Rayman Legends Adventures in An American Tail: Fievel Goes West/Script

They weren't home anymore and now on yet another adventure together and they awakened in a bed.
"What," Teresa's voice came. "We must've fallen asleep during the movie...why are you guys in my room," she took out her hand and gasped as she saw it was a paw and she looked in a mirror to see she was a mouse and she let out a loud, anguished shriek.
"What's wrong, Teresa," Martin and Cynthia asked before they both shrieked to see she had been turned into a mouse.
Teresa looked to them. "You guys as well?!"
Martin and Cynthia looked to a mirror and saw that they had been turned into mice as well.
"Oh, c'mon! Why did the moment have to be ruined," Martin asked.
There was a female voice calling for someone.
Then there came a large mouse man, who was the one and only Papa Mousekewitz, the former humans were very surprised to see him, especially in this size. "Are you all well now," he asked, worried about them, "you all had a nasty fall out there."
"Where...where are we," Martin asked.
"You are in the new Mousekewitz home," Papa welcomed them, "I don't know why you three were out in the middle of the streets, it's going to be raining very soon!"
"Mousekewitz," Teresa, Martin and Cynthia asked.
"Yes," Papa looked to Teresa, "you seem familiar, however...haven't I seen you in Flaversham's Toy Shop?"
"Um, perhaps..." Teresa shrugged, but did remember her adventure with the grand mouse detective with her friend Abigail.
"Well, I hope you three are hungry," Papa warned them, "Mama's about done with dinner."
"We would be glad to join your family for dinner," Martin said politely.
"If that's alright," Cynthia added.
"Of course, of course, come, come meet the family," Papa walked them out of the guest room.
"Fievel," Mama's voice kept calling for the family's only son as her older daughter Tanya was practicing her singing.
'He must be outside,' Martin thought to himself.
"You have a beautiful singing voice," Cynthia came up to the mouse girl.
"Oh, thank you..." Tanya grinned bashfully, "I've been practicing.....I wanna be a singer if I grow up."
However, the neighbors didn't seem to agree and started to throw vegetables at the mouse girl.
"Daddy," Tanya whined, "they're throwing fruits and vegetables at me again!"
"They're just haters and trolls, don't listen to them," Martin said.
"Haters and trolls," Tanya glanced at him, funny for his choice of words.
"Just ignore them," Teresa covered up.
"Now, this is Tanya, and this is our baby girl, Yasha," Papa introduced their guests to the family, "I don't know where Fievel is, but he should be coming along now..."
"He must be outside playing," Martin said.
Then a tomato was thrown right into their window and splatted on their wall.
Mama came to it and scraped some of the residue apart onto a plate.  "Another night without cheese…" she muttered to herself.
"Now, I'm Bernard Mousekewitz, and this is my wife, Rosabelle," Papa introduced.
Teresa, Cynthia and Martin gave their names.
"I hope you enjoy dinner, because it will be the only food you'll get," Mama warned them strictly, but showed she was a nice woman.
"I wish we'll like the food," Martin said.
"YEE-HAW," a voice screeched and there came Fievel as he kicked the door open like a saloon bar.  "Hi, Mum," he greeted as he made his road for the table.  "I came here to fix myself some food."
"And where have you been, Fievel," Mama asked firmly as she seasoned their food, "you're late."
"I had to rescue Sheriff Wylie Burp," Fievel explained, using his childish imagination as always, "he was surrounded by a gang of cactus cats!"
"Oh, what a story, Fievel," Mama sighed, "and the dirty hands as well?  Go wash yourself."
"Yikes, he sure is a wild boy," Cynthia said.
Fievel complained about washing his hands. Then the former humans decided to do the same.
"Who are you guys and what are you doing here," Fievel asked their house guests.
"Well, I'm Martin, and this is my friend, Teresa, and my girlfriend, Cynthia," Martin said.
"What are you doing here," Fievel asked.
"Umm...we got lost, your dad saved us," Cynthia made up a story.
"I thought facts would be better in America," Papa sighed, "in Russia, my violins were famous.  At least, we never went hungry."
"Well, some Americans can be mean," Martin said.
"Especially in New Jersey..." Cynthia added with a slight scoff.
"Perhaps Tanya should sing again," Fievel teased, he had become more of a rascal ever since they settled into America.
"Very funny," Tanya shook her head at him, "you'll see, one day, I'll be a big star.....at least our new friends have nice taste in singing. People will come from miles around."
"Yes, to eat," Fievel joked and laughed out loud and long.
"Mum," Tanya whined.
"Fievel, don't look around about your sister's singing, she is a wonderful singer," Cynthia said.
"TRAIN," Teresa called, knowing what was now coming based on what she knew about this story.
Everyone looked to her, but then suddenly, there was shaking and they all ducked down as the lights temporarily went out.  There was a train passing side-by-side just then like Teresa had predicted.
Papa lit the candle back up and everyone sorted themselves again.  "They call the United States a perfect opportunity," he said before blowing out the match he lit the candle with, "opportunity for what?  For children to play in the dirty streets?  Never see the sunlight?  Fievel's birthday....and no.  I don't have enough money for gifts."
"Oh, dear," Cynthia said.
"Well, you're all from America," Mama asked the group.
"Yes, mostly..." Teresa replied, she wasn't exactly lying.
"We better get you home to your parents, they must be concerned sick," Mama sounded concerned for them, not knowing where they really came from.
"Um, I don't know if you could find them here," Martin said.
"Nonsense, parents should always be near their children," Mama existed as she carried Yasha.
"I could always sing in front of a gift shop," Tanya suggested as a fashion for them to earn more money, "and perhaps throw gifts."
This made the family laugh and join together in a warm hug.
"Um, well, you see, um...we don't even know how we got here," Martin admitted.
Papa felt better once he hugged his family.  "How truly blessed I am to have such nice children…" he grinned to them, "perhaps facts will get better and perhaps you three would like to become members of our family."
"Oh, sir, we couldn't impose....." Cynthia shrugged about laying low with them for a while.
"Only if you want to, the more, the merrier," Papa assured.
"Well, alright, perhaps just for a little while," Martin said.
The family hugged and heard something outside.
"What was that," Cynthia wondered.
"Tiger," Fievel wondered, he came to the window and looked out, "Tiger!"
"Must be a friend of his," Martin said, acting like he didn't know who Tiger was.
"Oh, yes, this may sound absurd, but Tiger is actually a cat," Papa grinned.
"Really," Cynthia actually was surprised since she didn't know the story as well as Martin or Teresa.
"Yes, we didn't think it was possible," Mama added as she soothed little Yasha's fears, "especially with that Gussie Mausheimer."
"Who's she," Cynthia asked.
"She helped us send these bad cats apart with her secret weapon and we all reunited as a family," Tanya replied, sounding very animated right now.
"Cool," Martin said.
"Actually, it's a little cold," Tanya misunderstood what he meant by that.
"No, if I said cool, it means, well, it's kind of hard to explain," Martin said.
Tanya gave a shrug.
"Yasha's so beautiful, can I hold her," Cynthia asked.
"Sure, just be very careful," Mama advised, handing her baby girl over to the stranger mouse girl.
"It's alright, I know what to do, I have a baby brother at home," Cynthia grinned as she gently held Yasha and not to drop her.
"That's true," Martin said.
"Hello there, Yasha..." Cynthia cooed to the baby mouse.
Yasha grinned and chuckled to her.
"She seems to really like you," Mama said.
"I like her as well," Cynthia grinned as she continued to hold the baby mouse.
Mama tried to take Yasha back, but the baby mouse girl seemed to whine and refused to let go and return to their mother.
Papa chuckled. "Well, at least Yasha has a new friend now."
Fievel came back to see the others, but just as he did so, an alarm was rung outside to alert all of the mice in the area.
"What's that," Martin asked.
"It's a cat attack," Papa cried once he recognized the alarm.
"Cat attack," Cynthia asked.
Yasha hiked up closer to the girl in concern. The mice now had to flee apart before any of the cats could get them.
"I'll face any of the cats that try to hurt any of us," Martin said.
"That's brave of you, but we had to move," Mama warned him, not knowing what he could do.
The mice laughed as they tried to make their escape.  Tony Toponi even gathered his family together where they could get out, no fashion he was going to let his little mouseling live in fear like this.
"Let's try not to be seen by any cats," Cynthia suggested.
Tiger saw the mice fleeing apart, he looked very hesitant and concerned for them, being best friends with the rodent species either fashion.
"Well, look at it this fashion, at least this can't get any worse," Cynthia said.
"Let's just hope we make it out alive," Tanya cried as they were forced out of their home from the cat attack.
There was a brown cat in a red cloak with a hat and monocle, but he was accompanied with a large spider.
"SPIDER," Teresa shrieked, who was deathly afraid of these.
"Oh, dear, Teresa is afraid of spiders," Martin warned the mouse family.
"Where is the spider," Papa asked as they were yet inside.
"Why, these grumpy scoundrels that don't work," Fievel snapped as he went to make the cats pay for frightening Tiger.
"Fievel, my son, come back," Papa called as Fievel was running away again.
