only made a biting sound, which yet frightened the poor whining husky and made him lose concentration. This caused him to stop and all the other dogs of the opponent team to tumble over. This allowed Steele and the team to run out of the pathway very swiftly and safely, with the musher yet holding on for dear life.
Back with the opponent musher and his dogs, the competitor, who had fallen over due to the confusion with his team, he growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the passage. Steele shivered while stopping for a bit after he and his team made it to the other side, hearing the frustrated opponent musher shout his name, making the black-and-white husky smirk victoriously. "Ha!"
"Get in line, Steele! Get in line," Steele's musher urged as he, Steele and his team headed onward towards the end of the race in the small town of Nome, which was on the very edge of the western Alaskan coast, "pull, pull!"
"Now, we'll leave Toulouse to his painting," Duchess suggested, "now, darling, you go to the piano and run with us.  You two, carry on."
"Yes, Mum," Marie and Berlioz replied.
"It's time to practice your scales and arpeggios," Duchess warned Berlioz.
Then Berlioz started to crack his fingers while Marie waited for him to start playing where she could sing her song.
"I'm ready, Maestro," Marie added, but she was slowly losing her patience.
Then Berlioz knocked the keys, which hit Marie's tail.
"Ouch," Marie gasped, "Mum, he did it again!"
Then Berlioz hit the keys.  "Nonsense bag."
"Well, Berlioz," Duchess gently warned her black-furred son, "now, please, darling, calm down and play me your lovely little song."
"Yes, Mum," Berlioz gave in and played the piano keys with his front paws.
"Doe me so doe doe so me doe, every truly cultured music student knows, you must learn your scales and your arpeggios, and the music ringing from your chest and not your nose, while you sing your scales and your arpeggios," Marie began to sing.
"If you're faithful to your daily practicing, you will find your process is encouraging, doe me so me doe me so me fa la then it goes, if you do your scales and your arpeggios," Berlioz sang before Marie.
"Doe me so doe----" Marie began until Berlioz played out of rhythm while Toulouse, who came onto the keyboard with paint-covered paws.
"Doe me so doe doe so me doe, doe me so doe doe so me doe, though at first it seems as though it doesn't show, like a tree, ability will root and grow," Duchess began to sing.
Toulouse grinned as he found her singing beautiful.
"If you're smart you'll learn by heart, what every artist knows," Duchess, Berlioz and Marie sang together.
"You must sing your scales," Duchess and Marie sang together.
"And your arpeggioooooOOOOS," the kittens concluded.
"Ah, good evening, my little ones," Blackie came in with a happy meal for the cats.
Blackie gave the children a look, but then came to the cats to give them their cream.
"Your favorite dish, stuffed in a very special fashion," Blackie grinned to all of the cats, "it's McDonald's happy meals for Blackie.  Sleep well.  I mean, eat well, of course."
Then Blackie left the room as the cats lapped up their cream, enjoying it very much.
Bradford came back once he smelled their cream, which made him hungry.
"Good evening, Duchess," Bradford grinned, "hello, kittens."
"Hiya, Ropert," Marie said.
"Hi, Rolfer," Toulouse added.
"Good evening, Oakford Coleman," Duchess agreed.
"Something smells horribly good," Bradford smirked, "what kind of appetizing smell is this?"
"It's Burger King children's club meals for Blackie," Marie added with a grin.
Bradford took out a biscuit and decided to join them for their cream.
"Very good," Bradford grinned, "my compliments to the cook."
"Mm, that's delicious," Marie beamed as Bradford dunked his cookie in the cream and found himself enjoying it just as much as the others.
"Delicious," Bradford smiled, "twice as delicious.  This requires another cracker.  I'll be right back!"
The pets started to get sleepy.  As the pets yawned, it made Bradford yawn back.
"Then that's…creme…de la…creme…ala…Blackie," Bradford yawned.
The sun was starting to set as Blackie had the pets in a baby basket. Luckily for him, they were all yet knocked out cold from their dinner. Then he got onto his motorcycle and drove away, taking them all out of Paris. He, of course, would have been successful if two dogs hadn't heard his motorcycle.
"Lafayette," one dog called to the other, "hey, Lafayette. Lafayette!"
The other dog came up from the hay. "Well, I'm right here," he frowned.
"Listen," the first dog replied, "the wheels are approaching."
The second dog began to try to hear. "Oh, Napoleon, we did some six tires today," he said, "chased four cars and a bike and a scooter."
"Shut your mouth," the other dog replied before raising an ear, "two cylinders, chain drive, a squeaky wheel in front, it seems."
This sounded like something they might be able to use. They started walking together in the dark of the night.
"Now, you go for the tires, and I'll go straight to the location of the problem," Napoleon suggested.
"How come you always catch the tender part for yourself," Lafayette asked.
"Because I passed you, that's why," Napoleon replied, "now stop beating your guns and hiss the attack!"
Soon Lafayette started to howl.
"No, this is a mess," Napoleon warned him.
"I made a mess, right," Lafayette replied.
"You can be replaced, you know," Napoleon reminded.
"Alright, let's load it," Lafayette said.
"Wait a moment, I'm the boss," Napoleon said, "I'm the one who says if we go. C'mon, boy. Here we go. Charge!"
Then the dogs attacked Blackie on his motorcycle. And where this caught Blackie's attention. The motorcycle was coming apart and the basket fell out of Blackie's reach as the dogs threw him away. Then the dogs laughed as they were able to take the motorcycle away from Blackie. Blackie was able to get his motorcycle back, but that didn't stop the dogs and it was now starting to rain. And where it started to thunder.
The basket was under a bridge and a thunderclap had awakened Duchess instantly.
"Oh! Oh, where am I," Duchess asked instantly, concerned and anxious, "I'm not alone at all. Children, where are you? Answer me! Berlioz, Toulouse, Marie, where are you?"
"Here I am, Mum," Marie appeared.
"Oh, Marie," Duchess ran over to her sister and hugged her, "thank heaven you're safe."
"I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed," Marie pouted.
"Now, Marie, dear. Now, now, don't be frightened," Duchess said.
"Mum! Mum," Berlioz's voice called out.
"This is Berlioz," Marie recognized the sound of her brother's voice.
"From here, dear," Duchess called soothingly, "Wart, here we are. And don't worry, everything's going to be fine."
"We're coming, Mum..." Berlioz came over, looking very wet and miserable, "sheesh, I'm cold and wet....Mum?"
Then a frog croaked at him.
"Mum," Berlioz asked in fright once he couldn't see his mother or anyone else he knew which concerned him.
The frog croaked once again.
"MUM," Berlioz cried out in grief before running into the two adult female cats.
"Oh, dear, it's just a little frog, my darling," Duchess soothed.
"But he had a mouth like a hippopotamus," Berlioz replied, "oh, what's so funny?"
"Not now, dears. Dears, now you just stay here, I'm going and I'm looking for Toulouse," Duchess said, "Toulouse! Toulouse, where are you?"
"Toulouse," Marie called.
Then Berlioz yelled the other orange kitten's name, but he was yet in the basket and looked a little cranky from their yelling.
"Hi, what is this shrieking about it, right," Toulouse asked as he came out.
"Why didn't you respond," Berlioz asked.
"Mum, he's been here all along," Marie firmly informed.
"I had a funny dream, Blackie was in it," Toulouse said once he awakened a little, "and we all went and bounced--"
Then the frog croaked again.
"Blackie? Oh, dear..." Duchess replied in doubt, "why, that's...why, this is ridiculous."
"Yes, perhaps it fell on your head, Toulouse," Berlioz suggested.
Then there was a thunder boom heard, which alarmed the little ones.
"Mum, I'm scared, I want to go home," Marie pouted.
"Now, now, my dear, don't be afraid," Duchess cooed.
The thunder got louder and it was enough to even alarm the adult cat.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, let's get into the basket," Duchess rushed, "we all can!"
They all went into the basket to be safe and dry, luckily, the basket seemed to be big enough to fit them all.
"What will happen to us," Toulouse pouted.
"Oh, dears, I-I just don't know," Duchess said, "it looks hopeless, right?"
"I wish we were home with Madame right now," Berlioz pouted.
"Oh, poor little tyke," Duchess frowned, "she'll be so concerned if she finds us gone."
Back at the mansion.....
Madame Bonfamille was fast asleep in the bed, but she was suddenly awakened by the thunder, which alarmed her due to how loud it was.
