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

There was a female voice calling for someone.

Then there came a large mouse man, who was the one and only Papa Mousekewitz, especially in this size.

However, the neighbors didn't seem to agree and started to throw vegetables at the mouse girl.

"Daddy," Tanya complained, "they're throwing fruits and vegetables at me again!"

"Keep singing," Papa introduced their guests to the family, "perhaps they'll have fruit for dessert."

Then a tomato was thrown right into their window and splatted on their wall.

Mama came to it and scraped some of the residue off onto a plate. "Another night without cheese…" she muttered to herself.

"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."

Fievel complained about washing his hands.

"I thought facts would be better in America," Papa sighed, "in Russia, my violins were famous.  At least, we never went hungry."

"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.....people will come from miles around."

"Yes, to eat," Fievel joked and laughed out loud and long.

"Mum," Tanya complained.

"Fievel," Mama said.

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 by.

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, Daddy," Fievel said, "I don't care."

"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.

Papa felt better once he hugged his family. "How truly blessed I am to have such good children…" he grinned to them, "perhaps facts will get better."

The family hugged and heard something outside.

"Tiger," Fievel wondered, he came to the window and looked out, "Tiger!"

But just as he did so, an alarm was rung outside to alert all of the mice in the area. The mice now had to flee off before any of the cats could get them.

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 mousling live in fear like this.

Tiger saw the mice fleeing off, he looked very hesitant and concerned for them, being best friends with the rodent species either fashion.

There was a brown cat in a red cloak with a hat and monocle, but he was accompanied with a large spider.

"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 off again.

Fievel took his blue hat off and changed it into a cowboy hat where he could make his fantasies of the Wild West come to life.

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 his life while the others were knocked out of their home in the rain.

The cat saw the mother and two daughters alone and decided to go after him. 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!"

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 him now.

The cat hissed and came for them, leaving the rest of the Mousekewitz family alone. "I don't care what the boss says, this rat is lunch!"

Fievel looked overwhelmed suddenly as the cat came toward him.

"Run, run, Fievel," Mama warned him as she ran with Tanya, carrying her crying baby.

Fievel was very afraid, he even started to weep, fearing for his 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, Fievel," he warned the young mouse to get out while he yet could.

The cat sorted himself out and started to chase after him. Fievel ran off, but decided to teach the cat a lesson later on. Then he ended up in a can and started to roll down the street.

"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 with his family.

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.

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.

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.

"Let's go on that journey again," Fievel chirped, very emotionally.

"Where did I get a son like that," Mama sighed.

"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."

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."

"That's a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rumpot," Fievel 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.

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…"

"Well, please," said Fievel, "allow me to introduce you to the Company."

"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.

"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!"

It was now official.

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.

A newlywed mouse couple even moved into a shoe together. 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.

"Daddy, run, run," 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."

Soon, the family settled into an open gas tank, which gave them a small puddle of water from the barrel.

"Then that's what we left New York for," Mama mocked her husband at first, but then looked mournful again, "this is what we lost Fievel for."

"Mummy, Fievel will come," Papa encouraged her with a grin, "he's a Mousekewitz!  If we work hard, Green River will be everything we dream of.  Water, for example...in days, it will be a beautiful waterfall."

However, the water stopped dropping and the ground swiftly dried up.

The cats and spider even came to see them. The Mousekewitz family stayed close together in case something bad might happen to 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 dog 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.

The brown cat, who was named Cat R. Waul, then returned Baby Yasha back to her family as she cooed and giggled in response.

The mice were going to have to get used to living among cats, but it actually seemed worth it.

Meanwhile, Fievel was walking alongside the railroad tracks as the sun was baking him alive. He was muttering about needing water and he had been out in the sun so long with no water, this led to a hallucination.

Fievel kept moving closer and closer, unfortunately for him, he was about to run into a cactus field.

It was too late since Fievel giggled and hugged the prickly plants, but once he got jabbed, he jumped high in the air in pain.

Fievel came back down and winced as he was in pain now.

A little while later, there was a call heard for Fievel that sounded familiar.

Fievel did not want to give up, but he eventually tired himself out.

Fievel walked, passing the obviously real Tiger, but yet didn't want to believe it. "Hi, Mirage Tiger...."

"Hi, Mirage Fievel...." Tiger weakly greeted back as he went off to the separate direction.

Fievel was getting very dizzy from dehydration.

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 him.

