An American Tail

Tanya, Fievel?

Will you stop that twirling, twirling?

Uh, no. No more.

That's it. Time for bed.

But, Mama, it's Hanukkah!

For you, every night is Hanukkah.

Papa, enough already.

They'll never get to sleep.

All right. All right.

Presents.

What about presents?

Presents? What presents?

Oh, Papa.

Just a joke.

For Tanya, a new babushka.

Happy Hanukkah.

Oh, Papa. Thank you.

You have only one parent?

Thank you, Mama.

Hmm.

And for you, Fievel,

a new hat.

And not just any hat.

A new hat that has been in the family

for three generations.

It belonged to me, my father, and my father's father.

And now, it belongs to you.

Happy Hanukkah.

It's too big!

You'll grow.

Ah, did I ever tell you

about the Giant Mouse of Minsk?

No. - No.

Was it anything like the mouse with the long hair

that the prince climbed up?

No. This mouse, the Mouse of Minsk,

was tall as a tree.

His tail was a mile long.

- Really? - Really.

He was so big, he frightened all the cats.

Shh!

Don't say that word.

Talk about something else.

America.

Another fairy tale.

America.

What a place!

- What a place! - What a place!

In America, there are mouse holes in every wall.

Who says? - Everyone!

In America, there are bread crumbs on every floor!

You're talking nonsense.

In America, you can say anything you want.

But most important...

and this I know for fact,

in America, there are no cats.

Shh. They'll hear you.

How could they hear us?

There, you see?

The Cossacks! The Cossacks!

Don't cry, Yasha. I'll scare them away.

Fievel, you'll get hurt!

Go away!

Go away, cats! Go away!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Fievel, angel, are you all right?

Yes, Mama.

Then, never do that again!

Mama, look.

In America, there are no cats.

Look, Papa, water.

Is it the ocean?

Yes. Keep walking.

Look, Papa, smoke!

Is the boat on fire?

No. No. Keep walking!

Look, Papa, birds!

Are they seagulls?

Keep walking!

Keep walking!

Keep walking!

I just wanted to see.

Fievel, this is the last time I take you to America.

Bye-bye!

Auf Wiedersehen. Auf Wiedersehen.

Ooh, auf Wiedersehen!

You know I got a cousin in America.

Ah!

You and everybody else. Huh?

Are we there yet?

Not yet. Soon.

How soon?

Soon.

Maybe we should have stayed in Russia.

We'll be all right.

As long as we're together, we'll be all right.

Ah, so Mr. Curious, you've discovered the herring.

Herring? I thought they were fish.

But, Fievel, herring are fish.

- Really? - Certainly.

In the ocean, there are all kinds of fish

and herring is one of them.

All kinds?

Yes. Tiny fishes, not so tiny fishes,

fishes as big as this boat.

Wow!

Let's go up and see the fish!

Not now. Your mama's worried.

Come back, Fievel.

Wait!

Oh, what am I going to do with you?

You stay closer to home! Don't you go running off again!

Mama!

Ah, so we return, hmm?

We saw some fish!

Fish?

Lucky, you didn't see some cats.

Cats!

- Cats! - Oh!

I didn't see any cats.

Whew.

Won't it be nice to get to America,

where we don't have to worry about cats anymore?

There are no cats in America,

but back home in mother Russia...

Oh!

Oy vey.

- But! - But...?

If you think things were bad in Russia,

you should see things in my country!

Poor mamma mia!

But!

Surely, that's sad,

but sadder still...

Oh.

But!

Hey, fellas, want a bite?

Oh, it's the end of the world.

No, it's worse.

Hmm.

Fievel.

Fievel, come, sit here.

Yes, Papa.

Fievel.

Fish!

Fievel! Fievel!

Fievel!

I'm getting my hat, Papa!

Fievel!

Fievel, come back!

My hat!

Wait!

Fievel, stop!

Stop!

Pa... Papa!

Fievel!

Don't move!

Papa!

Grab my hand! Papa!

Help!

Grab my hand!

Fievel!

Fievel, come back!

Papa, help!

Fievel!

Fievel!

Fievel!

Papa!

America.

No, no. New York.

Name?

Smovolodny-Dhromovichsky.