An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island

That's the way, boys. Put your back into it!

Whoa-oa-oa! Whoa there.

Warren street. This is Warren street.

Watch your step, miss.

Hyah! Giddyap!

Morning, mama. - Morning.

Good morning, my darlings.

You had a good night?

Yes, mama.

I dreamed we moved out west and I became a famous gunslinger.

Ha! Like that could happen.

Well, it seemed real to me.

Look at the time. Where is your father?

I'll go get him. No, I will.

Morning, papa. Time to get up.

Okay, okay. I'm fine. I'm awake!

Then how come you look asleep?

Wishful thinking!

Hurry, papa, or you'll be late for your job at the factory.

All right. Okay. I'm up!

Happy?

I-I was just trying to help.

Tanya, wait. I didn't--

what's all the excitement?

Papa's so mean lately.

So! I hope you're satisfied.

Tanya, I'm sorry.

Tell her I'm sorry.

Papa, are you okay?

Ah, fievel.

It's just that I'm not as young as I used to be.

Me neither!

Fievel, what I mean is I'm tired.

Back in Russia, I taught music.

Sometimes I made a few violins to sell.

Two jobs was enough.

Ay, but here in america,

here you need three!

Isn't that good? Well, yes... and no.

Yes, because it's the only way for us to get ahead and build a better life.

And also no, because sometimes when I'm so worn out,

I forget to be kind to my own family.

Ah, don't worry, papa. It'll work out.

Like you always tell me,

"in america, you are truly free."

Heh-heh-heh. That is true.

"Free to succeed and free to fail."

Ay, that is also true.

"Free to be a little crumb one day...

And the next, a big cheese."

That is also also true.

Of course, he also said...

There were no cats in america!

Hmph! That's okay, papa.

You can't be right about everything.

Little fievel.

It's good you are so full of hope.

Of course he's full of hope.

He's your son, isn't he?

Yeah, and you're my papa,

papa.

Be careful, fievel. Good-bye!

Hey! This one's on me.

Thanks, Tony. It's the least I can do.

After all, it was your dad who got me my job at the cheese factory.

Wow, you must be rich!

Oh. Pardon me. Ha! Ooh.

Tiger, I only been workin' for a week.

Gettin' rich takes at least... a month!

Gee, I can't wait to get a job!

Oh, I wouldn't rush if I was you.

How come?

Well, now that I'm working,

I got responsibilities.

Oh.

But you can still go wherever you want whenever you want.

Yeah!

So... where am I going?

Right in there. Wow!

What is it? Oh, something I, uh,

personally discovered just recently.

"The beach pneumatic subway."

Beach? I don't see any beach.

Beach is the guy who built it.

Oh, good, because I get fleas... at the beach.

What's a subway? An underground train.

This I gotta see!

We're talking about a really big, nasty,

loud machine here, right?

What are you, afraid?

Who, me? Ha-ha! No.

I just think it would be better if I stand guard up here and,

uh, and... protect your flank!

Ha-ha! And we are supposed to buy this story?

Actually, I was kinda hoping... yes.

Tony, come on! Come on!

Fine. Wait here.

Good plan!

There it is. - Ooh!

See that huge fan over there?

When they turned it on, whoosh!

It blew the car along so fast...

You slammed back in your seat.

Wow! Your eyes bugged out. Your hair stood back.

Your cheeks flapped in the wind.

Double wow!

Problem is, it didn't work too good.

So about twelve years ago, they closed it up. Aw!

Hey, get a load of this.

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hoo-o-o-o.

Hoo-o-o-o. Hoo-o-o-o.

Ho-o-o-o-o.

Hoo-o-o-o. Hoo-o-o-o.

Ooh!

Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three--

oh! Who am I foolin'?

The only flank I'm protecting is mine.

Those poor little guys, down there in that dark pit all by themselves.

Oh! I'm a fraud. I'm a failure. I'm--

ahh! I'm goin' after them.

It's so dark in here!

Fiev?

Fievel? Yoo-hoo.

Yoo-hoo-hoo. Tony?

Maybe I can see 'em from there.

Ahh!

Maybe-- maybe we oughta go back.

Yeah. Tiger's probably getting worried about us, huh?

That too.

Uh-oh.

What's that?

Fievel! - Help! I'm stuck!

We're dead, right?

Uh, I don't think so.

Hey, my body's numb,

and I'm staring into a tunnel of light.

We are talking deceased here.

Tony, we fell into a hole underneath the tunnel.

The floor just gave way.

Oh, boy. Am I relieved.

What kind of place is this?

You got me, but from the smell,

I'd say something crawled in here and...

Died!

What was that?

It's-- eww!

It's got something in its paw.

What's it say? It's too dark.

I'll light a match.

Tony! Fievel! Where are you?

Ya-hoo!

Oh!

Giddyap! Hyah!

Are you sure this is the place?

"Absotively."

I helped this guy, Dr. Dithering, move some stuff last month.

He's real smart.

Ah, my, yes. Young, uh, young--

Tony. Tony toponi.

Yes, of course. Do-- do come in.

I just-- a little snug in the--

so... what brings you here?

Uh, see, my pals and me,

well, we got a question maybe you could answer.

Fine! Always glad to encourage young minds and all that.

Great! So... you know that subway tunnel you told me about?

You said you discovered it.

I didn't say I didn't have help.

You didn't go in there, did you?

I told 'em not to. Honest I did.

Ah, put a lid on it, will ya?

Honest. Nothin' happened.

Oh, oh-- careful. - Ah!

Oh! Delicate, you know. Sorry.

Anyway, we was walkin' in the tunnel,

mindin' our own business--

then a train came, and my coat got caught,

and we fell down a hole and we saw this skeleton.

Oh, my.

Nothing happened, you say?

Well, nothin' permanent, anyway.

Philly, show him the map. Hmm?

Map?

Hmm. Scuttlebutt?

What?

What are you doing in there? - I'm... cataloging. Yeah.

That's it. I'm keepin' your files up to date. - Ah, good lad.

Now, I need you to bring over the large magnifier.

Oh, yes. The large magnifier.

It's what I live for. Shovin' around half a ton o' glass.

Who's the ray of sunshine?

My assistant scuttlebutt. Odd chap, really.

Always poking about, wondering what I'm up to.

The large magnifier, like you asked.

Excellent. Hold this, will you?

Right. But I won't enjoy it.

Hmm.

Ah! This is an artifact from the former indigenous population.