Then the young mouse swiftly got back to his feet and tried to outrun the bird.

Fievel let out a loud, anguished shriek as he kept running. Then the bird swooped down and caught Fievel in its talons and flew off with him.

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. The bird got Fievel back together and flew off with him, rising him high up in the air and left to take him to its nest.

Suddenly, there were randomly colorful fireworks.

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. It eventually clucked like a chicken and didn't seem as threatening as a popcorn ball hit it and it dropped Fievel right in the middle of a banquet.

"Water," Fievel realized what he landed in and slurped some of it.

Then Fievel drank some of the water since he had been walking all day through the desert. Unfortunately and unintentionally, he was caught in the bowl and was rushed down from the water into someone's hungry mouth.

"Oh, dear…" Fievel wheezed, "I'm in a mouth!"

Fievel shrieked and clung onto the uvula of the mouth.

"Oh, I hope he doesn't throw up…" Fievel moaned, "get me out of here!"

"Who said that," the voice asked.

"ME," Fievel yelled.

"Me," the voice was confused.

"SAY 'AAHHHH'," Fievel called before he could fall down the throat and be digested.

"Aahhhh...."

He was suddenly on a tongue and he saw someone very familiar. "Tiger!"

"Fievel," Tiger grinned to him, knowing why he couldn't eat just then.

Fievel hugged his cat's best friend. "I thought I'd never see you again!  We were waiting for you at the train station."

"Oh, believe me, believe me," Tiger explained, "I tried to get there, but I made every step of the road."

"Oh, Tiger, you're my best friend.  C'mon," Fievel jumped up, "let's go to Green River!"

The mouse chief came with his strongest mice and they carried a roasted turkey.

"Um…uh…listen, Fievel," Tiger bent down, setting the young mouse on the ground, "I think I forgot to mention something.  The only reason I'm not a moccasin right now is because they think I'm a god, and this conversation makes me look very godless."

"Tiger, listen to me, I must warn my family," 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," Fievel asked.

"I promise," Tiger vowed, "cross my heart and hope to weep," before wiping his eyes with his bushy tail.

"Oh, Tiger, I almost forgot," Fievel said, "how do we get to the Green River?"

"Just catch a passing stagecoach," Tiger brought a tumbleweed for him to climb into and travel that fashion.

"Alright, see you later, Tiger, farewell," Fievel called as he was going in the tumbleweed.

"Stagecoach, understand," Tiger chuckled and waved to him as he traveled to get back to where Fievel was, "ah, never mind..."

He ended up outside an office with a sleeping dog, which wore a cowboy hat over his eyes.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dog," Fievel called to the elder dog, "I was wondering if you could help me!"

"What," the elder dog mumbled, slowly awakening before going right back to sleep due to being old, "oh, another tumbleweed's asking me for help…oh, dear, not again..." before covering his eyes with his ears.

The dog went right back to sleep, incidentally letting out a burp that blew Fievel off.

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.

He wandered around and as two male mice were carrying a see-through piece of glass, he saw the Mousekewitz family.

"Mummy, Dad, Tanya," Fievel rushed over to his family.

Fievel happily reunited with his family, which made him stop his 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.

"Oh, Fievel, what just happened to you," Tanya giggled.

"Well, I got lost in this desert, and this GIANT hawk picked me up and fell right in the Mohican village where Tiger is a god," Fievel explained, "and Papa, I have to warn you.  The cats.  They'll build this giant mousetrap and they'll turn us into rat burgers."

Papa chuckled to this, thinking that they were out in the desert too long and it was just an overative imagination.

A cat dressed like a cowboy grinned to the mice and helped them, acting friendly.

Fievel looked at the one cowboy cat as he stumbled into the saloon. With that said, they both came into the saloon and it was crawling with ants.

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 looked slightly panicked.

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.

After a few moments, Cat R. Waul eventually came back down. "People, yech!  So shiny and blah!"

Fievel looked curious and confused.

"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, "if it's not my little friend from the train?"

"Cat R. Waul!  I heard what you said about the rat burgers and I'll warn everyone.  I'll get Wylie Burp, because he's the law," Fievel added in bravery.

Cat R. Waul just laughed at the young mouse with his fellow cats. "The picturesque historical figure," he mocked the young mouse he held hostage before he was going to eat him all alive, "but quite simply, clam, I'm the law here and you're just an appetizer."