Cynthia and Martin decided to go after him where he wouldn't get hurt. Fievel took his blue hat apart and changed it into a cowboy hat where he could make his fantasies of the Wild West come to life.
"Fievel, are you crazy," Martin asked.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing here," Fievel was determined.
Mama shrieked as her only son was going away while there were cats outside.
"Oh, boy, I'll go after him and make sure none of these cats hurt him," Martin said as he went after the young mouse.
"I'm going with you," Teresa followed after him.
Cynthia decided to stay behind as she was the only one who was able to calm Yasha down at the right moment.
One of the cats smirked evilly as he hit his paw into the Mousekewitz home and destroyed it, making Papa cling to the edge, fearing for dear life while the others were knocked out of their home in the pouring rain.
"Fievel! Fievel," Martin called out.
Teresa followed after him where they could find the mouse and return him home. The cat saw the mother and two daughters alone and decided to go after them.  Cynthia hugged Yasha while Mama held Tanya. They tried to get away, no matter what, the cat would be near them.  The cat laughed as he was hungry for them.
"I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim," Fievel taunted as he looked more like the cowboy he had aspired to be now, "now, this makes him a fair fight!"
"Fievel, this is insane," Martin said.
"You're gonna get hurt," Teresa added.
"Hey, if Wylie Burp can do this, then so can I," Fievel wasn't going to quit.
"But whoever this Wylie Burp is must either be a bigger animal," Martin said.
"Like a dog," Teresa nodded, already knowing.
"I know what I'm doing here," Fievel yet stood up for himself.
The cat with an eye patch snarled to the mice, challenging him.
"That's right, I'm speaking to you, fur head," Fievel taunted.
"FUR HEAD," the cat snarled as he went to beat the cheese out of them now.
"Hey, one-eyed freak," Martin called out to the cat.
The cat hissed and came for them, leaving the rest of the Mousekewitz family alone.  "I don't care what the boss says, this rats are lunch!"
Fievel looked overwhelmed suddenly as the cat came toward them.
"Run, run, you all," Mama warned them as she ran with the others, carrying her crying baby.
Martin just simply walked up to the cat, unafraid of him. Fievel was very afraid, he even started to weep, fearing for dear life now.  However, there came a screechy noise, which made the cat's ears feel in pain.
Papa was playing his violin badly to distract the cat and allow him to escape.  "Run for your life, children," he warned the three young mice to get out while they did so.
"Don't have to warn me twice," Teresa said, picking up Fievel and ran away to the mouse family.
The cat sorted himself out and started to chase after them.  Martin growled, who wanted to teach this cat a lesson as Teres and Fievel ran away together, but decided to teach the cat a lesson later on.  Then the three ended up in a can and started to roll down the street.
"I'm feeling siiiiick," Teresa groaned as they spun around and around.
"Mummy, Tanya, come in," Fievel called to his mother and sister where they could travel faster as the cat chased them.
Then Papa ran alongside them to join them, it took a while, but he eventually made it in with his family.
"I think I'm getting a bit dizzy," Cynthia said.
The cat pounced for them, but it made them even go faster and they even fell down into a vent, leading into the sewers.  At least, they were free from that cat.  They all now used the can as a boat as they were swiftly going through the water.
"I'm sorry you poor children have to go through this," Mama warned Martin, Teresa and Cynthia.
"Hey, it's alright, besides we've been through worse," Martin said.
"Oh, I don't even want to think of this," Mama was concerned.
"You gonna be sick, Teresa," Cynthia asked, knowing how Teresa got on boat rides.
"Yes, and that smell isn't helping..." Teresa moaned a little, "is that me or is the water getting faster?"
"It's not just you," Martin said.
The water was rushing and became more like a tidal wave, taking them with it.  Fievel was emotional, however.  The can went faster and they started to go down a waterfall, making them all shriek.  They went through all sorts of twists and turns that was no different from a water-based amusement park ride.
"Wahoo! What a ride," Martin cheered.
There was one more waterfall that was so huge as they flew through the air and smashed into that one.  However, they all could yet float, but they were suffocating a little from the water. Due to being a mouse, this one time, Martin didn't change.
"Let's go on that journey again," Fievel chirped, very emotional.
"Where did I get a son like that," Mama sighed.
"I don't know," Martin shrugged, but was confused why he didn't change into a merboy or in this case, mermouse.
"Why, what's up, pretty mice," a male voice called as they floated along, "I desperately need help with you all.  It looks like I have some train tickets to the West."
As their can boat passed a corner, they could see a cowboy mouse speaking to a large group of fellow mice.
"Sunshine tickets I can't use now," the cowboy mouse continued, "of course, there are all of you looking for a little elbow room."
"That isn't really how cowboys or in this case, cowlick, speak," Martin said.
"Yes, how would you know," Cynthia asked.
"I watch a lot of cowboy movies," Martin replied, who was sure this was a trick.
Fievel was too impressed and emotional to see a real live cowboy that he didn't see anything wrong with this little set-up.
"Now, I won't lie to you," the cowboy continued, "there are problems in the West.  There is plenty of bright sunshine and fresh air."
"The horror..." Teresa grumbled.
"But after these rich, aromatic drains, that might frighten you all, all of you," the cowboy yet tried to convince the mice to be on his side.
"Alright, what is this guy up to," Martin asked.
Then mouse families butted against each other to take tickets into the Wild West, believing his stories.
"Now just hold your horses, gold for a moment, folks," the cowboy tried to settle them down.  "There's enough for everyone!  Yes, sir," he pulled out tickets for all of them to emigrate from this old land and settle into the West.
"Are there any cats in the West," a mouse woman asked in worry.
"There are certainly partners," the cowboy mouse replied, "if you have any prejudices against cats, you better stay there.  Because at the border, cats and mice help each other.  The divine leader of cats is Mr. Cat R. Waul..."
"Yes, only for him to have an evil plan," Martin whispered to himself, already having seen the movie.
Teresa nodded, she knew as well as the 'cowboy' spoke about how Cat R. Waul was the best of the best. Cynthia seemed to be fooled like the rest of the Mousekewitz family, but she did sense something apart about this cowboy character.
"Uh-oh, the truth is, cats get along even with dogs outside," the cowboy continued, "whereas Sheriff Wylie Burp is probably the best law dog in the West, you all."
"Wylie Burp, wow..." Fievel whispered in emotion about going to live in the West instead of around here.
"It's too bad that there's no more despair to gather," the cowboy laughed, which made everyone want to buy a ticket to get to the Wild West.
"We might as well go and buy tickets," Martin said.
"C'mon, Papa, let's go," Fievel agreed.
"There is an opportunity in the West," Mama suggested.
"Perhaps they'll appreciate the singers once more," Tanya grinned.
"Then what are we doing here," Papa chuckled, "let's go to the West, partners!"
"Couldn't agree more," Martin said.
It was now official.
"We'll leave in the morning where we can make it to the train," Mama advised after they had train tickets.
"Yes," Martin said.
The following night was spent by packing up and Fievel was writing a letter for his best friend, Tiger, in case they would be gone by the time he would come and see the family.
"Well, we made it, not that it was worth it," Cynthia said.
"Cheer up, Cindy, darling, you'll make new friends," Papa soothed her like she was his foster daughter.
A newlywed mouse couple even moved into a shoe together.  Cynthia just sighed, it made her only think of the wedding she wished to have with Martin once they would get older. A mouse moved into a boiler and called it 'Home Sweet Home'.  Tony and his wife Bridget moved into a teapot together with their child.
"Looks like almost everything is taken," Cynthia said.
"Daddy, faster, faster," Mama warned her husband to find a home before all the places would fill up.
"OK, that's it," Papa replied. "We Mousekewitzes may be slower, but we're smarter.  You see, all of these faster mice are fighting for the land, but in this dusty country, you want to be close in the water," he showed there was a barrel up on a concession stand with dripping rainwater.
Soon, the family settled into an open gas tank, which gave them a small puddle of water from the barrel.
"Wow," Cynthia said.
"This is your land," Mama mocked her husband at first, but then looked mournful again, "we lost Fievel and his friends."
"Mummy, they will come," Papa encouraged her with a grin, "he's a Mousekewitz and these two with him have nice heads on their shoulders!  If we work hard, Green River will be everything we dream of.  Water, for example....in days, it will be a beautiful waterfall."
"Well, at least that's something to think about," Cynthia said.
"That's the ticket," Papa grinned to her.
"Well, at least it's not going to get worse," Cynthia said.
However, as she said that, the water stopped dropping and the ground swiftly dried up.
"Oh, c'mon," Cynthia exclaimed.
The cats and spider even came to see them.  The Mousekewitz family stayed close together in case something bad might happen to them. Cynthia came over to them to make sure the cats or spiders didn't try to hurt them.
The brown cat seemed charming, however, and was showing he was kind of though.  "After all, what are neighbors for," he asked rhetorically, looking at his right-hand men, "a cup of sugar, a saucer of cream, a bucket of water......"
"Water," the spider chuckled as he held the bail of water, "I'll give them water!"