"Duchess? Kittens? Oh, my heavens! I had the worst dream about them," Madame Bonfamille held her head, but she came out of bed and looked to the area where her cats slept as they were probably afraid of the storm as well, "thank goodness it was just a dream. Oh, dear, what a horrible night. Now, my dears. Don't be afraid. The storm will soon pass," she opened the curtain to see that the basket was gone, which had terrified her instantly, "oh, dear! They're gone!"
Then the older woman left the room. Madame Bonfamille was very concerned for her cats. "Duchess! Kittens! Duchess! Where are you? They're gone! They're gone!"
Bradford overheard the confusion from Madame Bonfamille and decided to try to help find Duchess and the kittens, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "MISTER O'BALLY!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the mansion. The rain seemed to be stopping after slowing down and there were morning birds heard chirping.
"I like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony, like they make it home, or a healthy fish with a big backbone, I'm Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley, O'Malley the alley cat," the cat sang to himself, "I have that wanderlust, gotta walk the scene, gotta kick up highway dust, feel the grass that's green, gotta strut them city streets, showing off my eclat, yes," he saw Duchess standing next to a tree, "warning my friends of the social elite, or some cute cat I happen to meet, that I'm Abraham de Lacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley, O'Malley the alley cat," he finished his song with a charming smirk to the white cat.
"Well, sir, your name seems to cover all of Europe," Duchess replied.
Thomas grinned to Duchess. The kittens are awakening from the basket as Thomas seemed to be wooing Duchess.
"Oh, boy, an alley cat," Toulouse cheered.
"Csendes! Listen," Marie silenced him with her paw.
Thomas continued to sing to Duchess, which seemed to win her over and she even clapped in the end.
"Bravo! Very well. You are a great talent," Duchess clapped to O'Malley.
"Oh, thank you," O'Malley replied, "and what's your name?"
"My name is Duchess," Duchess replied.
"Duchess, beautiful, love it," O'Malley wooed, "and these eyes...ooh. Why your eyes are like sapphires, sparkling so bright, they make the morning radiant and bright."
"How romantic," Marie cooed.
"Sissy stuff," Berlioz scoffed.
Duchess and Thomas seemed to be hitting it off nicely.
Thomas began to remember the day as he and his last mate had kittens in Alaska.
Flashback
Now back with Steele and his team, they were indeed yet lost as they continued staggering through the snow. Steele kept breathing as he went ahead, as Star suddenly spoke up in worry. "Steele! We're going in circles!"
The annoyed black-and-white Siberian Husky turned and snarled at the light pink one, demanding frustratedly. "What?!"
"Gah-aah," Star laughed hesitantly as he continued, "circles is a good fact," he went around in a small circle, while getting his legs wrapped up in the leash again, "they're, uh...circular."
Nikki, Kaltag and Star began to look at Steele, who looked at them and the rest of his team, shocked that they were losing faith in him.
"I know what I'm doing here! It's..." Steele said as he tried to gather his bearings and decide which fashion he and the team should go as he said, "it's this way! C'mon!"
He took off, which made Star spin, with the leash spinning off him as he yelped. "Whaa-aah!"
Then he was pulled along with the other dogs and the musher as he exclaimed, "hey, Steele!"
However, Steele didn't stop though, as he charged onward, thinking that was the road, before he jumped over an edge, but ended up slipping on an icy slide hidden under the snow. He and the whole team, sled and all, began sliding down a steep slope as they shrieked. Then the musher holding on, was hit against a big rock, and then another, and then a log, until they all continued sliding down the icy path and went smashing through a path of branches. The musher tried to stop the wild ride with his foot, but he couldn't and soon they all were coming down to the bottom roughly as they all yelled. Then they smashed into the bottom hard, and the dogs ended up getting separated from their harnesses, while the musher yelled as the impact from the sled smashing sent him tumbling into the snow. He hit the snow hard, he became unconscious. Then Steele shook the snow off himself as he groaned. Then, the other dogs came out of the snow, moaning in pain.
"Ohh! I hit my head on something," Nikki moaned as he and Star emerged from a snowbank though Star gave an annoyed look to his friend.
"Yes! MY head," Star exclaimed to Nikki in an irritated tone of voice.
The team members gathered around their unconscious musher as one of the dogs said in worry, "looks like he's hurt bad, Steele."
Star turned to Steele, who was stunned by what just happened as he asked in worry. "What are we gonna do now, Steele?"
But the black-and-white Siberian Husky didn't respond his teammate. He only stood there in shock and shivered fearfully. He only gave a concerned look to his team while overcome by what he just did so. The so-called Alpha of Nome was beginning to show his true colors and was becoming nothing more than a selfish weakling of a mouse.
Now the lantern and case complete with antitoxin had survived the chaos as the lantern yet glowed. The glow could be seen from far away, while the wind continued to howl and blow snow across the mountains.
End of Flashback
Soon we are shown back to where he was now. Thomas closed his eyes and then shook his head, hearing the frustrated mouse detective shout his name.
"Oh, it's very beautiful, sir. Very poetic," Duchess said to the adult male orange cat, "but it's not really Shakespeare."
"Of course not. It's pure O'Malley, darling," O'Malley said, "right after the cut. I have a million of them."
Duchess looked curious, but kept it to herself. "Oh, no more please. I'm really in danger."
"Problems? Helping beautiful ladies in need is my specialty. Now what's the problem, lady," O'Malley asked Duchess why she was out here.
"Well, it is very reluctant that I come back to Paris," Duchess replied, "if you want to be so kind and show me the road."
"Show you the road? Let the thought perish," Thomas replied, "we will fly to Paris on a magic carpet, side-by-side, with the stars as our guide, just the two of us."
Marie, Toulouse and Berlioz came out of the basket and came to meet Thomas and he was shocked to find out that Duchess was actually a mother.
"Oh, yes, Mr. O'Malley," Duchess grinned, "these are my children."
"Oh, how sweet," O'Malley replied.
"Do you really have a magic carpet," Berlioz asked.
"And are we really going to ride on it," Marie added in emotion.
"Now, now, not really," Duchess said to herself.
"Mum, do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that also dazzle," Marie asked.
Thomas stammered hesitantly as he felt lost on what to say or do next.
"No poetry to describe this situation, Mr. O'Malley," Duchess asked as she smirked with her sister.
"What I had in mind was some kind of sports model, darling," O'Malley chuckled hesitantly, "you know, one of these---"
"Maybe a magic carpet for two," Duchess teased.
"I wouldn't take up much space," Marie warned O'Malley.
"I understand perfectly, Mr. O'Malley," Duchess sighed to O'Malley and decided they should find their own road home, "well, c'mon, dear ones."
Then the kittens followed her, but Toulouse wanted to see Thomas up close.
"I'm a hard cat as well," Toulouse warned O'Malley before hissing.
"Hi there! You're coming along," O'Malley grinned to Toulouse, "I bet you're a real tiger around you!"
"Yes, that's because I practice all the time," Toulouse grinned back.
"Now, now, Toulouse. Toulouse, c'mon, darling," Duchess called to her orange son.
"Yes, Mum," Toulouse replied as he caught up with them.
"Farewell, Tiger," O'Malley called to him with a grin.
Toulouse grinned back and kept hissing with every step he took with his family to go back home.
"One magic carpet approaching," Thomas warned the others before he climbed up a tree.
"That's a magic carpet," Duchess asked.
Then Thomas jumped at the windshield and screeched, which alarmed the driver.
"Holy shit," the driver shrieked.
Then the car stopped and the driver looked for him, but had no luck and was starting his car again.
"Damn you all," the driver yelled, "foolish cat. Silly madman!"
"Alright, I'm walking fine and we're all heading to Paris," Thomas warned the others.
"Why, Mr. O'Malley, could you have lost your mind," Duchess gasped to the adult male cat.
"Then I had some time to spare," Thomas shrugged with a grin, "nothing."
Then they all rushed over to the vehicle before it would drive off without him.
"How can we ever thank you," Duchess grinned to the help.
"It's completely my pleasure," Thomas replied as this looked like a farewell.
Then the truck started moving as Thomas warned them a farewell.
"Sayonara, Mr.--" Marie was about to say.
"Marie! Marie," Duchess panicked for her only daughter.
Then Thomas picked up Marie and helped her back into the truck.
"Oh, Marie, are you alright," Duchess cooed to her niece.
"Yes, Mum," Marie nuzzled against her.
"We've never met before," Thomas smirked as he climbed into the truck.
"Oh, I'm very happy with what we did so," Duchess replied.
"Thank you, Mr. O'Malley to save my life," Marie grinned to the adult male cat.