However, before anything could happen, Cat R. Waul heard distant singing which bounced his ears in delight.

Cat R. Waul dropped the mouse. Then he took his chance to run off, but he got trapped into a bottle and Chula was death-staring him all, looking like he wanted to eat him 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."

Cat R. Waul and Miss Kitty got into an argument before they settled it and the male cat took his leave.

"Don't worry, mousey," Miss Kitty grinned to the young female mouse, "you're safe now."

"Then you really aren't harsh and mean as if you acted," Tanya asked.

"Who, me," Miss Kitty grinned to her 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 her no harm, "well, what's your name?"

"Tanya," the young female Russian mouse gave her name, "Tanya Mousekewitz."

"And you want to be a great singer," 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!"

Tanya suddenly shook and looked concerned.

"What's this," Miss Kitty noticed, "you're shaking like a rattlesnake's tail."

"I'm a little afraid....." Tanya lamented, "I've never sung in front of a real audience before."

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 in her paws and gently set her down by her mirror on the 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."

Tanya looked to her reflection and where she saw herself in a beautiful dress.

"C'mon, darling," Miss Kitty encouraged, "give me a grin."

The mouse girl turned back and gave a very small and barely visible grin.

"Oh, dear, oh, dear," Miss Kitty disapproved, "darling, you can do better than that…think of something really nice."

The girl imagined herself in a showgirl dress, which made her very happy.

"Now I want you to reach deep down and find the most beautiful thought in your heart," Miss Kitty trained.

The girl took her words into good use and yet imagined while Miss Kitty applied make-up on her. And where it seemed to work. Tanya enjoyed the makeover, yet she allowed Miss Kitty to doll her up as well.

"Oh, beautiful," Miss Kitty grinned to her, "tonight, Tanya, forget you're in this cow pie hole-of-an-olive pit town.  You're with your guy at the Pizza Hut Children's Club.  You're on the stage, and she has a front row.  Then you sing your heart out just for him."

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, "I forgot why I went.  So much regret," she brightened up and looked at the mirror for the young female mouse, "well, do you like yourself?"

"I look like a real lady," Tanya agreed.

"Remember, the real lady is what's under the mask," Miss Kitty advised as she sprayed perfume, "now go and murder him," she carried the young female mouse in her paw as the male cats in the saloon were hassling each other and having fun of their own.

There were bottles thrown, but luckily, Miss Kitty dodged them as she carried her new showgirl.

"Oh, dear, oh, dear," Chula said as he carried the bottle that held 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.

"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 diva: Miss Tanya!"

The cats clapped and laughed, eagerly awaiting their presentation.

"I-I 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 him so hard that their meow'll fall off."

Then Miss Kitty wished her a farewell and went to the side and let her show the cats what she was made up. The cats were heckling the mouse so far. The female young mouse tried to sing, but she was being rudely booed offstage until she hit a high note. The high note broke the glass bottle that held Fievel hostage and it also amazed the cowboy cats. Then the piano player played a tune and Tanya could now sing with high self-esteem and confidence.

"Come back, mouse," Chula called after his prey, "you wouldn't want me to miss my dinner, would you," he tried to spit a web at him, but it ended up in his eyes, "I'm blind!"

"Help, Tanya," Fievel called.

Tanya just tuned him out and kept singing.

Fievel even caught hold of a rope as the young mouse girl just kept singing and focused on her most inner desire. Chula swung after him to capture him.

A mirror broke into shards on the stage which hit the platform, but did not harm Tanya as she sang her song for the patrons.

Chula chased after him and he snarled at Fievel before starting to tackle him, which was a rather dumb move. Because now, the spider was going to feel an entire lot of pain.

This caused for the villainous spider to get frightened and began to run for his life. Fievel saw this and laughed at Chula as he escaped from his misfortune.

The cats jeered for their entertainment. Then Fievel rushed to the stage to warn the girl. Fievel had caught Miss Kitty's perfume scent in his hat to give to Tiger later as he ran.

Tanya curtsied after her performance and she felt like she was making her dreams come true.

"Tanya, let's get out of here," Fievel shivered.

"I have to stay," Tanya ignored her younger brother, "but my audience needs me."

"I can't leave you here," Fievel warned, "it's dangerous!"

Tanya took out a notepad and wrote on it, but she signed it before handing it over and then the young mouse girl went to her dressing room. The cats were throwing treasures and trinkets for the showgirl.