"Now I'd like to share a vision," the brown cat said to them, lifting up Baby Yasha from the other toddlers around her age, which concerned Mama at first, "a world where cats and mice live and work side by side.  A world where mothers raise their mice without fear.  Where musicians get what they owe.  Where young mice make all their dreams come true..."
The other mice really liked the sound of this kind of world and perhaps living in the West wouldn't be so bad.
"Are you going to help me build this world," the brown cat grinned to them, which made the mice all cheer in agreement.
'Wow, perhaps this guy isn't so bad after all,' Cynthia thought to herself.
The brown cat, who was named Cat R. Waul, then returned Baby Yasha back to her family as she cooed and chuckled in response.
'He does seem nice,' Cynthia thought to herself.
The mice were going to have to get used to living among cats, but it actually seemed worth it.
Meanwhile, Teresa, Martin and Fievel were walking alongside the railroad tracks as the sun was baking them alive.  They were all muttering about needing water and they had been out in the sun so long with no water, this led to hallucinations.
"You know, we wouldn't be in this situation if a certain young mouse hadn't sneaked off in the middle of the night," Martin frowned.
"I didn't mean to make us fall..." Fievel defended, though a little weak due to being extremely thirsty.
Teresa wiped her head. She was sweating, she hated to sweat.
"I know, it's just that it's so hot out there, I cannot wait for us to get to same shade," Martin said.
Fievel's ears went up. "Do you guys hear that?"
"Hear what," Teresa asked as the heat was affecting her the most due to hating hotness.
"It's Mama..." Fievel sounded relieved, but yet exhausted and dehydrated.
"Oh, dear, I think he's experiencing his first mirage," Martin said.
"These really happen," Teresa asked, "I thought perhaps they were just urban legends."
"It could happen," Martin explained.
Fievel kept moving closer and closer, unfortunately for him, he was about to run into a cactus field.
"Oh, dear, he's about to run right into one of these––" Martin said.
"Fievel, stop," Teresa tried to speak up.
It's too late since Fievel chuckled and hugged the prickly plants, but once he got jabbed, he jumped high in the air in pain.
"Cactus," Martin concluded.
Fievel came back down and winced as he was in pain now. Then Teresa and Martin continued to walk with him around the sandy surface, trying to find civilization.
A little while later, there were calls heard for Fievel that sounded familiar.
"That sounded like Tiger......" Fievel whispered.
"You sure," Martin asked, already knowing what Tiger's voice sounded like.
"I swear it..." Fievel whispered, but looked thoughtful and frowned, "nah, it has to be just a mirage..."
"You never know, Fievel, sometimes mirages can confuse you to what's real," Martin said.
"That's true..." Teresa agreed.
Fievel walked with them, passing the obviously real Tiger, but yet didn't want to believe it.  "Hi, Mirage Tiger...."
"Hi, Mirage Fievel and his new friends..." Tiger weakly greeted back as he went away to the separate direction.
"Wait, that mirage didn't sound echoey," Martin realized, "could that have been....nah."
"All I know is that I am ready to go to bed..." Teresa muttered.
"Perhaps a little rest would be grand, that fashion, we can continue walking at night if it's much cooler," Martin said.
"Yes, I never had that about deserts, but at least it's cool at night, which is so perfect for me..." Teresa sounded relaxed for a change.
"Well, then why don't we stop and rest," Martin suggested.
"We can't stop now," Fievel encouraged.
"Fievel, we're in the desert, it's hot, we need to stop and rest," Martin said.
Fievel did not want to give up, but at last, he tired himself out.
"C'mon, a little rest will do us some luck, besides, once it's nighttime, it'll be less stressful for us," Martin said.
"Alright, you're probably right," Fievel said.
"Yes, the heat makes me unhappy..." Teresa added.
"What doesn't make you unhappy," Martin glanced at her jokingly.
"Other people's misery..." Teresa looked away mysteriously.
"Um, alright," Martin said out of confusion.
Fievel was getting very dizzy from dehydration.
"C'mon, have a seat," Teresa warned the young mouseling.
"Alright," Fievel said before passing out in exhaustion.
Teresa made sure they would be warm enough since it usually got freezing cold in the desert at night. "Of all the places for an adventure, it had to be the Wild West..."
"At least it can't get worse," Martin said.
Teresa frowned at him for saying that.
Then a screech was heard.
Fievel awakened from his little episode and looked up, but there was a vicious bird of prey, now swooping down from the air to eat them.
"RUN," Teresa called.
Then the three mice swiftly got back to their feet and tried to outrun the bird.
"Why does something like this always happen until someone says that," Martin asked.
"Because fate is cruel," Teresa said as they ran as fast as they could.
Fievel let out a loud, anguished shriek as they kept running.  Then the bird swooped down and caught Fievel in its talons and flew away with him.
"Hey, come back here with our friend," Martin demanded. He had his response as the bird came back and snatched up both Martin and Teresa.
"You just had to say it," Teresa folded her arms as they were going to be prey as well.
"I'm sorry," Martin said.
The fabric on Fievel's shirt tore and made the young mouse drop down.  Once he landed on the ground, he rushed for a nearby hole where he could hide in it and avoid being eaten.
The bird noticed Fievel dropped, where it swooped down again to get him.  Teresa and Martin zipped off after the bird was on the ground, going after Fievel. The bird got Teresa, Martin and Fievel back together and flew away with them, rising them high up in the air and left to take them to its nest.
"This bird is getting annoying," Martin said.
"Death by dinner for a bird of prey..." Teresa shrugged, "I never thought it'd end this fashion."
"No luck, we're not going out like this," Martin said.
"Too bad..." Teresa looked distantly to the complete moon.
They were flying for a best while until there were randomly colorful fireworks.
"What the," Teresa and Martin noticed.
"What are these," Fievel asked.
"They look like fireworks," Teresa observed.
"But where are they coming from," Martin wondered.
The bird was unable to concentrate on its flying as the colorful lights flashed in its eyes and made it squawk in total discomfort and misery.  At last, it clucked like a chicken and didn't seem as threatening as a popcorn ball hit it and it dropped Teresa, Martin and Fievel right in the middle of a banquet.
"Woah! Who's the banquet for," Fievel asked.
"Not us..." Teresa mumbled.
"Water," Fievel realized what he landed in and slurped some of it.
Then Teresa and Martin drank some of the water since they had been walking all day through the desert.  Unfortunately and unintentionally, they were caught in the bowl and were rushed down from the water into someone's hungry mouth.
"Oh, c'mon," Martin moaned.
"Oh, dear..." Fievel whined, "we're in a mouth!"
"Hey, you were right, the bird wasn't gonna murder us," Teresa said to Martin, "we'll just burn from stomach acid."
Fievel shrieked and clung onto the uvula of the mouth.
"Hey! Let us out of this mouth," Martin yelled out to whoever drank the water and would possibly swallow them.
"Oh, I hope he doesn't throw up..." Fievel moaned, "get me out of here!"
"Who said that," the voice asked.
"ME," Martin yelled.
"Me," the voice was confused.
"SAY AAHHHH," Teresa called before they could fall down the throat and be digested.
"Yes, please say AAHHHH," Martin added in.
"Aahhhh...."
They were all suddenly on a tongue and they saw someone very familiar.  "Tiger!"
"Guys," Tiger grinned to them, knowing why he couldn't eat just then.
"Tiger, what are you doing here," Martin asked.
"Oh, it was the strangest fact, these mice were gonna eat me, but they're treating me like a god now," Tiger grinned.
Fievel hugged his cat's best friend.  "I thought I'd never see each other again!"
"Why didn't you come back to say a farewell back in the city," Teresa asked.
"I tried to," Tiger explained, "I was there this morning, but by the time I came over, you were already gone and I've been looking all over for you."
"You have," Martin asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I kinda took a break once these Indian mice came with food for me," Tiger grinned apologetically.
"C'mon," Fievel jumped up, "let's go to Green River!"
"Yes, as in, now," Martin said.
The mouse chief came with his strongest mice and they carried a roasted turkey.
"Erm...uhh...listen, Fievel," Tiger bent down, setting the three mouse on the ground, "they think I'm a god here, then this right here, is kinda unprofessional..."
"But Tiger, we must warn our family and friends," Fievel existed, "the cats will turn us into mice--"
Tiger silenced him.  "These people get very serious," he whispered sharply, "if you eat and run, I'll join you as soon as I can."
"You promise," Martin asked.
"I promise," Tiger vowed. "Cross my heart and hope to weep," he wiped his eyes with his bushy tail.
"Oh, Tiger, I almost forgot," Fievel spoke up, "how do we get to the Green River?"
"Just catch a passing stagecoach," Tiger brought a tumbleweed for them to climb into and travel that fashion.
"Alright, see you later, Tiger, farewell," Fievel called as he was going in the tumbleweed with Teresa and Martin.
"Stagecoach, understand," Tiger chuckled and waved to them as they traveled to get back to where the others were, "ah, never mind..."
"Rolling, rolling, rolling..." Teresa randomly sang.
"Really," Martin asked.
Teresa shrugged. "These guys who lived in the orphanage before us used to sing it."