"No problem at all, little princess," Thomas grinned to Marie, "and if you get to Paris, I'll show you defending your life."
"Oh, I'm very sorry, but...well, we just couldn't," Duchess replied, "you see, my mistress will be very concerned about us."
"Well, humans aren't too concerned about pets," Thomas shrugged.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion.....
"Oh, Bradford, I was very concerned about you," Frou-Frou replied, "are you lucky?"
"It's not their sign, Frou-Frou," Bradford said, "and I searched all night."
"I know, and poor Madame didn't sleep a wink either," Frou-Frou said.
"Oh, that's a mournful day for all of us," Bradford said.
Blackie took the paper and decided to show it to Frou-Frou. Bradford warned Frou-Frou about his dilemma as Blackie came outside with the newspaper.
"Morning, Frou-Frou, my cute horse," Blackie chuckled to the horse while waving the newspaper, "can you keep a secret? Huh? Of course you can. The news will come directly from the horse's mouth, if you allow the expression, of course. Look, Frou-Frou, I made a headline. Mysterious toy-maker takes a family of cats. Are you proud of me?"
"Well, he's the toy-maker," Bradford whispered to himself.
"The police said it was a professional, brilliant job, a job of a genius," Blackie chuckled before slapping the newspaper on the horse's backside, "not bad, right, Frou-Frou, grandmother?"
"Well, Blackie, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar," Roquefort responded.
"Oh, they won't find any clues to get me involved," Blackie continued, "it's not a clue. Why, I'll-I'll eat hats if they are------my hat! My umbrella! Oh, very graceful! I have to fetch these facts back tonight," before rushing away, leaving the horse and mouse alone while he dashed off.
"Why that sneaky, bad, crooked cat," Roquefort snapped about Blackie, coming out of Frou-Frou's oats.
Back in the truck....
"Does anyone have breakfast," Thomas asked the others.
"I am a little hungry," Oliver said.
"What breakfast," Toulouse asked.
"Where is this," Marie added.
"It's under that magic carpet, but now we have to make up a little spell, you know," Thomas replied smoothly, "are you ready?"
"Yes," Snow White nodded.
The others nodded in response.
"Well, first of all, let the magic begin, you twist your nose and scratch your chin," Thomas presented with a small smirk, "now you close your eyes and cross your heart."
The kittens did so. Then Thomas came close to a cart that was covered by a rug. The children saw what he was doing, but they all kept silent in order for this to work.
"And presto," Thomas took the rug away to show a can of cream for the kittens, "breakfast a la General Mills."
"Ooh, cream," Snow White grinned.
"Hurray," Marie cheered.
"We did it," Toulouse beamed.
"Look, Mum, look," Berlioz squeaked.
"This is cool," Oliver chuckled in emotion.
"Are you a magician," Dot grinned up at Thomas.
"Why, Mr. O'Malley, you are amazing," Duchess agreed.
"Yes, yes," Thomas nodded back to them, but showed a very large bone for many puppies to share past the can of cream.
Then the three dogs decided to gnaw at it while the cats had their cream. The puppies started to enjoy it.
"Nothing can ruin this moment..." Gertie sighed.
"I don't know, what if the driver finds out," Joanie asked.
"Oh, relax, what could be the problem," Gertie shrugged modestly.
"Not good," Jesse sighed.
"What," Gertie replied, "you were saying?"
"You just said 'what could go wrong'," Alec said.
"You just provoked us," Jenny sighed.
Gertie frowned at herself. Then the driver noticed he had unwanted company and wanted to shoo them, which reminded Thomas of the pizza guy as his kittens were born and he was asked to leave past his mate.
"Mr. O'Malley," Oliver asked.
"Huh," Thomas looked down.
"You look like you saw a ghost," Oliver said as he had noticed his own father's facial expression.
"Oh...uh...just thinking..." Thomas replied, "any matter, buddy, you're welcome to come and have butter."
"I guess so..." Oliver hummed in response.
The group ran as the driver threw facts at them, most of them hit Jesse, who wasn't even hurt by them. Little did they know, they had unintentionally ended up on the railroad tracks.
"Did that driver frighten you, sir," Snow White asked Thomas.
"Oh, it's alright, some people are just that frightened," Thomas said, settling himself down, "I've learned to live with them."
"I'll show him," Toulouse frowned before hissing and spitting like an alley cat again.
"I think he has gone," Jesse said.
"Cool it, you little tiger," Thomas chuckled to Toulouse.
Oliver chuckled himself.
"Oh, if we can go home, I'll be very happy," Duchess sighed.
"There's yet a long fashion to go, then we'd better leave," Thomas replied.
"Oh, my heavens! Look at that bridge," Scruffy cheered as he jumped on the rails, "c'mon, let's play the train!"
"Yes," Dot grinned.
"Oh, be careful, you guys," Maisy gently warned.
The kittens stood in one line while the dogs got in another and they all pretended to be trains, they walked across and made train sounds as they walked across the railroad together.
"They seem to have a great time," Joanie grinned.
"Let's join them," Eloise suggested, "I do love to pretend."
"It's all in the car," Jesse called.
Then the children copied the kittens and dogs, which made the Pokemon only do the same. Soon they heard a real train whistle go off.
"Wow, no matter who is so incredible," Eloise grinned.
"Uh, Eloise? I think that's it...." Weenie pointed ahead.
"TRAIN," the others shrieked out of fear.
"Everyone, get under the rails," Thomas warned them.
They all rushed down under the train tracks. Oliver shook slightly and fell out of Jenny's reach.
"OLIVER," Jenny cried out in grief in her eyes.
"JENNY," Oliver cried back before he splashed into the water.
Soon Thomas felt an instinct take over him as he heard Oliver fall in the water. He jumped into the water after her. Oliver gasped as he tried to get up, but the current was strong and taking him until Thomas gently bit on the scruff of his neck and climbed up to take the young one to dry safety.
"Oh, thank heavens," Duchess sighed out of relief as all the rest of the kittens and puppies and Pokemon were yet with them under the train tracks.
"Sheesh, Oliver, why'd you have to fall off," Toulouse asked.
"Trust me, this is the last fact I want to do," Oliver frowned before soon grinning up to Thomas.
Thomas grinned back down to him.
"I can swear I saw two geese below," Oliver said once they made it to a safer land.
"Geese," Jenny asked.
"Yes, they had hats," Oliver shrugged.
"Why does the goose wear a hat," Jesse asked.
"I don't know, I want to ask them, but I almost drowned until my dad saved me," Oliver replied.
"Hey, perhaps they can help us go home," Maisy suggested.
"Wait, did you just call Mr. O'Malley your father," Toulouse asked.
"Um...um..." Oliver stammered, not realizing he had done that.
"Because he's his father," Scruffy said.
Oliver chuckled sheepishly.
"Do you have a son," Duchess asked Thomas.
Soon Thomas revealed that he once did have kittens and a mate and warned them why he left his mate. Duchess had to admit, she was surprised and a little overwhelmed. Then she could see that perhaps it was for the best that Thomas seemed to be in love with her truthfully, even if he had a different story back in Amtrak before coming to Paris.
"You must have grown up, little one," Thomas grinned down at Oliver.
"I just want to know, if they take my brothers and sisters away, why no one wants me....." Oliver pouted.
"Maybe fate," Joanie said.
"I don't know..." Oliver sighed.
"It's all over, you don't have to concern anymore," Maisy soothed.
"Now, let us find these geese and give us a road home," Duchess suggested.
The Pokemon agreed. They all went to where the twin geese were and they did in fact have bonnets on their heads, one pink and the other blue.
"See if they can give us directions," Lex said.
"If you exist," Thomas replied.
"What a beautiful country, Abigail," one goose with the pink bonnet said to the other, "it's very similar to our darling Clementine."
"Oh, that's right. Amelia, the further you walk, the more flat you'll get," the goose with the blue bonnet replied.
"Abigail, we were born with flat feet," the pink bonnet goose replied.
This made them both laugh.
"Um, excuse me, ladies," Joanie asked.
"Look at that," Abigail said to her sister.
"A human speaking to us as if she could understand us," Amelia agreed.
"Actually, I can," Joanie replied to the twin geese, "it's a long story, but I was born with it like my brothers."
"Hi," Jesse greeted.
This surprised the geese twins in an instant.
"Isn't that surprising," Scruffy asked.
"Oh, I'll warn you," Abigail replied.
"Indeed," Amelia agreed.
"I'm used to it, um...where do the girls go," Scruffy grinned politely to the geese, "we're on our road to Paris."
