Rayman Legends Adventures in An American Tail/Script

It was a cold and dark winter day in ancient Shostka, Russia. A snowstorm came down from the heavens as wind blew across the land. Snow and hail came flowing downwards, but despite this storm, there was a time of celebration in one of the local villages. It was the holiday of Hanukkah and in one of the many houses, a family was celebrating inside, having a great time together. This was the Mouskewitz family, but while and the other human families were enjoying themselves, they weren't the only ones. Far below them, in their own tiny house, was another family celebrating the holiday. This was a mouse family; the Mousekewitzes. This mouse family consisted of the mother, Mama Mousekewitz, the father, Papa Mousekewitz and their young children; eldest daughter Tanya, baby sister Yasha, and eventually, their son, Fievel Mousekewitz. The spirit of the holiday was making the children very emotional and enthusiastic, along with the violin music that Papa was playing to them. "Tanya, Fievel, are you going to stop this spinning, spinning," asked Mama as she tended to Yasha, only to be ignored, "uh, no, no more.  It's time to go to bed, c'mon."

"But Mum, it's Hanukkah," said Papa, also in the happy mood.

"For you, every night is Hanukkah," replied Mama as Papa played his violin, chuckling over his wife's words, "Dad, enough already.  They'll never sleep."

"OK," said Papa as he put his violin away, "that's it."

"Gifts," asked Fievel curiously, "how about gifts?"

"Gifts," asked Papa, surprised, "what gifts?"

Fievel and Tanya's moods started to sink, for it seemed Papa forgot about holiday presents for them, but Mama knew something was up. "Dad," scolded Mama.

Papa suddenly started laughing, revealing his shocked mood to be a facade. "Just a joke," he said as he approached Tanya, "for Tanya, a new babushka.  Happy Hanukkah."

Papa gave his daughter the babushka and she loved it. She looked herself in a mirror and found the gift a perfect addition to her look. "Oh, Dad, thank you," she said happily.

"You have only one gift," asked Mama.

"Thank you, Mum."

With Tanya's gift given, Papa turned to Fievel. "And for you, Fievel," he said before taking off his blue hat, "a new hat.  And not just any hat; a new hat that has been in the family for three generation.  It was mine, my father and my father's father, and now it belongs to you."

Papa let go of the hat and it landed right on the happy Fievel's head. "Happy Hanukkah," said Papa.

Shortly after the hat landed on the boy's head though, it plopped over his eyes. "It's too big," said Fievel as he put it back over his head.

"You'll grow up," said Mama as she tucked Yasha into bed.

Papa chuckled in agreement before he started to speak about something else. "Did I ever warn you about the Giant Mouse of Minsk?"

"No," said Tanya as she sat below her father, willing to know about he was speaking about.

"No," added Fievel, also curious, before he sat next to Tanya to hear about it.

"Was it something like the long-haired mouse that the prince climbed up," asked Tanya.

"Hehehehe, no," chuckled Papa before doing some hand shadow tricks, presenting what he was referring to, "this mouse, the Mouse of Minsk was tall as a tree, his tail…was a mile longer."

"Really," asked Fievel, intrigued.

"Really," replied Papa, "he was so fat, he scared all the cats......"

"Csendes," scolded Mama, "don't say that word.  Speak about something else."

Despite Mama's suggestion of speaking about something else, Fievel and Tanya already had a feeling of Papa's tale. "America," said Tanya.

"Another fairytale," said Mama, brushing off the story as fiction.

"America," said Papa, "what a place."

"What a place," said Fievel and Tanya simultaneously, willing to know more.

"In America, there are mouse holes in every wall."

"Who says," asked the skeptical Mama.

"Everyone," the trio replied.

"In America, there are bread crumbs on every floor," said Papa.

"You speak about nonsense," said Mama again.

"In America, you can say whatever you want," said Papa before getting down to one very reluctant detail, "but the most reluctant," before kneeling down to the children and whispering, "and that I know in America, there aren't...cats."

Mama yet heard her husband's words. "Hush, they'll hear you," said Mama.

"How can they hear us," asked Papa.

Suddenly, everything around the family started to shake, slowly getting more and more intense within seconds. This took everyone by surprise, and Yasha started crying. "That's it, you see," complained Mama to Papa.

Outside, the source of the shaking was being caused by a group of people riding into town on horseback, but these were not fellow village members celebrating the holiday. These were Cossacks, and they were carrying torches and guns, ready to attack the innocent villagers. "THE COSSACKS," cried one of the villagers as the villagers shrieked and fled for shelter, "IT'S THE COSSACKS!!"