"Who," Martin asked.
"The Blues Brothers, Jake and Elwood," Teresa explained.
"Cool," Martin grinned.
"Sometimes I wonder if we should go back and visit that orphanage for old time's sake..." Teresa shrugged.
"Yes," Martin said.
The traveling lasted for a nice long time.
They ended up outside an office with a sleeping dog, one of which wore a cowboy hat over his eyes.
"That dog looks familiar..." Teresa said to herself about the other dog who wore a string around its neck as it carried something. "Wait a sec..." she lifted up the bottom part and saw the end of the string was a timer that was ticking.
"Strange, what kind of dog would wear a timer," Martin wondered.
"Einstein," Teresa realized who this dog was.
"Einstein," Martin asked.
"This is my Uncle Emmett's dog," Teresa said to him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dog," Fievel called to the other dog, "we need your help!"
"What," the other dog mumbled, slowly awakening before going right back to sleep due to being old. "Oh, dear, the tumbleweed's asking me for help...no, not again..." he covered his eyes with his ears.
"Do we look like a tumbleweed to you," Martin exclaimed.
The dog went right back to sleep, incidentally letting out a burp that blew off Fievel after Martin helped Teresa out.
A man with silvery white hair with a brown hat, a jacket, rough pants and boots came out of the building he was in before. "C'mon, Einie, time to go," he warned his dog.
"Uncle Emmett," Teresa squeaked out loud.
"Sir, wait," Martin squeaked out louder.
Einstein barked and growled to his master.
"What is this, boy," the aging man knelt down next to his dog, "you see something weird?"
Einstein gestured to the mice. The man bent down and picked up the mice in his hand, wondering why his dog would let anything do with them.
"Uncle Emmett," Teresa squeaked, "please, wait!"
"That's funny, that mouse sounded just like Teresa..." the man pouted slightly.
"That's because that is Teresa! And I'm her best friend, Martin," Martin squeaked.
"GRAND SCOTT," the old man jumped back slightly.
"Yes, that's Uncle Emmett alright," Teresa smirked.
"Teresa, what in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton just happened to you two," Emmett glanced at her niece and her friend.
"We don't know, one moment we're watching a movie, the next fact we know, we're being sucked into the movie and if we awakened, we were mice," Martin warned him.
"That sounds preposterous," Emmett commented, "but, Teresa would never lie to me...now, where are you all headed?"
"Cat R. Waul's going to turn everyone into mouse burgers," Teresa explained, becoming animated, "we overheard him! He tried to trick us, but we know he was only lying! No cats can be trusted to any mice, except for perhaps Tiger."
"Yes, because Tiger would never ever eat a mouse," Martin said.
"A cat who never eats rodents...fascinating...." Emmett mumbled.
"Could you let us go warn the others, please," Teresa asked her maternal uncle.
"As long as if you think you'll be alright..." Emmett warned before he bent down to let them back down on the ground with the other mice.
"We will, sir," Martin said.
"Farewell then..." Emmett decided to let them ride on Einstein, "Einie, take them to the other mice and come straight home."
Einstein nodded to him and carried Teresa and Martin on his back where they wouldn't get stepped on or taken apart from any cats. Then Emmett walked away with his supplies and went to get home to his new wife and children.
"This reminds me at since I rode on Toby's back with Basil, Dawson and Olivia," Teresa said once they were on Einstein's back.
"This sure feels like fun," Martin grinned.
Einstein placed his nose on the ground and sniffed for mice. Teresa and Martin looked around, but Einstein stopped and barked at them.
"You found them," Teresa grinned and hugged the dog, "thanks, Einie, now go back to Uncle Emmett!"
Einstein gently lowered himself to let them apart and once they were away, he went to go home himself.
"Wait, Teresa, I feel like we forgot something," Martin said.
"What's that," Teresa asked.
"Wait, are all three of us here," Martin asked.
"Here he comes," Teresa pointed.
The tumbleweed with Fievel in it was rolling over and ended up in a board, a human male stepped on it just in time for Fievel to come out and find them.  The other mice were building their new civilization that was somehow invisible to human eyes in a metaphorical sense.
"Wow," Martin said.
They wandered around and as two male mice were carrying a see-through piece of glass, they saw the Mousekewitz family with Hiram.
"Mummy, Dad, Tanya," Fievel rushed over to his family.
Teresa and Martin followed after him as the family, minus Cynthia, Olivia and Baby Yasha.
"Where do you think Cynthia, Olivia and Baby Yasha are," Martin asked Teresa.
"Sheesh, I dunno, why don't we ask them," Teresa deadpanned.
"Why do you must be bitterly sarcastic," Martin asked her.
"Stop asking obvious or silly questions..." Teresa slowly shut her eyes.
"Well, fine," Martin said.
Fievel happily reunited with his family, which made them stop their helping paws in work, but this was much more reluctant.
"Mousekewitz, don't let go," Hiram warned the parents and older sister.
Then the family went back to work after they shared a hug with Fievel.
"What just happened to you," Tanya chuckled.
"You wouldn't believe us if we warned you," Martin said.
"Oh, c'mon..." Tanya existed.
"We were lost in the middle of the desert, and a GIANT hawk swooped down and got us," Fievel explained, "and Cat R. Waul, he's gonna build a giant mousetrap and turn us into rat burgers!"
"Yes," Martin nodded.
Papa chuckled to this, thinking that they were out in the desert too long and it was just an overactive imagination.
Martin moaned, who knew that would happen. "Where are Cynthia, Olivia and Baby Yasha," he asked.
"I think I saw them in the general store window," Hiram suggested.
"Thank you, sir," Martin grinned before going away to the general store.
Hiram tipped his hat and went back to work.
"C'mon, Fievel, we better make sure he doesn't get into any damage," Teresa said.
"Alright..." Fievel sighed that his family didn't believe him and went with her to find the girls.
A cat dressed like a cowboy grinned to the mice and helped them, acting friendly.
"They should be in here somewhere," Martin said.
The girls were in fact on the windowsill of the general store.
"Oh, Martin," Cynthia beamed, who gently handed the baby to Olivia and rushed over to hug her boyfriend.
Martin rushed over to hug his girlfriend, feeling like they had been separated forever.
"Are ye alright, Fievel," Olivia asked.
"Yes, I'm fine..." Fievel said to her.
"Are any of you hurt," Cynthia asked.
"We'll be fine," Teresa said.
Fievel looked at the one cowboy cat as he stumbled into the saloon. "Something's warning me to go over there."
"Me as well," Martin said.
Teresa, Cynthia and Olivia followed after. Cynthia gently bounced Yasha and consoled her as she carried the youngest Mousekewitz.
"Then why are we going in the saloon," Olivia asked.
"I dunno why, but I feel like something's going on over there," Fievel asked her.
"C'mon, Yasha, let's go," Cynthia warned the baby mouse she was carrying.
Yasha cooed to her and nodded, like she agreed with going along. With that said, they all came into the saloon and it was crawling with felines.
'Woah, that's a lot of cats,' Martin thought to himself.
They looked around and saw Cat R. Waul as he was living like a king in the saloon so far.
"To be nice of these mice, it's...it's...IT'S RUNNING NUTS," the cowboy hat had a panic attack.
"Keep it up, you idiots," Cat R. Waul hit a magnifying glass on top of him.
There was a genius cat that showed a blueprint on how they were going to catch all of the mice where they could eat them.
"RAT CRACKERS," the cats cheered.
"Let me hear this again," Cat R. Waul grinned smugly.
"RAT BURGERS," the cats cheered again.
"Let the saliva flow," Cat R. Waul smirked to them.
Fievel, Teresa, Martin, Cynthia, Olivia and Yasha looked slightly panicked.
"We have to warn the others," Cynthia whispered.
"They don't believe us....." Fievel pouted.
"We tried to warn his family, but they didn't listen," Teresa said to Cynthia to explain that saying.
"I'm gonna make that cat pay..." Fievel slid on a fork, got on stage, caught the fork and poked Waul against his tail.
Cat R. Waul shrieked and smashed through the ceiling.
"That has to hurt," Martin said.
After a few moments, Cat R. Waul eventually came back down.  "People, yech!  So shiny and blah!"
Teresa, Cynthia and Martin gave frowns, taking serious to that.
"You take that back," Martin frowned.
Fievel looked curious and confused why Martin would take note to that.
"Alright, I want the subversive who tried to murder me to be found," Waul demanded to his spider minion.
"I just loooooOOOOVE finding subversives," Chula cheered before spitting up a web, "hey, boss!  What's a subversive?"
"Someone who doesn't have many time to live," Waul frowned as Fievel kept the fork and ended up on a record player and got stuck in the needle.
Teresa, Martin and Cynthia tried to help him out.
"If it's not my little friend from the train," Waul smirked to the young mice, trying to remain friendly like the others believed him to be.
"Um, Martin, I think that now is a perfect time for you to use your true strength on them," Cynthia said hesitantly.
"We heard what you said about the mouse burgers," Teresa frowned and narrowed her eyes at the brown cat.
"We're gonna warn everyone and we'll get Wylie Burp," Fievel added in bravery.