"Thank you for your....adoration....Tanya…" Fievel sighed as he read the note aloud.

It was now late and it felt like Fievel was on his own about this entire rat burger mess.

"What's the matter, son," 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.

Fievel came over in emotion. "Where?"

"The old dog's right under your whiskers, boy," the dog grinned sleepily as something golden glowed underneath his droopy ears, "read the badge, son."

"We need you, Wylie Burp," Fievel 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, son.  I'm this far over the hill, I'm at the bottom of the other side.  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."

"I don't know any dogs......" Fievel pouted, but remembered something he heard before he came way out west, "but I do know a god."

He 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!"

"But we're going to Green River," Fievel said.

"Oh.  Look…look, you're going to Green River, I'll stay here," Tiger got comfortable again, "then do my...you know, greetings to everyone."

Fievel took off his hat and allowed Miss Kitty's perfume to waft into Tiger's face.

"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!"

"A dog," Tiger jumped back.

"Tiger, anyone can be a god, but it takes grit to be a dog," Fievel encouraged his best friend.

Then they went to see Wylie Burp again and the sun was slowly coming up.

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 back, "I'm a god!"

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.

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.

"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, "a self-respecting dog doesn't fetch anything unless he's fine and feeling good," RJ 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!"

"Whoa," Tiger jumped back, a little afraid and surprised from that.

Then Tiger gave the lazy eye a try for himself.

They moved on to a high height.

"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!  That's against my grain," Tiger shuddered.

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.

Then they were taken to a horse stable and Tiger was now doing warm-ups to exercise himself to take on the cats.

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.

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.

Tiger even karate-chopped the hat off and ran over with a pitchfork, stabbing the dummy and making it fly up with feathers.

Wylie and Fievel shook their heads. That was rather over the top.

Tiger was now using a slingshot with great ease and put it away in his new belt like a professional cowboy.

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.

Wylie gave a look to the new and improved Tiger. "Ten-hut," he moved Tiger's muzzle, stretched out his ears and made them floppy and gave Tiger a collar that read "Fido" on it.

Fievel 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 rat burger plan.

They all trudged out through the sand like true cowboys to make it to the evil cats and stop them. Fievel had to take more steps since Wylie and Tiger were many bigger than them and they needed to catch up.

Miss Kitty was sitting up high with 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.

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.

The mice cheered, fully unaware and oblivious to what was going to happen on them.

The ribbon was almost cut. Tiger shot his slingshot, which knocked the scissors out of Cat R. Waul's paws just in time.

"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 and Tiger.

A cat was on a corner and about to fling his own slingshot down to the good 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.

Tiger remembered his training as the cats fought back and he had greatly improved.

Tiger shot the slingshot ammo against a frying pan and a cowbell, which reflected off and hit two other cats.

"Ooh," Miss Kitty felt the same fashion, not recognizing her ex-boyfriend, "who's with Wylie Burp?  He has something!"

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?"

"It's too hard, boy," Wylie advised, "get out while you yet can."

Tiger agreed to that. "Well, it smells too bad!"

"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!"

"This is a huge mousetrap," Miss Kitty gasped, "they want to crush the mice!"

Then Tanya rushed in to save the horses.

"NOW," Cat R. Waul warned the genius cat.

The cat smirked, about to cut the red ribbon. Then Tanya stepped in and started to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" on top of the mousetrap to make Cat R. Waul call off the mousetrap plan since she was in love with her singing voice.

"STOP," Cat R. Waul called to the genius cat, "you'll murder the diva!"

The mice gasped in despair after realizing they were on a mousetrap and they scattered off together.

"Freeze, you poor pests," Cat R. Waul growled before trying to shoot at the mice as they ran off.

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," 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.

"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. Tiger suddenly became stronger due to the fact for Miss Kitty and started to clobber the enemy cats.

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.

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. The roof gave out and Miss Kitty shrieked as she fell. Tiger stepped in and carried her in his arms.

"Ohh…" Miss Kitty gave a charming grin to her hero.

"Alright, Wylie," Tiger smirked to the evil cats.

"Let him 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.

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.

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.

Then Tanya realized she yet had her make-up on as she was washing her make-up off and thought she was beautiful just the fashion she was.

"Now it's time for music," Papa announced before playing a square dance tune, "let's celebrate!"

Tanya took her brother's paws and started to dance with him. Fievel rubbed his eyes, 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.