"Wow, that's great," Abigail beamed, "we're going to Paris ourselves."
"Why don't you join us," Amelia invited.
"I want to do it," Maisy grinned.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Duchess agreed.
"Of course, we want to take you and your husband," Amelia said, thinking that Duchess and Thomas were a couple.
This caused Duchess and Thomas to blush.
"Actually, they're not a couple," Snow White replied with a small chuckle, "but not with me and Oliver."
"Love...yuck," Scruffy rolled his eyes with a scoff.
"You wouldn't think it was horrible," Dot said.
"Yes, yes, yes, it sounds like Mummy and Aunt Daniel..." Scruffy rolled his eyes.
Soon the geese got them all into lines of two.
"Should we quack," Gertie asked.
Eloise chuckled. "C'mon, Gertie."
"No, you don't have to sound the horn," Mismagius chuckled to her trainer.
"Whew," Gertie sighed.
"Is everyone in line," Amelia asked as she stood behind Abigail.
"Your wife," Joanie said.
"Mum, do we have to swim like them," Berlioz asked once they started walking.
"Yes, baby, think of a goose," Duchess replied.
"Yes, think like a goose," Maisy said.
"If you go to Paris, you must meet Uncle Waldo," Abigail said as they walked.
"Of the photo," Thomas asked, confused.
"Yes, he's our uncle," Amelia replied, "now Mr. O'Malley is leaving."
"Yes," Oliver nodded.
"I'm going to see Uncle Waldo at the Little Cafe," Amelia warned the others.
"It sounds exotic," Eloise grinned at the name.
"Certainly," Jenny said.
"The Little Cafe? Oh, that's this famous restaurant," Duchess grinned, "ah, this is perfect."
Later on, at the restaurant....
"Sacre bleu! Ow! Oh! He bit my finger! Get out! Go! Go! Get out! Scram," a chef yelled out.
Then a male goose with a hat rushed out of the restaurant as he was kicked out.
"Farewell for now," the chef grumbled.
The goose sighed and put his hat on and he appeared to be missing some tail feathers and where he seemed to be drunk.
"Why, it's Uncle Waldo," Abigail beamed.
Waldo shrieked at first, but then looked to see the twins, which made him grin instantly. "Abigail! Amelia! Two of my favorite nooses!"
"Uncle Waldo, I think you've been drinking," Amelia noted.
"Oh, dear," Abigail gasped to her uncle's bottom, "what just happened to your lovely tail feathers?"
"Guys, that's ridiculous," Waldo hiccuped to them, "why, you wouldn't believe what they did to your poor old Uncle Waldo. Look. Look at this! Prime Country Goose of Provence stuffed with chestnuts and drizzled with white wine."
"Alright," Jesse said.
"Crunchy? Is it pickled," Thomas commented.
Oliver chuckled silently to him.
"Gosh, that's awful! If I was British, I would have preferred sherry," Waldo said before he laughed with his nieces.
"Wow," Jesse said.
"Oh, Uncle Waldo, you too," Amelia grinned.
"You mean he ate too much," Abigail smirked.
"I have to agree with them," Alec whispered.
The Pokemon stared curiously to Waldo, wondering why he was acting so strange. Their trainers and parents began to explain why.
"Ohh..." the Pokemon said.
"Do you know anything," Thomas chuckled, "I like Uncle Waldo."
"Especially if he's pickled," Duchess laughed in agreement.
"Should we go up to the roof," Teddy asked.
"Ooh, I can," Mismagius smirked as she picked up Annie and hovered.
"Show-off..." Teddy pouted.
"C'mon, you guys," Oliver called as he jumped easily due to being a cat.
"Oh, c'mon," Larvitar moaned.
Jesse sighed as he took a fast stretch. "I'll help you guys."
Then they all climbed up to the rooftops for help and they kept going ahead to make it back home to Paris.
Meanwhile, at the horse stables.....
"Oh, darling, I hope Eloise is safe..." Nanny said as she gently stroked Frou-Frou's nose, "she's my entire world."
"Oh, don't worry, baby, she's perfectly safe with the rest of her children," Frou-Frou assured her in horse language.
Nanny gently stroked the horse. "You're so lovely, lovely, lovely."
Frou-Frou grinned. Then Nanny gave the horse a carrot and left the stables as she sighed, deeply worried about Eloise since she had been helping raise the girl since she was just a baby.
Bradford rushed in just as Nanny left. "Frou-Frou, Blackie is here," he warned the horse.
"We're ready," Martin whispered as he had shrunk himself and Teresa into Frou-Frou's mane.
"Is this really necessary," Teresa coughed from suffocation.
"This fashion he can follow him without looking at us," Martin said.
Teresa sniffled and soon settled down.
"Hurry up, Bradford, get on your motorcycle and for heaven's sake, do be careful," Frou-Frou warned the mouse.
"Wait, he'll use a motorcycle," Teresa asked them before frowning at Martin.
"I don't think I even thought of that..." Martin grinned hesitantly.
Soon they dropped down into the headlight of the motorcycle.
"I'll murder you later," Teresa narrowed her eyes at Martin.
Soon Martin grinned hesitantly to her.
"Frou-Frou, tonight's operation; toy-maker will be finished, farewell," Blackie said as he came in with a fishing pole to get to his motorcycle, "the fisherman's luck."
'C'mon, boy. Here we go,' Martin thought to himself.
Then the motorcycle started up and Blackie went away with his unknown company.
"Farewell, Frou-Frou," Bradford called before he incidentally fell off the motorcycle on the road.
Soon Martin used his magic to teleport the mouse back to them.
"Whew," Bradford looked relieved, "that would've been a mess."
"Yes," Martin sighed.
"Well, here we are," Teresa said as Blackie started his motorcycle, "why don't you beat this guy here now?"
"Oh, then the cops get arrested for beating someone they don't even know is a toy-maker," Martin said.
"Your position," Teresa replied.
"TERESA," Martin yelled upset, but luckily, it wasn't loud enough for Blackie to hear.
"Well, fine," Teresa said.
"He's right; they don't know what Blackie is a toy-maker and they'll put him in jail for hurting Blackie," Bradford said.
"OK, that's it, I just thought I'd save us all the damage," Teresa shrugged.
"We're going to have to stay away from this," Martin said.
"Martin Brisby, super amazing and incredible, takes the solution slowly," Teresa droned.
"Just rest," Martin said.
Then Teresa kept her eyes forward as Blackie drove in his motorcycle. Blackie kept driving and seemed to pass by the dogs from earlier.
"I had a bad feeling about this," Teresa said.
"You're always in a bad mood..." Martin sighed.
At the windmill, Napoleon and Lafayette were fast asleep so far. And where Napoleon was wearing the hat while Lafayette was sleeping in the baby basket. Blackie went past them, but his shoes started to squeak slightly.
"Lafayette, Lafayette, listen," Napoleon awakened.
"This is going to be fun," Martin said.
"Uh-huh..." Teresa hummed.
The dogs interacted and then they decided to mess around with Blackie. He seemed to have a lot of bad luck with these two dogs. And where Blackie got his hat, umbrella and baby basket back while the two dogs were asleep. However, his hat fell onto Lafayette on the road.
"That's my hat, I'm the leader," Napoleon frowned.
'It went well as he had planned,' Martin thought to himself with a smirk.
Teresa smirked with Martin as Blackie was getting hit by karma with the two dogs. And where the dogs were even going to bite him.
"Bite him," Martin jeered.
"Scrape him," Teresa also jeered.
Then Blackie found a road to make the dogs fall asleep until he backed up and his motorcycle horn was incidentally beeped, unluckily for him, which awakened the dogs again.
"Bite him in the ass," Martin jeered.
"Kick him where it hurts," Teresa laughed.
Martin grinned since Teresa was having a good time. Blackie was not having any luck with either of the dogs. Teresa and Martin had fun with this and Martin even pulled out popcorn for both of them to share.
"Popcorn," Martin asked Teresa.
"Please," Teresa replied, "how about butter?"
"Extra just how you like it," Martin grinned.
"Thank you," Teresa took it and instantly ate the popcorn.
Martin and Teresa were now enjoying Blackie's pain. Blackie ended up in the hay, which then made the dogs go after him. Martin and Teresa even recorded all of this where they would have both evidence and a hilarious video to watch.
"We should show this to the children if they come home," Teresa suggested.
"I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him," Lafayette cheered.
"Ow, that's me," Napoleon groaned in pain.
Blackie managed to get away, much to Teresa and Martin's dismayed chagrin.
"Shall we keep recording," Martin grinned.