"You're also gonna be dead meat in a few seconds," Cynthia said, looking to her boyfriend after she said that.
"Yes," Fievel added in, cracking his knuckles.
Cat R. Waul just laughed at the young mice with his fellow cats.  "The picturesque historical figure," he mocked the young mice he held hostage before he was going to eat them all alive, "but quite simply, clam, I'm the law here and you're just an appetizer."
"I'll show you hors d'oeuvres," Martin growled, about to attack.
However, before anything could happen, Cat R. Waul heard distant singing which bounced into his ears in delight.
'Why did he stop,' Martin thought to himself.
Cat R. Waul dropped the mice.  Then they took this chance to run off, but they got trapped into a bottle and Chula was death-staring them all, looking like he wanted to eat them as well.
Cat R. Waul ignored everything in his path and walked aimlessly out of the saloon and went to find the source of the singing.  He had found out that the singing had come from Tanya as she was painting of her family's new business in the Wild West.  And where her singing seemed to have touched the evil cat's heart.
He even reached his paw out and made it dance with her as she was in her own little world right now.  He knew that he just had to show Tanya to Miss Kitty.  After he walked Tanya into his paw, he caught her, though not in a predator fashion and took her to the grey female cat who was a showgirl for the saloon.  And where it looked like she was getting ready.
"Well, well, well, you'll see what the cat pulled in......" the sassy female cat said as soon as she caught Cat R. Waul in her mirror's reflection, "a mouse…it's a first."
"Not just any mouse," Cat R. Waul held out Tanya in his paws who stopped singing and just realized where she was now, "this is a diva."
This didn't impress the sassy cat one little bit or a least, she didn't show that she was impressed.  "Diva, planner.  Put a mouse on the stage and your saloon will be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June, because the snow isn't falling."
Cat R. Waul tried to process that, he got tired of it and was annoyed.  "WHAT?!  They-they'll love her, adore her," he gave a promising grin to the young mouse and gently set her on the table for Miss Kitty to see, "of course who don't respond to me."
Olivia and Cynthia poked their heads into the room and saw Tanya in between the two cats.
"What have we done," Olivia whispered.
"I dunno about you, but I'm gonna give that cat a piece of my mind," Cynthia looked menacing towards Cat R. Waul.
Cat R. Waul and Miss Kitty got into an argument before they settled it and the male cat took his leave. Then Cynthia and Olivia rushed in and they crawled up to come to Tanya's sides, very happy and thankful that she was yet alive.
"What are you guys doing here," Tanya asked.
"We're here to save you," Olivia said.
"Save me," Tanya asked.
"We thought they were gonna eat you," Tanya explained.
"Oh, don't worry, mouseys," Miss Kitty grinned to the young female mice, "you're all safe now."
"You mean you don't eat mice," Tanya asked.
"Not so much anymore," Miss Kitty grinned to them as she rubbed her face with her tail. "I'm soft like this powder puff and twice as gentle.  But to live here around characters like this..." she caught one of her collars and gritted her teeth like she wanted to strangle it, but returned her friendly disposition to show she meant the three of them no harm, "what are your names?"
"My name is Olivia Flaversham," the young female Scottish mouse said.
"Tanya," the young female Russian mouse gave her name, "Tanya Mousekewitz."
"And I'm Cynthia Brisby," the young not real female mouse concluded.
"And you wanna be grand singers," Miss Kitty grinned as she put on a collar around her neck.
"Oh, yes," Tanya chattered emotionally, "lots of them, lots and lots and lots of them!"
"I...I have never thought of singing before..." Olivia admitted.
"I-I guess I have wanted to sing before," Cynthia said.
"Ye have," Olivia asked.
"Sometimes..." Cynthia shrugged, "I know a song that I used to sing to Angel back home."
Tanya suddenly shook and looked concerned.
"What's this," Miss Kitty noticed, "you're shaking like a rattlesnake's tail."
"I-I'm afraid..." Tanya lamented, "I've never sung in front of a real audience."
"It's going to be alright," Cynthia assured her.
There was a smash heard, followed by Chula's laughter.
"Why, darling, you wouldn't be an artist if you weren't just a little hesitant teenager," Miss Kitty carried Tanya, Cynthia and Olivia in her paws and gently set them down past her mirror on the vanity table.
"I'm not beautiful....." Tanya frowned.
"And who says," Miss Kitty gave a warm and supportive grin, "you can be whatever you want if you just believe in yourself.  Show me some gravel and guts."
Olivia and Cynthia looked to their reflections as well as Tanya did so. And where they saw themselves in beautiful dresses.
"C'mon, darlings," Miss Kitty encouraged, "give me some grins."
The three girls turned back and gave very small and barely visible grins.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," Miss Kitty disapproved, "darlings, you can all do better than that...each of you, think of something really nice."
Then each of them were thinking of something nice. The girls imagined themselves in showgirl dresses, which made them very happy.
"Now I want you all to reach deep down and find the most beautiful thought in your heart," Miss Kitty trained.
The girls took her words into best use and yet imagined while Miss Kitty applied make-up on them.  And where it seemed to work.  Olivia and Tanya enjoyed the makeover, but Cynthia was a little hesitant, yet she allowed Miss Kitty to doll her up as well.
"Oh, beautiful," Miss Kitty grinned to them, "tonight, girls, forget you're in this cow pie hole-of-an-olive pit town.  You're with your guys at the Pizza Hut Children's Club.  You're on the stage, and they have front row seats.  Then you sing your heart out just for them."
"Thank you, Miss," Olivia grinned.
"My pleasure..." Miss Kitty sounded distant.
Olivia and Cynthia looked to her. Miss Kitty found herself looking at her old photographs of Tiger.
"There are facts I miss him so much," Miss Kitty sighed, she put Tanya in a red dress, Cynthia in a purple dress and Olivia in a blue dress. "I forgot why I went.  So much regret," she brightened up and looked at the mirror for the young female mice, "well, do you like yourselves?"
"You bet," Cynthia grinned.
"We look like real ladies," Tanya agreed.
"Remember, the real lady is what's under the mask," Miss Kitty advised as she sprayed perfume. "Now go and murder them," she carried the three of them in her paw as the male cats in the saloon were hassling each other and having fun of their own.
"Metaphorically speaking," Cynthia said.
There were bottles thrown, but luckily, Miss Kitty dodged them as she carried her new showgirls.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," Chula said as he carried the bottle that held Teresa, Martin and Fievel over a small fire from a candle. "They don't cook evenly," he yelped as a flame jumped out and burned one of his pinchers.
"That's what you get for being evil," Martin smirked.
"Gentle creatures," Cat R. Waul presented, coming onto stage in front of the cowboy cats. "I have arranged a special preview of the artistic virtuosity that will become commoners on this stage.  Let me introduce the divine divas: Miss Tanya, Cynthia and Olivia!"
The cats clapped and laughed, eagerly awaiting their presentation.
"Oh, we're so hesitant," Cynthia and Olivia gulped.
"We-We can't do this...." Tanya trembled again.
"Sure you can," Miss Kitty soothed, "if someone throws as much as a radish at you, I'll hit them so hard that their meow will fall apart."
"Thank you, Miss Kitty," Cynthia grinned.
Then Miss Kitty wished them a farewell and went to the side and let them show the cats what they were made up.  The cats were heckling the three so far since they were mice.  The three mice girls tried to sing, but they were being rudely booed offstage until the girls hit a high note.  The high note broke the glass bottle that held Teresa, Martin and Fievel hostage and it also amazed the cowboy cats.  Then the piano player played a tune and Tanya, Cynthia and Olivia could now sing with high self-esteem and confidence.
"Faster, you guys, let's run," Fievel exclaimed.
"Come back, mice," Chula called after his prey. "You wouldn't want me to miss my dinner, would you," he tried to spit a web at them, but it ended up in his eyes, "I'm blind!"
"Help, girls," Teresa and Martin called as they ran with Fievel.
Cynthia, Olivia and Tanya just tuned him out and kept singing.
"Girls," Martin called out.
Teresa, Martin and Fievel even caught hold of a rope as the three mice girls just kept singing and focused on their most inner desires.  Martin loved Cynthia's singing voice, it was a lot different than he expected, but yet, his life was at risk. Why was she ignoring him?! Chula swung after them to capture them.
"But wait, why are we running if I can just use my true strength against that spider," Martin asked.
"You warn me, genius," Teresa said as she was mostly running from Chula because of her arachnophobia.
A mirror broke into shards on the stage which hit the platform, but did not harm Cynthia, Olivia or Tanya as they sang their song for the patrons.
"Time to stop running and time to fight the spider," Martin frowned before stopping.
"You do that," Teresa said as she ran away with Fievel.
Chula chased after them and he snarled at Martin before starting to tackle him, which was a rather dumb move.  Because now, the spider was going to feel an entire lot of pain.
"Should we help," Fievel asked.
"He's had this," Teresa reassured.
"You sure," Fievel asked.
Then they heard Chula trying to escape.
"Trust me," Teresa promised.
"Hey, where ya going," Martin taunted the villainous spider.
