An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

And then the hero, Wylie Burp,

squinted across the dusty street.

Hopelessly surrounded by the Cactus Cat gang, he stood his ground,

refusing to back down.

Have no fear, Billy the kid is here.

It's too tough, kid. Get out while you still can.

If you're biting the dust, I'm going down with ya.

You saved my life. I'll never forget this, kid.

Here, son, I want you to have one of these.

Oh! Look out behind you, kid.

Fievel, your supper's ready.

- Ouch! - Fievel!

Fievel!

Somewhere

Out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me

And loving me

And loving me

Shut up!

Papa, they're throwing fruit and vegetables at me again.

Keep singing. Maybe they will throw some fruit for dessert.

Another night without cheese.

Yee-haw!

Howdy, Mama.

I come here to rustle me up some grub.

And where have you been, Fievel? You're late.

I had to rescue the sheriff, Wylie Burp.

He was surrounded by the Cactus Cat gang.

Oh, such a tall tale, Fievel.

And dirty hands, too?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Go. Wash.

Oh, Mama, I just washed...

Yesterday.

I thought things would be better in America.

In Russia, my violins were famous.

At least we never went hungry.

Maybe Tanya should sing again.

Very funny.

You'll see. Someday I'll be a big star.

People will come from miles around.

Yeah, to eat.

Mama!

Fievel...

Whoa!

They call America the land of opportunity.

Opportunity for what?

For children to play in the filthy streets?

To never see the sunshine?

Fievel's birthday is coming,

and we don't even have enough money for presents.

Oh, Papa, I don't care.

I could always sing in front of the gift shop

and maybe they'll throw presents.

How truly blessed I am to have such fine children.

Maybe things will get better.

Tiger? Tiger!

Can we have an espresso and talk this over, please?

Listen, Tiger. You're an alley cat. Pretty please.

Born and bred. How true.

I got a ticket to sunshine, and I'm going West.

I heard there's a town that promises a new frontier.

And a brand-new breed of cat.

Is there anything wrong with my breed?

City cats got too much purr in their fur.

Not enough growl in their howl.

Look at you. You catnap, cat around.

And, heck, I don't mean to be mean,

but you're even a little bit of a fraidy cat.

Who told you that?

Hey, I'm no fraidy cat. I'll show you.

I'll show them. I'm no fraidy cat.

Tiger, I don't want a tomcat, top cat or even a tough tabby.

I just want... Ooh.

How do I say this?

I just want a cat who's more like a dog.

That's my ride out West.

Now show me you're tough.

And don't make a fuss when I leave, okay?

You don't mean... This is good-bye?

Hey, there are no good-byes between you and me, Tiger.

After all, we'll always have the Bronx.

Here's looking at you, kid.

The Bronx, that's right. The Bronx, right.

I won't make a fuss. I can handle it.

I can...

I can, uh...

Cat attack!

Cat attack!

Cat attack!

Pay attention. Keep it clean and tidy.

Plenty of violence, but no eating.

Right. Carry on, chaps.

Fievel! Fievel!

Get in here with the family!

Yee-haw!

Oh, no! The mice! Aw, gee!

Peekaboo.

Oh, I got... I gotta do something.

I will be tough. I will be brave.

Oops.

It's a spy... A I can... A I can... De...

De... De... An arachnid!

Why, those no-good ornery varmints.

Fievel, my son. Come back!

Oh!

Oh, thank heavens.

I forgot my hat.

Fievel, come back.

Hee-ya. - Fievel!

Fievel, my son, come back!

No! Papa!

Huh?

I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim.

Now this makes it a fair fight.

Yeah?

That's right.

I'm talking to you, fur head.

Fur head?

I don't care what the boss says.

This mouse is lunch.

Run! Run, Fievel!

Oh, no.

For your life, Fievel, run!

Mama, Tanya, get in!

Fievel!

Papa, get in!

Everybody, together, run!

Run!

Jolly, jolly good.

Now for my part.

Look!

Whoa!

Oh...

Let's go on that ride again.

Where did I get such a son?

Why, howdy, fine mice.

I'm in desperate need of help, y'all.

It seems that I've come into possession

of some railway tickets to the West.

Tickets to sunshine that I will be unable to use now.

Surely there are some of y'all...

Looking for a little elbow room, y'all.

Now, I ain't gonna lie to you.

There are problems out West.

There's a lot of bright sunshine and fresh air.

But after these opulent, aromatic sewers,

that might be frightfully upsetting for you all, you all...

Y'all. Sorry.

I reckon I'll take one of them tickets.

I'll take 15.

Now just hold your horses one gold darn minute, y'all.

There's plenty for everyone, yes, sirree.

Are there any cats out West?

There certainly are, partners,

and if you have any prejudices against cats,

you better stay put because on the frontier,

cats and mice help each other.

The anointed leader of the cats, a Mr. Cat R. Waul,

is one of the most enlightened, intelligent, sophisticated,

charming, non-narcissistic, debonair, suave,

dashing, renaissance cats you could ever wish to meet.

Uh, ah, the fact is, cats even get along with the dogs out there.

Sheriff Wylie Burp is probably the finest

law-dog in the West, actually, y'all.

Wylie Burp... Wow!

Too bad there aren't any desperadoes left to round up.

Hee-hee-hee! - I'll take a ticket.

Three tickets, please.

Don't push, please. Plenty for all.

- Three tickets. CAT R. - Three for you, jolly good.

Come on, Papa. Let's go.

There is opportunity out West.

Maybe they have a better appreciation of singers out there.

So what are we fiddling around here for?

Let's go West, partners!

Jolly, jolly, jolly good.

Anybody still like some tickets, y'all?

Oh, those nine lives come in handy.

Fiev...

Fievel. Hello.

Wow, it's empty.

Oh, no. What's this?

Oh, no!

"Dear Tiger, we left New York.

"We're taking the train to a town out West called Green River.

"I tried to find you to tell you,

"but I guess you were somewhere with Miss Kitty.

"I miss you and I hope I see you again sometime.

"Your best friend, Fievel."

Train, the train! They're taking the train.

Hurry, Mama. The train won't wait.

I'm sure we forgot something.

Let us see. We have your violin tools, the pots and pans...

I took them anyhow... Your pipe,

the tail curler, the whisker comb,

the cheese board, and Grandpa's cheese knife.

Oh, I hope we have everything.

Don't worry, it will be wonderful.