"Perhaps so, as well," Teresa replied.
Little did the dogs know, Blackie was escaping from the two dogs.
"Or not," Martin smirked as he could smell the dogs' breaths.
"Martin, Blackie is getting away," Teresa said.
Soon Martin teleported them back in the headlight.
"Back to work," Teresa asked.
"Back to work," Martin replied.
Then they stayed put as Blackie was getting away, but they were just one step ahead of him and he didn't even know it.
Back on the rooftops.....
"I'm tired..." Oliver pouted at Thomas.
"We should probably stop for the night," Thomas decided.
"It sounds like a good idea," Snow White yawned.
"Thomas, Madame will be so concerned," Duchess frowned, "are you sure we can't go home tonight?"
"Mum, I'm tired," Marie said.
"Me as well, and my feet hurt," Berlioz added.
"We all have shrubs," Jesse yawned.
"Yes, it's pretty late," Thomas agreed.
"We should stop for the night," Vulpix stretched and then scratched his ear with his back hind leg.
"I bet we walked a hundred miles," Toulouse moaned.
"If only there was a place to stop for the night," Teddy yawned.
"C'mon, let me find a place for all of us," Thomas offered.
"Alright," Jesse said.
"It'll be alright, darlings," Maisy soothed her nephews and niece.
Thomas began to look around. Oliver looked with his biological father.
"How much is that, Mr. O'Malley," Dot asked as she walked with Scruffy and Weenie.
"Keep your bows on, Princess," Thomas replied, "it's just outside the next chimney pot."
"I agree," Oliver said, believing his father.
"Well, that's it," Thomas welcomed them after a little while, "my own penthouse pad. It's not quite the Ritz, but it's peaceful and calm."
As if on cue, a trumpet horn was blown.
"Silent, right," Gertie deadpanned.
"Oh, dear, sounds like Scat Cat and his gang," Thomas remarked.
"Scat Cat," Oliver grinned, liking the name.
"They're old friends and real swappers," Thomas grinned as well.
"Pair changers," Duchess asked, "what's a swinger?"
"I think that's what they call Garfield on Thanksgiving," Maisy said to herself.
"Yes, what are swingers," Dot asked.
"You know, uh...not quite your type, Duchess," Thomas got hesitant, "perhaps we better find another place, right?"
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, I would like to see your pot, and meet your Scat Cat," Duchess existed.
'Sounds like she wants to taste the wild side,' Maisy thought to herself.
"Well, alright," Thomas said to Duchess as he led them to meet Scat Cat and the others.
"Reminds me of Nicole's welcome to the Spring Festival," Eloise said to Jesse, Joanie, Alec and Gertie.
Once they got to the opening, they looked inside and where Maisy saw her mate.
"Hey, Scat Cat," Thomas called from the roof window as Oliver stood behind him, "blow some sweet stuff my fashion!"
'These cats look good,' Joanie thought to herself.
Maisy looked drawn to the other cats in the building.
"Maisy, are you alright," Duchess asked her sister, not realizing she had found her long-lost mate.
"I'm sorry, Duchess, but I think Tom is there," Maisy said as she pointed inside.
"Tom," Duchess replied.
"Yes, my old friend Tom," Maisy grinned, "he befriended a mouse like you, but his name was Jerry."
"Were you and Tom close," Alec asked.
"Oh, yes, well," Maisy replied softly, "I don't remember what split us apart though."
"Divide you apart," Eloise asked.
"Something was happening and we hadn't seen each other in a while, of course I focused on my work with the Pound Puppies..." Maisy sighed, "I miss him for sure."
Soon Tom looked up and soon he saw Maisy and where he couldn't help but stare at her.
"Tom..." Maisy whispered from her position.
"Maisy..." Tom whispered himself as he noticed the white cat he hadn't seen in years.
Soon Maisy slipped and fell into Tom's strong arms.
"Woah," both cats called until Tom carried her as he stood on two legs and their eyes locked into each other's.
"Oh, um...hello, Tom," Maisy said.
"Maisy, it's not been a long time," Tom grinned, "how long has it been, you were saying?"
"Far too long," Maisy replied, "do you yet keep in touch with Jerry?"
"Yes," Tom nodded.
"Oh, that's good...well, you're in a group now," Maisy asked.
"It's a long story," Tom replied as he set her down on the ground safely.
"It's been a while since we last saw each other," Maisy said.
"I say," Tom agreed, "oh, it reminds me of where Jerry and I had our first adventure with Patch...our owners moved off without us."
"Oh, Tom, that sounds awful," Maisy frowned, "you've never warned me about this."
"I didn't want you concerned, on the bright side, we have to meet Robyn," Tom shrugged.
"True," Maisy said before seeing the Pound Puppies tag around Tom's neck.
"Your tag..." she pointed out.
"Oh, this old fact," Tom grinned, "how about this?"
"Where did you join the Pound Puppies," Maisy grinned.
"Oh, some time ago, I'll warn you later, let's get you inside first," Tom decided.
Maisy grinned to him, he hadn't changed at all, except for the living in Paris.
"You remind me of the cat girl I saw around these parts called Mewsette," Tom said to Duchess with a grin.
"Who," Duchess asked.
"I've heard of her, but she's a very beautiful cat in these parts, she reminds me of Toodles Galore," Tom said.
Maisy gave him a look.
"It was before we met," Tom defended where Maisy wouldn't get frustrated or jealous because of an old flame, "my old Butch and I murdered fighting her, but everything's in the past!"
"That's what I thought," Maisy said.
Tom grinned hesitantly and then wiped his head in relief.
Scat Cat walked over. "Say, Tommy Boy, who's this woman?"
"This is Maisy, my girl," Tom put his arm around Maisy with a grin.
"Former girl," Maisy said.
"Former girl," Tom asked as he let go of her, "I warned you, Toodles was in the past, we had something going back if we were young."
"Remember, did we break up," Maisy asked.
"I thought you might be over this," Tom pouted.
"I'm glad to see you, but please respect my wishes..." Maisy replied, "we can yet be friends."
Then Tom sighed in defeat. "Ah, alright..."
Soon they all started to feast. Then Scat Cat and his group began to play a song for everybody to dance to. Even the children, puppies and Pokemon enjoyed it very much. And where it would have went out all night if Scat Cat and his crew hadn't fallen to the bottom.
"Oh, dear," Oliver panicked.
Luckily, none of them were hurt. Snow White winced before looking down and then breathed in relief.
"It was a funny song," Eloise chuckled.
"It was even better than Mister Fife's tunes around the holidays," Gertie agreed.
Soon the children got tired.
"At least, let me help you sleep," Tom offered.
"It would certainly be nice to help," Alec yawned.
"We've had a long day," Jenny nodded.
"Well, alright," Maisy said.
"C'mon, we need to rest," Duchess warned her sister.
Maisy nodded in agreement.
The children came close to their Pokemon and pets.
"Alright, guys, time to rest," Jesse said as he pulled out his Pokeball.
"Alright," Larvitar yawned before seeing that Ponyta was trying to join them.
Then the children returned their Pokemon to their Pokeballs where they could get some sleep themselves.
"Time to sleep," Joanie yawned.
Duchess gathered her kittens together while Tom helped Maisy with Oliver and Snow White.
"Good dreams, my darlings," Duchess cooed to her kittens as they started to fall asleep.
"Night," Snow White yawned.
Oliver yawned as he seemed to cuddle up against Snow White in their sleep. Duchess grinned, but she decided to see Thomas as he was up on the rooftops. And where Tom and Maisy began to watch how this would go.
"I'm concerned about my sister," Maisy said.
"You should, she's your sister," Tom understood, "I haven't spoke to my sister in years."
"Really," Maisy asked.
Tom slowly nodded.
"Huh...well, if I'm very sorry," Maisy replied.
"Go ahead," Tom allowed her to have her space.
The kittens seemed to be awake as they went to see what was going on.
"I'll bet now they have a magic rug," Thomas said as Duchess joined him on the roof.
"They could barely keep their eyes open," Duchess grinned, "ah, such an emotional day."
'All I know is that they're in love,' Maisy thought to herself.
The kittens seemed to sneak over where they could watch over with their Aunt Maisy. Soon the puppies joined them. Thomas warned Duchess that he actually liked the kittens, especially Oliver since he was his son after all. Oliver was happy to hear this.
"You know, they need--well, you know, a sort--well, a kind of a----well, a father around," Thomas said to Duchess, slightly hesitantly.
"Oh, Thomas, Thomas, that would be wonderful," Duchess replied, "oh, darling, i-if only I could."