This caused for the villainous spider to get frightened and began to run for dear life.  Fievel and Teresa saw this and laughed at Chula's misfortune as he escaped and they came back to Martin's side.
"That'll teach him...." Martin said, furious that Bridget was gone.
The cats jeered for their entertainment.  Then Fievel, Teresa and Martin rushed to the stage to warn the girls.  Fievel had caught Miss Kitty's perfume scent in his hat to give to Tiger later as they ran.
Cynthia, Olivia and Tanya curtsied after their performance and they felt like they were making their dreams come true.
"Girls," Martin called out.
"Guys, we have to get out of here," Fievel shivered.
"We must stay," Tanya ignored her younger brother.
"Oh, ye are so right, Tanya," Olivia agreed.
"Yes, our public needs us," Cynthia also agreed.
"It's too dangerous here," Teresa warned.
Tanya took out a notepad and wrote on it, but she signed it with Cynthia and Olivia before handing it over and then the three mouse girls went to their dressing room.  The cats were throwing treasures and trinkets for the showgirls.
"This can't be happening," Martin said.
"Thank you for your....adoration....Tanya, Cynthia and Olivia..." Fievel sighed as he read the note aloud.
"I think that start of fame of theirs is starting to get to them," Teresa said.
"How do you mean," Fievel asked.
"The price of fame isn't cheap," Teresa explained, "you get a taste of fame and it gives you a jumping boost in the ego. Everybody loves you and wants to be you, but soon, you get sick of it and there's no road out unless you're really smart and clever."
"Yes, and where's Tanya, Cynthia and Olivia are experiencing it," Martin said.
Teresa gave him a glance. "Thank you, Martin, I don't think we could've figured that out on our own..."
"I'm sorry," Martin grinned sheepishly.
It was now late and it felt like Teresa, Martin and Fievel were on their own about this entire rat burger mess. There were two human children outside a home, one was working on a scientific equation and the other one was flinging a slingshot everywhere.
"Who are these two," Martin asked.
Teresa looked over and took a closer look. "It's Elvis and Max!"
"Who," Fievel asked.
"My cousins," Teresa said to him, but watched them, "they're not fellow mice, but...you think my family could help us?"
"Possibly," Martin said.
Fievel was a little hesitant about encountering humans since many of them did not like mice.
"C'mon," Martin said.
Fievel was yet hesitant, but followed after.
"Max, will you stop making a nuisance of yourself," the brown-haired boy scolded his brother, "I'm trying to memorize an equation from Mother's mathematical lecture!"
"I'm sorry," Max scoffed.
"You never are...." Elvis rolled his brown eyes back.
Then Teresa, Martin and Fievel ended up on top of his book.
"RODENTS," Elvis shrieked and dropped the book.
"Cool," Max grinned in emotion, "where?!"
"Down here," Martin squeaked.
"The rodent is speaking to me in human language..." Elvis muttered before fainting.
Max caught the three mice and held them in his hand. "Cool, I do wonder if Mum could cook them for dinner, and if not, I can train them to play pranks on Elvis!"
"Max Wesley, don't you dare think about it," Teresa scolded.
"Weird, that female mouse sounds like Teresa," Max said.
"That is," Teresa yelped.
"Teresa, is that you," Max asked.
"No, it's your mum, of course it's me," Teresa folded her arms.
"Cool," Max awakened his brother.
"Ugh...what just happened," Elvis rubbed his head.
"Teresa's a mouse," Max showed his brother.
"Along with her best friend Martin and my girlfriend, Cynthia," Teresa squeaked.
Elvis looked woozy and passed out in exhaustion.
"Somehow I don't think that guy's gonna be much help," Fievel huffed.
"Agreed," Martin nodded.
"Max, where's Uncle Emmett," Teresa asked.
"Dad's inside with Mum until supper's ready," Max warned her, "you might wanna stay back though, Mum hates mice."
"Nice to know," Martin said.
"Just keep them away....." Elvis warned, "who knows what Mother might say?"
"Suppertime, boys," a female Western accent called.
"Oh, sure," Max eagerly ran inside as he carried Teresa, Martin and Fievel in his hand.
"WOAH," the three mice cried, Max seemed to have forgotten that he had them.
"Hey! Have you forgotten? We're yet in your hand," Martin squeaked.
"Oops, I'm sorry, guys..." Max looked down to the three mice.
"Would you mind putting us down then," Teresa asked.
"Huh..." Max put them down on the table and sat down.
Elvis sat next to his brother and gave a polite grin. A curly black-haired woman hummed as she served up plates of food for her family.
"That must be their mum," Fievel grinned.
"Yes, that's Aunt Clara," Teresa warned him.
Clara came back with plates of food, but she saw the mice and shrieked, dropping the plates instantly. "MOUSE!!"
"Aunt Clara, please wait," Teresa tried to stop her.
"Get out! Shoo, shoo," Clara caught a broom.
"Faster, run," Fievel exclaimed.
Clara yelled and tried to strike the broom at them. Teresa, Martin and Fievel ran away, leaving the house.
"Woah, that woman really doesn't like mice," Martin said.
"Which reminds me, we should visit Tom, Jerry and Robyn sometime soon," Teresa suggested.
"Yes..." Martin agreed.
"Now what," Fievel mournfully sighed.
"What's the matter, children," the old dog with a hat from earlier mumbled, though seemed to be speaking in his sleep.
"Did you ever know something very reluctant, but no one will believe you," Fievel asked softly, "boy, I wish Wylie Burp were here."
"You do," that seemed to awaken the old dog.
"Yes, but we don't even know where he is," Martin said.
"Well, then...h-h-he's right here..." the dog warned them.
Fievel came over in emotion.  "Where?"
"The old dog's right under your whiskers," the dog grinned sleepily as something golden glowed underneath his droopy ears, "read the badge, children."
Martin did so and then where he went wide-eyed. "He's warning the truth," he grinned.
"Wow," Fievel was amazed.
"We need you, Wylie Burp," Teresa rushed to the old gassy dog, "the cats are gonna make us rat burgers.  You must help us now!"
"Just leave this sleeping dog, son," Wylie warned him as he looked like he was going to fall asleep again, "doggone it, I'm dead tired.  I'm tired of living a dog life and fighting like cats and dogs against dogs and cats, and young puppies hogging my trail to be top dogs.  I'm going to the dogs in a dog-eat-dog world, children.  I'm this far over the hill, I'm at the bottom of the other side."
"Then basically, you won't help us," Martin moaned.
"You know, I think I might be able to help you," Wylie said as he snored.
"How," Fievel asked, "we only have until sundown tomorrow!"
"I have to find me a dog," Wylie snored, "I'll teach him the stuff.  I'll make him a hero."
"Too bad Patch's not here......" Martin sighed, "Teresa, do you think Einstein could help us?"
"Einie's not really a fighting dog," Teresa rubbed her arm, "he's best for company and help with science experiments, but I don't think he can really fight."
"We don't know any dogs......" Fievel pouted, but remembered something he heard before they came way out west, "but I do know a god."
"Let's just hope he doesn't freak out," Martin said.
"Oh, boy, I know where this is going..." Teresa mumbled, now knowing who they had in mind.
They had went back to the Indian camp as Tiger continued to stuff his face and they warned him everything.
"Oh, dear, I can't," Tiger declined to their offer, "you have the wrong cat.  I'm a god of eternal peace and cosmic love, my friend.  But why would you argue?  I'm here, you're here.  We're all here!"
"Oh, c'mon, Tiger," Fievel said.
"Besides, we're going to Green River," Martin added in.
"You're going to Green River, I'll stay here," Tiger got comfortable again, "well, you know, greetings to everyone."
"But how about Miss Kitty," Martin asked.
"Huh," Tiger turned back.
Fievel took off his hat and allowed Miss Kitty's perfume to waft into Tiger's face.
'And he'll agree in three......two...one...' Jesse thought to himself.
"My sweet baby bubby-bunka-boo," Tiger purred once he thought of Miss Kitty's touch and sweet kisses, but fell to the ground in a begging position, "you've convinced me!  What have I done?"
"Ah, it's not much..." Fievel shrugged innocently, "you just have to pretend you're a dog!"
"Yes, that's all you must do," Martin said.
"A dog," Tiger jumped back.
"You said it," Teresa nodded.
"A dog..." Tiger was yet surprised at that offer.
"Tiger, anyone can be a god, but it takes grit to be a dog," Fievel encouraged his best friend.
"That's true," Martin said.
"C'mon, let's get going," Teresa warned the cat.
Then they went to see Wylie Burp again and the sun was starting to rise.
Wylie stood up once they came and after an introduction, he took a look at Tiger.  "Then you're a frivolous cat that I have to shape?  I'll cut out of my work."
"I don't have to hear this," Tiger scoffed in return, "I'm a god!"
"Doesn't eat mice," Martin said.
Tiger glanced at him for that.
"Fetch, boy," Wylie took out a stick and threw it, not going after it like a traditional dog would since he was the one who threw it.
"Me," Tiger smirked poshly.
Wylie frowned at him, snarling aggressively to make him move.