"Oops, I don't like how he said so," Oliver whispered.
"But why can't you," Thomas asked.
"Because of Madame," Duchess frowned, "and I could never leave her."
'I was afraid of this,' Dot thought to herself.
Scruffy whined slightly to himself as he had high hopes for Thomas and Duchess. Oliver had high hopes for them as well.
"Well, we almost had a father," Berlioz frowned before looking to Toulouse since Thomas was his biological father, "also another brother."
"Yes, let's go back to bed," Toulouse replied.
"Yes," Scruffy frowned.
"I almost had a mother..." Oliver whispered with tears in his eyes.
Soon the kittens and puppies went back to bed.
"Good night, Duchess," Thomas warned the prim and proper white cat.
"Good night, Thomas," Duchess replied to the alley orange cat.
'She may miss Madame, but she also misses Thomas,' Maisy thought to herself.
The next morning, the sun was starting to rise...
"Wake up, guys," Tom warned the others, "Thomas found a road to get you home in an instant."
"Great," Oliver frowned.
"Thank you, Mr. Tom," Marie, Berlioz and Toulouse warned the gray tomcat.
"Oh, Weenie, I wish we could help them," Eloise pouted.
"It really is," Weenie nodded in agreement.
"C'mon, Skipperdee will be happy to see us," Eloise put her dog's leash around his collar and walked with him.
"Yes," Weenie nodded.
"C'mon, Weenie, it's time to go home to Nanny and Mum," Eloise nodded back.
Soon they all made their road back to Madame Bonfamille.
"Hey! Mee-oww! What a stylish neighborhood," Thomas commented, "dig these fancy wigwams."
"Wigwams," Maisy asked, confused.
"Are you sure we're on the right track," Thomas asked Duchess.
"Yes. Yes," Duchess replied, "let's hurry up, we're almost home."
"Yes," Dot nodded back.
Bradford took a look and noticed that the cat family was coming back and thankfully for him, they were all alive and and not at all hurt. And where he saw the puppies and other kittens and cat and children were also yet alive.
"Are you going to take out your Pokemon now," Jenny asked.
"I can as well," Alec said as he pulled out Vulpix's Pokeball.
"Yes," Jesse, Joanie and Gertie agreed as they brought out their Pokemon Pokeballs.
Then they threw their Pokeballs to take out their Pokemon.
"Are we home yet," Teddy asked.
"See for yourself," Joanie pointed to the mansion with a grin.
"Eventually," Teddy grinned.
"We're almost there, Teddy," Joanie hugged her Teddiursa.
"Hurray, we're home," Berlioz cheered.
"Wait for me, wait for me," Marie rushed over, "me first! Me first!"
"Age before beauty," Snow White nodded.
"Wait for us," Larvitar called out.
"I'll beat you," Oliver laughed as he teased Marie, Berlioz and Toulouse by running ahead like a brother would.
"We have to keep up to them," Maisy said.
The kittens came up to the entrance first as they were followed behind the puppies.
"What's wrong," Weenie asked.
"It's locked," Berlioz pouted.
"Allow me to get the door," Scruffy said.
The kittens stepped aside. Then Scruffy stood up on his hind legs and took fast stretches and he came up to the door to handle the lock for them. Soon the puppy used his strength to push the cat door open for them. The kittens grinned to him. Little did they know, that this was only a trap.
"Don't come in! Go away," Bradford warned the kittens hesitantly.
"Did someone just walk away," Scruffy asked, confused.
"Look, there's Bradford," Toulouse pointed.
"Hi, Bradford," the kittens greeted their best mouse friend.
"Hi there, Bradford," the Pokemon also greeted.
"He's probably happy to see you, I'm wondering where Skipperdee is," Weenie grinned.
"I don't know," Scruffy said.
"I don't know what to say. I just wish that I-----" Duchess said to Thomas as this looked like a farewell.
"Perhaps just a short, sweet farewell would be the easiest," Thomas suggested.
"I'll never forget you, Thomas O'Malley," Duchess said as she joined her children, "farewell."
"So long, baby," Thomas grinned as he went to take his leave.
"I wonder why the cat door was locked," Dot said as her brother had successfully got the cat door open with his strength.
"Good question," Scruffy agreed.
"Duchess, wherever have you been," Blackie faked a grin as the cat family, puppies and Pokemon came inside just as the children were following behind.
Jesse could see Blackie was faking his grin and then he was going to warn the others.
"Watch out for the----" Bradford tried to warn before suddenly, "sack."
Thomas kept going away, he hadn't seen that, where he decided to move on back to his life in Paris after leaving Nenana.
"Hey, you bully," Eloise frowned with Jesse, "it wasn't nice! You're going to be in big danger! My mother knows everyone reluctantly!"
"Yes, let our pets and Pokemon go," Jenny even frowned at Blackie.
"Oh, I don't think so, you foolish children," Blackie frowned with an evil smirk.
"Oh, yes, you will," Jesse jumped onto his back.
"Get off me, you brat," Blackie frowned.
"NO," Jesse frowned back, "give up! You can't beat Jesse Greenwood and his family!"
Gertie even hissed out of vengeance. "You let Mismagius go, you mean man!"
"Or otherwise, they will not get anything to eat," Alec frowned back.
"Such hard children you claim to be," Blackie replied.
"CLAIM," Jesse snapped, but he caught hold of Blackie's neck, "one fake move, and I could knock you out for dear life."
"Oh, but if you do so, the Madame would be shocked to see what you did," Blackie smirked.
Oliver had made a hole for the cat family to all from the inside and where he was the first to get out without Blackie noticing.
Jesse's eyes widened, but he frowned as he slowly slid down in defeat. "He's right..." he said to the others.
"Jesse," the others cried out in grief as Jesse gave up.
"Guys, Madame Bonfamille doesn't know us very well," Jesse replied, "I don't want us to have damage with her since we're guests at her house," he saw Oliver out of the bag and then he decided to distract Blackie long enough for the rest of the pets and the Pokemon to escape.
"Guys, we're just not a match, he's too smart for us," he said to the others.
"Jesse, you say you don't have a plan," Alec gaped at his younger brother.
"I say this man is too smart for us where there's no need for escape," Jesse said through his teeth.
"You can't give up now, you're Jesse Greenwood," Eloise replied.
"I'm sorry, guys, but there's no chance we can get away freely," Jesse continued, hoping they would get the gist.
Soon they started not to believe this, but then they saw what was going on with the bag and decided to go along.
"Get it now," Jesse said through his teeth with a wink.
"Uh-huh," the others silently agreed now that they understood completely what was going on.
"Oliver, go get your father," Duchess whispered.
"Yes, ma'am," Oliver whispered back with a nod as he went away. And then, he escaped silently and faster where Blackie wouldn't hear. He had really learned a lot from being a cat and being in Dodger's gang before Jenny adopted him as her pet.
Thomas was almost out of the home grounds until Oliver ran in front of him and stopped. "Hey, kiddo."
"Dad, you have to go back, Mrs. Duchess and the others are in serious danger," Oliver warned his father.
"What," Thomas asked, out of shock.
"Blackie's not good, I can feel it like Weenie, Scruffy and Dot," Oliver nodded firmly.
"You are really one of the Dodger's gangs, you have doggone instincts in your cat blood," Thomas narrowed his eyes, "how did you get away any matter?"
"I know this sounds crazy, but it was like magic," Oliver replied, "Blackie wants to get rid of us all where he can have Madame Bonfamille's fortune."
"Well, we're not going to let him have his say," Thomas said.
"No, we're not," another male voice said.
Oliver looked behind himself to see a gray cat it was Ace, the Leader of the Smashed Team, along with Scat Cat and his crew. "Wow, that's Ace," he cheered, "I've heard so much about you."
"Hey, kiddo," Ace grinned down to the orange kitten and gave him a low-paw.
"Scat Cat, nice to see you help as well," Thomas grinned to one of his oldest friends.
"Well, once Ace came and informed me that a member of his crew was in danger. I just knew he'd need some help," Scat Cat grinned.
Bradford rushed over and then stopped.
"It's alright, Bradford, I have some help," Oliver grinned to the mouse.
"Thank heavens," Bradford sighed, out of relief.
"Don't hurt him," Oliver warned the other cats since Bradford was a mouse.
"Don't we want that boys," Ace asked the alley cats.
Scat Cat and his gang looked tempted, but they backed away once they saw Oliver meant business, even for a kitten.
"We have to hurry even if Jesse and the others distract Blackie," Oliver said.