"You better do it," Martin said.
Tiger was frightened of Wylie's jaws of death and walked casually over to collect the bone.  Fievel laughed at Tiger's attempt, he found it very silly.  Tiger picked up the bone, gave it a small sniff and handed it over.
"No, no, everything's wrong," Wylie shook his head.
"Should I show Tiger how it's done, sir," Martin asked the dog.
Wylie gave Martin a strange look since he was a mouse. "Uh..."
"Trust me, Martin knows a lot about dogs," Teresa agreed, knowing where this was going.
"Well..alright," Wylie allowed him to, but he took the bone from Tiger's paws and threw it, "fetch!"
Martin started to run away after the bone like a dog where he could try to catch it with his mouth. Fievel, Teresa, Wylie and Tiger watched as Martin fetched the bone the correct fashion and bring it back to Wylie the correct road, which surprised Tiger, Wylie and Fievel.
"Thank you..." Wylie gave a small grin to Martin once he took the bone back, "you see how it's done, pussycat?"
"Then what have I made a mistake," Tiger took the bone. "Do you want me to keep it in my mouth and dribble it all over," he salivated over the bone, mocking how messy dogs could be.
"You want to behave like a dog, you have to think like a dog until it smells like a dog," Wylie trained.
"Yes," Martin nodded.
"A self-respecting dog doesn't fetch anything unless he's fine and feeling good," Wylie continued, coming behind the cat, "you wanna intimidate someone, give him a la-a-zy eye."
"Oh, yes, I'm scared to ask...." Tiger was hesitant, "well, what are the la-a-zy eyes?"
Then Wylie turned him around and forced their eyes to meet where he could take it.  "The la-a-zy eyes!"
"Woah," Tiger jumped back, a little afraid and surprised from that.
"Yikes," Martin said.
Then Tiger gave the lazy eye a try for himself.
"That's interesting," Martin said.
"I guess..." Teresa shrugged, but the eye-bursting disgusted her slightly.
"Alright, now that is disturbing," Martin said.
They moved on to a high height. Teresa remained calm since there was enough space to go around without dropping.
"C'mon, watch your walk," Wylie instructed.
Tiger tried to walk, which was of course wrong.
"You wiggle like a French poodle," Wylie stopped him, "now crawl on all fours and get a snout complete with Mother Earth."
"Yes," Martin said.
"Yes!  That's against my grain," Tiger shuddered.
"C'mon, Tiger, do it for Miss Kitty," Martin said.
"This is going to be harder than I thought," Fievel sighed about Tiger's training.
"You have no idea," Martin said.
"Mmm..." Teresa slowly shut her eyes, "time for a training montage."
"Yes, seems like that time," Martin said.
"Training montage," Fievel asked.
"You'll see," Teresa and Martin warned him.
"Um...alright," Fievel said, confused.
And then Wylie's training for Tiger began.  They were now in an abandoned mine shaft and Wylie started training Tiger on how to bark like a dog.  And where it took a while for him to start barking like a dog.  He even started to snarl and put it into better use.  Then Wylie shook paws with Fievel because at how well this was going for everybody now.
"This is going to be better than I thought," Martin said.
Then they were taken to a horse stable and Tiger was now doing warm-ups to exercise himself to take on the cats.
'Wow,' Martin thought to himself.
The sit-ups did not go well as the pull-ups, but they would improve.  Tiger was now running across wooden buckets like tires in the Rocky movie series.
After that came lasso training.
"Too bad Applejack's not here, I wish she could give him some pointers," Teresa spoke up.
"Yes," Martin nodded.
Tiger ended up losing control of the lasso and ended up tying himself up in a ropy mess.  This made Fievel laugh, however.  Tiger was now beating up a cat dummy.
"This is going rather well," Fievel said.
Tiger even karate-chopped the hat apart and ran over with a pitchfork, stabbing the dummy and making it fly up with feathers.
"Oh, yes, quite so," Teresa agreed.
Wylie and Fievel shook their heads.  That was rather over the top.
Tiger was now using a slingshot with grand ease and put it away in his new belt like a professional cowboy.
'I think he's almost ready,' Martin thought to himself.
Wylie picked up a newspaper and threw it.
Tiger shivered like an emotional dog and chased after the paper.  He caught it in his mouth and then scratched behind his ear with his right hind leg.  Fievel yet laughed at Tiger acting like a dog, first he was a cat that didn't chase or eat mice and now he was a cat who acted more like a dog.
"He's almost there, he needs a new look though," Teresa suggested.
"Yes," Martin added.
Wylie gave a look to the new and improved Tiger.  "You had a point there, little lady...." he moved Tiger's muzzle, stretched out his ears and made them floppy and gave Tiger a collar that read "Fido" on it.
Fievel, Martin and Teresa climbed down in front of Tiger and they all gave a salute to Wylie.  Wylie saluted them back and now they were ready to take on the cats and foil their mouse burger plan.
"Time to foil an evil cat's plan," Martin said.
"Come," Wylie warned the young mice.
They all trudged out through the sand like true cowboys to make it to the evil cats and stop them.  Teresa, Martin and Fievel had to take more steps since Wylie and Tiger were more bigger than them and they needed to catch up.
Miss Kitty was sitting up high with Olivia, Cynthia and Tanya while everyone else was crowding.
"Now, pay attention," Cat R. Waul called, "cats and gentlemen, please give me my ears!  I'm very honored to invite everyone to share our dinner...I mean, share our victory!  Today, we announce a reluctant new holiday.  To commemorate this glory and for an outstanding snack, I will...take these golden scissors and cut out the red ribbon!"
The cats and mice applauded to this.
"Did he just say feast before saying festival," Cynthia asked.
"This can't be a charity event," Olivia didn't notice that until Cynthia pointed it out.
Cat R. Waul lifted the red ribbon and was about to cut it with his scissors to release the giant mouse trap that would murder all of the mice down below.
"Oh, dear, it's a trap," Cynthia gasped upon seeing this.
The mice cheered, fully unaware and oblivious to what was going to happen on them.
"Oh, dear, stop, STOP," Olivia cried before falling onto the top of the deathly mousetrap.
"Olivia," Tanya, Miss Kitty and Cynthia cried.
The ribbon was almost cut.  Olivia saw the trap and curled up into a ball in fear. Tiger shot his slingshot, which knocked the scissors out of Cat R. Waul's paws just in time.
"Whew," Cynthia sighed out of relief.
"Hey, Cat R. Waul, let's close the office," Wylie sharply called.
"Well, please, it's necessary for these dogs to pass the obedient school," Cat R. Waul warned his men like a civilized gentleman, "murder!"
Then the cowboy cats growled and barged over to take down Wylie, Teresa, Martin and Tiger.
"Time to beat up some evil cats," Martin said.
A cat was on a corner and about to fling his own slingshot down to the nice guys.
"Oh, be careful of you, boy," Wylie warned.
Then Tiger aimed for that cat and shot him down and made him land into a water barrel.
"Bulls-eye," Martin cheered.
A cat was now in the air and pouncing on top of Teresa. "Found one!"
"Don't hurt me..." Teresa muttered before catching the cat by his throat and smacked him against a building wall before climbing to his tail and giving a vicious chomp on it.
The cat yelped and jumped in the air in pain and ran off.
"Remind me never to get you frustrated," Martin said to his best friend.
"I'll try," Teresa said as she spit up some fur.
Tiger remembered his training as the cats fought back and he had grandly improved.
Fievel rushed up to Olivia and held her in his arms like a newlywed bride. "You alright, Olivia?"
Olivia's eyes sparkled into his. "U-Uh-huh..."
"Looks like Fievel has found------" Martin was interrupted as a cat looked like it had eaten him.
"Martin, watch out," Teresa called.
But then, the cat began to feel its mouth beginning to open up.
"Hello," Martin smirked.
"Um...hello..." the cat grinned back, though hesitantly.
"And farewell," Martin punched the cat and made it almost fly up in the air.
This surprised all of the cats and mice.
"Oh, my hero," Cynthia swooned slightly.
Tiger shot the slingshot ammo against a frying pan and a cowbell, which reflected apart and hit two other cats.
"Ooh," Miss Kitty felt the same fashion, not recognizing her ex-boyfriend, "who's with Wylie, Teresa, Martin and Fievel?  He has to do something!"
"I think that's your ex-boyfriend," Cynthia said.
One cat took a sextuple slingshot, which made Tiger feel hesitant all of a sudden.  The opponent cat knocked Tiger's slingshot out of his paw, but he shot it two more times just to show off how more powerful he was compared to his opponents. This made Tiger and Wylie hesitant.  Then the cats moved in, knowing they were unarmed and decided to get even.
Tanya saw something and just realized who was with Tiger and Wylie.  "Is that Fievel, Teresa and Martin?"
"It's too hard, boy," Wylie advised, "get out while you yet can."
Tiger agreed to that.  "Well, it smells too bad!"
"But wait! We yet have our secret weapon," Martin said while stopping Tiger from leaving.
"What's that," Tiger asked.
"Hey, Tiger, give him la-a-zy eyes," Fievel suggested.
Tiger remembered that, but took a deep breath with Wylie and they both gave lazy eyes to the enemy cats.  And where that started to freak out the adversary cats.  The cats backed up slowly before running for the hills.  However, a gunshot was heard and made a gaping hole in Tiger's hat, which caught everybody's attention.
"Idiots..." Cat R. Waul shook his head, "trigger the mousetrap!"
"That is one huge mousetrap," Martin said once he saw the size of the trap.
"They want to crush the mice," Miss Kitty gasped in alarm.
Then Cynthia and Tanya rushed in to save the horses. Olivia saw them coming as she stood next to Fievel, Teresa and Martin.
"NOW," Cat R. Waul warned the genius cat.
The cat smirked, about to cut the red ribbon.  Then Cynthia, Tanya and Olivia stepped in and started to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" on top of the mousetrap to make Cat R. Waul call away the mousetrap plan since she was in love with their singing voices.
"What are they doing here," Fievel asked.
"STOP," Cat R. Waul called to the genius cat, "you'll murder the divas!"
This made the mice realize they were on a mousetrap and they scattered away together.
"Freeze, you poor pests," Cat R. Waul growled before trying to shoot at the mice as they ran away.
"Father," Olivia rushed to Hiram.
"Olivia," Hiram rushed to his daughter.
The two shared a fast hug. It didn't last too long because they had to run to avoid Waul's bullets. Wylie hid behind a barrel and then pounded a loose floorboard to fling Fievel in the air and then knocked the gun out of Waul's control and the gun was now spinning with him on the trigger.
"Wow," Fievel cheered.
Cat R. Waul yelped and tried to run from the gun's shooting hole until he was stuck in front of the mousetrap.  "Oops," the evil cat said with widened eyes.
"Now you're freezing, Cat R. Waul," Fievel taunted.
"Don't pull it, boy, or you won't see the last of Miss Kitty," Chula called as he carried the female gray cat by his webs to hold her up from a rooftop.
"Oh, dear, Miss Kitty," Cynthia gasped in fear.
"Let go of your hands," Miss Kitty growled.
Tiger snarled, growling like a guard dog since the lady in his life was in danger.  He took a deep breath and barked in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the railroad station. "Go and rescue your lady, Tiger," Martin cheered.
Tiger suddenly became stronger due to the fact for Miss Kitty and started to clobber the enemy cats.
"Is this normal," Olivia wondered.
"I've never seen the side of Tiger before," Fievel warned her.
"This is what happens if someone holds the love of your life hostage and threatens to hurt her," Martin said.
"Interesting...." Olivia smirked.
The cats were piling up in front of the gun while Fievel kept his paw on the trigger, but didn't press down just yet.  One cat took out a knife and threw it to Tiger, who caught it in his mouth and shot it right back.  The cat caught it through his hat and was now flying back as well and ended up on the other side of the cat pile.
"I never taught him this one," Wylie grinned proudly.
"He taught himself that," Martin said.
Tiger took out more and more cats, remembering his training and help and even finished with a scratch behind his ears before furiously frowning at the spider.  "You hurt a piece of her fur, and I'll tear you into one leg at a time," he threatened.
Chula shot a web at him.  Then Tiger caught the web and yanked it down, taking Chula down with it.  Miss Kitty yelped and clung to the roof where she wouldn't have a nasty fall.  Tiger spun Chula's web like a lasso and threw the spider in with the cat pile.  Martin and Teresa brought up two scorecards both showing 10. The roof gave out and Miss Kitty shrieked as she fell.  Tiger stepped in and carried her in his arms.
"Ooh..." Miss Kitty gave a charming grin to her hero.
"Alright, Wylie," Tiger smirked to the evil cats.
"Let them tear it, boy," Wylie commanded.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Burp, sir," Fievel saluted the cowboy dog before aiming the gun and shot at the red ribbon to trigger the mousetrap.
"Farewell," Martin smirked to the evil cats.
"I've had plans since Aunt Sarah comes over..." Cynthia chuckled darkly.
Then the mousetrap flung all of the cats in the air, which made everybody suddenly look up.  Then the cats suddenly fell right back down and ended up in a US mail bag.  Cat R. Waul burst his head out to plot revenge, but the train zoomed in and he was caught by a cuddling woman, who made him wear baby clothes and she was going to baby him forever and ever and ever.
"That'll be the last we've seen of him," Martin said.
"For now anyhow," Teresa put her hands on her hips.
"I think that's an appropriate punishment," Cynthia said.
The train and mail bag had broken the water barrel and released cool, refreshing water for everybody and blooming flowers burst out from the dry and hot ground.  The mice happily cheered that they could now live in the Wild West the fashion they were meant to.  Once all was well, Fievel came to his family.
"Well, looks like everything will be just fine from here on," Cynthia grinned.
"I think you need to do something first," Martin pointed to her face.
Then Cynthia realized she yet had her make-up on and she came to Tanya and Olivia's sides as they were washing their make-up away and thought they were beautiful just the fashion they were.
"That's better," Martin grinned.
"I'm not into make-up, but thanks," Cynthia grinned bashfully.
"Yes, same here," Olivia agreed.
"Well, sometimes, make-up just blocks the true beauty," Martin said.
Cynthia grinned bashfully to that. Tanya found her father's violin and gave it to him to play.
"Now it's time for music," Papa announced before playing a square dance tune, "let's celebrate!"
"Agreed," Martin grinned.
Tanya took her brother's paws and started to dance with him.  Yasha crawled over and reached up for Cynthia.
Cynthia grinned to the baby mouse and carried her in her arms. "Hey, Yasha!"
"She's going to miss you until we leave," Martin whispered.
"I'm sorry, jocko, but I have to go back where I belong..." Cynthia said softly to the baby mouse, "I'll miss you a lot as well, take very best care of yourself..."
Yasha frowned, she may had been an infant, but she could understand what Cynthia was saying to her. She gave Cynthia a hug and sniffled.
"I know my place," Cynthia soothed, gently petting the back of her head, "it is time you learned yours."
"By the way, how are we getting back home," Teresa asked.
Cynthia came to Mama and handed Baby Yasha over to her.
"You guys couldn't leave," Fievel frowned, who was now wearing his own sheriff's badge that Wylie gave to him as a reward.
"We'll be back someday," Martin assured him.
"Alright..." Martin said softly.
Teresa, Martin and Cynthia walked another road as the mice celebrated their victory against the cats once more.
"It'll be alright, Fievel," Olivia soothed the mouse boy.
Then they saw Teresa, Martin and Cynthia suddenly disappear. Fievel looked over, who rubbed his eyes in confusion and saw that his new friends had suddenly and somehow vanished, hearing the frustrated puppet shout his name.
"Just remember, Fievel," Wylie advised as they watched the sunset, "one person's sunset is another person's dawn.  I don't know what else is beyond these hills, but if you ride on the mountain, look up, open your eyes and open-minded, I think one day you'll find a hero you've been looking for."
This made Fievel grin as he heard his hero say that.  Then the young mouse and old dog watched the sunset together as Fievel turned his hat back to the fashion it was before.
Executive ProducersSHERYL STAMPS LEACHDENNIS DeSHAZER
Supervising ProducerJIM ROWLEY
Senior ProducerJEFF GITTLE
ProducerLINDA HOUSTON
DirectorFRED HOLMES
WriterPERRI VERDINO-GATES
Consulting ProducerBEN VAUGHN
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Production DesignerBOB LAVALLEE
Music DirectorJOE PHILLIPS
Cast:Barney's Voice • BOB WESTBarney's Costume • DAVID JOYNERB.J.'s Voice • PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Costume • JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Keesha • MERA BAKERStephen • CHASE GALLATINDanny • JEFFREY HOODKim • ERICA RHODESMiss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONGScooter McNutty • TODD DUFFEY
Production ManagerCHARLOTTE SPIVEY
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA ODETTE ALBERTSON
Lighting DesignerKEN CRAIG
Lighting DirectorMURRAY CAMPBELL
Stage ManagerJENA ATCHISON
Post Production SupervisorBOB DAUBER
Techincal Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
EditorsBRYAN NORFOLKMcKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID BOOTHE
Production AudioRON BALENTINE
Make-Up DesignJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Manager of Music ServicesLISA ARBUCKLE GREIF
Manager of Talent ServicesJULIE HUTCHINGS
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Original Barney, Baby Bopand B.J. costumes byIRENE COREYDESIGN ASSOCIATES
"I Love You" lyrics byLEE BERNSTEIN (BMI)Melody Traditional© Shimbarah Music (BMI)
Produced by The Lyons Group andConnecticut Public Television
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutive in ChargeLARRY RIFKIN
Barney and the Backyard Gang™and Barney & Friends® wereoriginally developed bySHERYL LEACH,KATHY PARKERand DENNIS DeSHAZER.
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
Copyright © 1991 Lyons Partnership, L.P.All rights reserved.The names and characters Barney and B.J.,"Barney & Friends" and the Barney and children logo areReg. U.S. Pat. & Tm. Off. The name and characterBaby Bop are trademarks of Lyons Partnership, L.P.