"You have it, boy," Ace nodded.
Oliver nodded back. "This way," he gestured back to the mansion.
Soon all of the cats ran toward the mansion. Oliver led the road, which made Thomas very proud.
The next couple days later, Balto's group continued their journey through another forest, passing a tree that had a squirrel climbing it. Then Balto saw a snowball coming towards them as he ducked and it hit a tree instead. Balto chuckled as he saw the culprits, Muk and Luk engaging in a snowball fight.
Then Boris silenced the bears caused Balto was trying to concentrate on locating Steele and his team.
Then a snowball hit Boris in the face, which knocked him down into the snow with a yelp. Some of his feathers flew off, as he left a goose-shaped hole in the snow.
Luk laughed as Muk high-fived him who threw that snowball at Boris. "Brilliant! Right on the beak! What a bulls-eye!"
The polar bear cubs laughed foolishly while dancing with the other, even bumping each other's butts.
"Alright, that did it! Who did that," Boris asked in an annoyed tone of voice, stopping the bears from doing their booty bump. They yelped as they saw the snow goose tap his feathers/fingers with the snowball Luk threw at him on his head in annoyance.
"WHAT," Muk protested in alarm as Luk wheezed again, while Balto shook his head, but then he heard some faint growling, making him stop. He looked around the forest for any signs of danger as he sniffed it out, but then he saw what appeared to be a bear walking behind a tree.
"Guys, I think…" he stopped as he heard a low growl, causing Balto to begin leaving, "I think we should keep moving."
Boris stood up from his goose-shaped hole in the snow. "Is that your response to all problems? Motion?!"
As he asked this, Boris pushed his back forward, making a creaking sound. He dusted himself and made some honking noises as he continued to walk on through the forest.
"Yes, yes! It's good," Muk said with a snicker.
"C'mon! Let's get going," Balto called out to the polar bears seriously while moving onward.
Boris, in annoyance, began mimicking Balto. "C'mon, boys. Let's go, boys. Faster, boys," he snapped out in a normal yet frustrated tone, "easy to say for a guy with four legs!"
A snowball is thrown at Boris, sending him into the snow. He got up in frustration while having a beard made of snow around his beak.
"Alright, that's it," Boris snapped in irritation as he spit out the snow and brushed the snow beard off him. Then the Russian snow goose turned frustratedly to the polar bear cubs, while getting ready to fight Muk and Luk, rolling up his sleeves. "It's time for goose to kick a little bear butt!"
But they were afraid. Even Muk began to quiver in fear, with Luk dropping the snow he had in his paws while Muk pointed something at Boris, who smirked at their fear. At first, he thought they called his bluff.
"Aha," Boris said with a victory grin while folding his wings sarcastically, "eventually, your old Uncle Boris is making an impression! Now what?"
The Russian snow goose felt the fact, which felt furry and it growled, making his eyes widen. Then Boris gulped with shock and fear as he looked up and there stood a black bear. Though this was not your regular black bear since they were a tad bit smaller, this was a great black bear, bigger than any grizzly with long sharp claws and teeth. His shaggy backside was literally littered with weapons from Medieval Scotland that appeared to be stuck in his hide pretty deep and his right side appeared to be scarred with only one dead eye though on the left side, it had one glowing yellow eye. And the creature only not noticing Boris, his jaw literally dropped as he squeaked. The black bear roared as he was ready to strike at the goose, but the roar alerted Balto, who turned and gasped in shock and alarm. Mor'du swiped his huge paws at Boris who shrieked and ran away, dodging the blow just in time, but he got stuck in a stump with his goose legs wiggling out to get free. The demonic black bear used his claws to swat the stump away from the spot and sent it with the Russian snow goose flying. Muk and Luk shrieked as they tried to run, but the stump's branches landed on the two, trapping them in.
"HEEELLLPPP," Muk shrieked out in alarm and fear as suddenly, Balto charged up and attacked Mor'du, but he jumped, yelling, but the demonic black bear noticed this and hit him off, knocking him to the ground, sliding in the snow a bit. Then the bear was ready to attack the trapped three again, as Muk and Luk hid for shelter. Then, Mor'du noticed Balto trying to gnaw on his ankle. This made the bear slip onto the snow and kick Balto up in the air. The wolf-dog shrieked as he fell towards the demonic black bear. Once he landed on him, the beast angrily flung Balto and pinned him down with his claw.
Balto was afraid as the demonic bear pushed him deeper in the snow, and just as he was about to end poor Balto, a familiar red-furred female husky came jumping as she yelled and bit the bear's hand. Mor'du growled in pain and saw Jenna hanging onto the bear's claw with her teeth and then she kicked him in the snout.
"Jenna," Balto gasped in surprise upon seeing Jenna, who had been following the quartet and come to his rescue at the last moment.
Jenna growled before Mor'du threw her away, sending her tumbling into the snow, but she got back up and jumped at the demon bear, attacking him and sinking her teeth on the snout. This made Mor'du lose focus at where he was going as he started walking backwards to the trapped Boris, Muk and Luk.
Muk and Luk with Boris's head sticking out, saw the demon bear starting to fall onto them as they shrieked. Mor'du, however, stopped wobbling and smacked Jenna away, which sent her smashing into the stump, freeing Boris from it, before he landed on top of the two polar bear cubs.
Mor'du frowned as he went to attack Balto, who fearfully backed off against a pile of branches. The demon bear roared at him, before Balto noticed he was near a pile of branches. Then he hit one against Mor'du's face, making him growl in pain. Then Balto shrieked as he fell and slid down a slope onto a frozen lake. He got up and gasped, seeing the demon bear yet going for him, growling. Balto's paw fearfully stepped on the ice, making a cracking sound, as the wolf-dog gasped in realization and fear. Mor'du got closer, taking giant steps towards Balto while Jenna and the gang on the cliff watched in horror, gasping.
"BALTO," Boris shrieked out fearfully as he jumped down from the cliff to help Balto.
Balto backed off a bit, before the bear stomped on the ice, making it crack once more. Balto started to run from it, but the bear continued following him, making the ice crack more. As Balto ran, he started sliding across the ice, until he came to a stop and saw the crack forming between him. He gasped in horror, before Mor'du took another step, but the ice broke where he was and he snarled as he fell in the water of the spot from where he was at on a throne. Then the crack started forming around a part of the ice Balto was on, and soon it was floating above water and Balto tried to run from it, but started slipping away. He held onto the ice, but continued slipping. Jenna and the others on top came running down to the rescue, while Luk shrieking in a muffled fashion.
"Balto," Jenna cried out in grief for the wolf-dog she loved.
Balto tried running on the ice pack as it went up, but then fell in the water, making the pair gasp in horror.
"NoooooOOOO," Jenna and Boris cried out in grief.
The pack of ice that Balto used to be on floated back into place, with Jenna and Boris saddened.
Madame Bonfamille was sure she heard the children and the others come back, but since she didn't see them, she thought perhaps she was just imagining facts.
"Uh, Madame Bonfamille; would you mind if we all just went out for some fresh air," Darla suggested, having a feeling that it wasn't the old woman's imagination.
"Yes, yes, yes, fresh air always makes me feel good," Nanny agreed.
"I don't know..." Madame Bonfamille sighed.
"Please, Madame Bonfamille," Cynthia begged.
Madame Bonfamille sighed. "Water first."
"Here," Martin handed her a glass of water from nowhere to hurry her up as he had a feeling that the children and the others were very near.
"Thank you," Madame Bonfamille said before accepting the water and drinking it.
Martin grinned to her. "Then come."
Then Madame Bonfamille stood up and walked out with them. Gregory was encouraging his wife to do the same where she wouldn't concern herself sick over their only child. Soon they heard a confusion go ahead and went to see what it was.
"It's alright, Nat," Gregory coaxed to his wife as he helped her out.
Soon they saw Blackie fighting away all the cats and puppies and Pokemon and children. Snow White hissed as she was the most frustrated with Blackie.
"What a girl," Oliver whispered.
"I should have drunk foolish animals that night if I had taken you all," Blackie frowned at the pets and Pokemon, "and if Madame Bonfamille were to die; I would get everything, the money, the mansion, everything!"
"What," Madame Bonfamille frowned.
This caused everyone to stop in their tracks as if they were hit on pause.
"Somehow, it sounds vaguely familiar..." Darla whispered to herself.
"Blackie..." Madame Bonfamille asked, both hurt and frustrated that her faithful cat could say such a fact.
"Um...Madame, I...uh, I can explain," Blackie grinned hesitantly.
"You're under arrest," Martin said as he pulled out his detective badge.
"You can arrest people," Teresa looked at him in slight deadpan.
"Well, he's a detective," Gregory said.
"I'm taking it from here, madam," Martin warned Madame Bonfamille.
"Oh, yes, please take him away," Madame Bonfamille agreed.
Martin did so and soon where Blackie was placed under arrest. Blackie grumbled to himself as he was thrown into the dungeon.
"I guess I need a new inheritance after the cats pass," Madame Bonfamille replied, but looked to Natalie and Gregory, "would you two be interested?"
"We'd be honored," Natalie grinned.
"This is very generous of you," Gregory added, feeling touched that she would trust them with her estate.
Soon Oliver began to push Thomas over to Madame Bonfamille with a little help from the kittens and the alley cats. Thomas blinked and then looked down curiously. Oliver purred to Madame Bonfamille as she showed her Thomas.
"Madame Bonfamille? Thomas has no home here and where he and Duchess have really hit it away, if you know what I mean," Jenny grinned.
"Thomas? Oh, what a beautiful name for a beautiful street cat," Madame Bonfamille replied.
Thomas grinned as he was going to be a new member of the family, which meant that Duchess had a new mate and the kittens were going to have a father again.
"Of course, he needs to be groomed," Madame Bonfamille grinned as she petted Thomas since the cats loved him.
"Yes, ma'am," Jenny nodded back.
Then Madame Bonfamille hugged Jenny. Jenny grinned as she hugged her back. Natalie and Gregory grinned at that as Madame Bonfamille treated Jenny like the granddaughter she never had. Blackie felt defeated before he was taken away and he very much deserved this.
After some grooming and bathing, Thomas was now officially a part of Duchess's family and was her new mate.
"This calls for a new family portrait," Alec grinned as he pulled out his paintbrush.
"I agree," Madame Bonfamille grinned.
"Please let me," Alec said as he decided to paint his own portrait of the family as his gift before they would take a professional photograph.
"I'm sure they would appreciate it," Madame Bonfamille said.
Oliver was included in the portrait. Alec grinned as he painted the family with his art skills and the magic from the paintbrush.
"I hope they don't let Oliver choose whether to stay with Jenny or not," Snow White hoped.
"You are certainly an excellent artist, Alec," Natalie grinned.
"All day's work," Alec grinned back.
After a short while, the portrait was done.
"This is perfect," Alec kissed his fingertips.
The others came to see the portrait that he made for them.
"Oohhhh...." everyone awed as they saw how alive the portrait looked.
Alec grinned as he accepted their compliments and grinned to himself. He was an artist, this was like candy for his mental health.
Later on, soon they had a feast.
"It beats every old feast in the big ballroom," Eloise chuckled as she danced with Ditto.
"You said this," Ditto grinned.
Weenie appeared to be dancing like Snoopy, which made the children laugh. "What," he asked as he heard their laughter.
"Oh, nothing, please go ahead," Darla chuckled.
Weenie shrugged and then continued to dance.
"Remember that Spelling Bee," Martin grinned to Darla.
"Well," Darla grinned back.
"Who could have forgotten," Cynthia asked.
"I was very proud of you for making it to the finals," Martin grinned to Darla.
"Yes, the times were certainly great with Charlie Brown and the band," Darla agreed as these were simpler adventure times with a few exceptions.
"And how about the time you met the red-haired girl," Teresa asked.
"Oh, yes, Heather..." Darla grinned in remembrance before sighing, "I wept so much that Snoopy ran off from home to be with that blonde girl first."
"Yes, but then, as if planned by fate, her family now lives in a hotel," Martin said.
"Yes..." Darla sighed, "ah, good weather."
The children grinned to their parents as they reminisced some old adventures together. And where luckily, the cat family let Oliver stay with Jenny.
"You mean I can stay with Jenny," Oliver grinned.
"If that made me happy, son, it would make me happy," Thomas confirmed.
"Thank you, Dad," Oliver grinned as he nuzzled up to his father.
Maisy decided to get back together with Tom. Thomas grinned back and nuzzled Oliver, which made the kitten purr.
"Tom, I'm very sorry about the former..." the white cat said to the gray tomcat.
"Why did you break up again," Darla asked as she held Skipperdee in her hands.
"Yes, why," Skipperdee asked.
"It's a very long story, I don't like to speak about it," Maisy replied after she made up with Tom, "all that matters is that we're together again."
"Yes," Tom nodded.
The others looked curious, but they guessed they would just have to keep it to themselves. Darla barely remembered since she was a little girl at the time and had other facts to concern about. Then the cat family took a new picture together with Thomas and Oliver as the new members of their family, but of course, Oliver was going to go back to New York with Jenny once this was all over.
"Are you all ready," Cynthia asked the cat family.
"Yes, you should do this," Duchess grinned, "your children, pets and Pokemon are very wonderful."
"We know," Martin said.
The children grinned, proud of themselves as much as their parents were proud of them.
Executive ProducersDENNIS DESHAZERSHERYL STAMPS LEACH
Senior ProducerJIM ROWLEY
ProducersJEFF GITTLEMARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB
DirectorBRUCE DECK
WriterMARK S. BERNTHAL
Production DesignerJESS NELSON
Musical DirectorBOB SINGLETON
Lyricists/ComposersSTEPHEN BATES BALTESLORY LAZARUS
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Cast:Voice of Barney... BOB WESTBarney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNERVoice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERSVoice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, IITosha... HOPE CERVANTESStella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICEROJason... KURT DYKHUIZENKathy... LAUREN KINGJuan... MICHAEL KROST
Cast:Carlos... COREY LOPEZMin... PIA MANALOKenneth... NATHAN REGANJulie... SUSANNAH WETZELSpecial Thanks to... MATTHEW S. CARLTONVoice of Ant... ELECE SMITH
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Stage ManagerTERRIE DAVIS MANNING
Lighting DesignerSTEVEN BRILL
EditorMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID M. BOOTHE
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA O. ALBERTSON
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
Video EngineerBINK WILLIAMS
Camera OperatorsLARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMANTOM COX BRUCE HARMON
Production AudioRONALD G. BALENTINE
Boom OperatorsJAMES JOHNSONDAVID SMITH
Lighting DirectorCASEY COOK
Key GripBUZ CANNON
Lighting Board OperatorTODD DAVIS
Grip/ElectricSTEVE RITCHEY
Construction SupervisorCHARLES BAILEY
Craft Shop SupervisorRAY HENRY
Art/Craft CoordinatorAMY ATHERTON
Set DresserAGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS
DraftspersonCHRISTOPHER MCCRAY
Craft/Prop ArtistMARK BROGAN
Props/Special EffectsDAVID COBB
CarpentersTY M. BURNSDANNY SMITH
Scenic PainterE. (BILL) SLETTE
Swing CrewCARMELO GOMEZ
Costume Shop ManagerGEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST
Costume TechnicianD.J. SEGLER
Costume SewingNATALIE SERGI-SAARISUSIE THENNES
Make-Up DesignersJEANIE L. D'IORIOJIMI WHITE
Hair StylistsDEBRA HERTEL HAEFLINGRENNE LECUYER
Costume/Wardrobe AssistantBRIAN N. BLEVINS
Field ProducerSANDY JANTZEN
Post VideotapeDUDLEY ASAFF
Dialogue EditorDENICE CROWELL
Post Production AudioCRAIG CHASTAIN
Production Office ManagerSUE SHINN
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Production CoordinatorsJULIE HUTCHINGSKELLY MAHER
Production AccountantDEBBIE COTTLE
Production SecretaryAUSTIN GRAY
Asst. to Performance DirectorDAVID VOSS
Production AssistantsBRADEN MCDONALDJOEL ZOCH
Barney Music DepartmentJILL HANCE CHARLES KINGJONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH
For Singleton Productions, Inc.BRADFORD COLEMAN LARRY HARONMIKE PIETZSCH
Educational Research StaffPATSY J. ROBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed.KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed.JOY STARR
Children's TeacherSANDRA GILPIN
Children's SupervisorMARY EVANS
Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends®were originally developed by Sheryl Leach,Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.
Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help fromSingleton Productions, Inc.
"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)
Special Thanks toTom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital ImagingCochran Chapel Child Development Center
Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J.Costumes byIRENE COREY DESIGNASSOCIATES
Produced byTHE LYONS GROUP ANDCONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutives in ChargeLARRY RIFKINSHARON BLAIR
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
BARNEY & FRIENDS • Alphabet Soup!Copyright 1970 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.