Gunshots fired all around the place as the Cossacks attacked the villagers. Some villagers got hit by the gunshots and collapsed onto the snowy ground while others fled in an attempt to get away. Inside the Mousekewitz household, Fievel and Tanya latched themselves onto Papa in fright. Some Cossacks threw their torches to the houses, scaring the people inside to rush out, straight into the chaos. This horrific attack was also scaring the mice families that lived under the houses. They fled their households, trying to escape, as the Cossacks proceeded deeper into the village. But while the Cossacks attacked the humans, there was another sinister threat that came out to attack the mice. Behind the trail of horses came numerous cats, and they charged towards the mouse families. The mice, terrified of the invading felines, fled the other road, leaving their supplies behind. Like the Cossack's attack on the villagers, these cats had vicious intentions for the mice. With saliva dripping from their mouths, they looked upon the panicking mice before charging towards them. One group of mice looked in horror upon seeing the invaders before fleeing the separate direction, narrowly dodging one of the cats' mouths. One mouse drove a wheelbarrow off from the chaos, only to come face-to-face with another hungry cat. Inside the Mousekewitz house, the chaos were scaring everyone, but Fievel had a plan. "Don't cry, Yasha," said Fievel as he caught a frying pan and spoon and ran outside, "I'll frighten them off."

"FIEVEL, YOU'LL BE HURT," cried Papa, not letting his son get murdered.

But Fievel didn't listen to his father and rushed out of the house. With his frying pan and spoon at his disposal, he banged them together to in an attempt to scare the intruders off from their neighborhood. Outside, the cats were yet attacking the innocent mice, with one cat almost chomping on one family, only to strike a violin and a whole family of mice trying to flee the village. "GO AWAY," shouts Fievel as he bangs the frying pan, "GO AWAY!!"

After a brief moment of banging his frying pan, it seemed there weren't any cats nearby, but Fievel could warn that there were yet some nearby. "GO AWAY, CATS!!  GO AWAY," he shouts as he runs towards the chaos.

But as soon as he got himself in the midst of the attacks, his bravery shattered in an instant as some cats started going after him. Shrieking for his life, he ran back the road he came, with one cat in hot pursuit. Fievel dove into a pile of snow, with the cat close behind and the two were sent sliding through the snow. Fievel managed to get through a chair, leaving the large cat behind him to get his head stuck in the chair like a stockade. As for Fievel, he smashed into a boot, dizzy. The cat stuck in the chair viciously tried getting himself free as another cat charged towards Fievel. Fievel swiftly ran back into the trail of snow he went through, taking his hat with him, as the cat dove in after him. The other cat that was stuck, eventually freed himself and dove in after Fievel as well. Fievel was now outside the snowy pile, but he was now riding on the snow that was being pushed by the cat behind him. He saw the other cat plowing toward him like a train and saw that he was in serious danger. "WHOA," he exclaimed, "what the…AAHHHH!!!!"

The two cats collided head-on with each other. Fievel managed to dodge their collision and was now on top of them. Not wasting another second, Fievel climbed up an overhead rope attached to a hanging teapot and hid himself inside. The two hungry cats caught the teapot and opened it up, trying to find the little mouse. Unbeknownst to them, Fievel had hid himself in the lid. One of the cats looked in the lid, but Fievel swiftly scurried outside of it, dodging the cats' point of view. Having missed Fievel, the cat tossed the lid aside before looking into the teapot once again to find him. The lid landed near one of the destroyed houses as the cats eventually ran away, having caused enough damage in the neighborhood. Dizzy, but alive, Fievel pushed the lid aside as the rest of the family met up with him. "Fievel," shivered the concerned Mama, "angel, are you alright?"

"Yes, Mum," replied the yet dizzy Fievel.

"Then don't ever do that AGAIN," scolded Mama, furious that her son rushed into jeopardy.

Fievel nodded no, agreeing not to do something reckless like that again. But while Fievel was yet alive, the damage had already been done. "Mum, look," said Tanya as she looked upon the destruction left behind during the attack.

The family gathered to observe alongside her, and to their horror, their house did not survive the chaos. On fire, everything inside the house was destroyed, leaving the Mousekewitz family homeless. "In America.....there aren't...cats," said Papa mournfully as they watched the fire eat off their house, along with the many others left in the wake of this devastating attack.

Under the cloudy heavens of what was a day in in Ancient Hamburg, Germany, a group of people were lined up on one of the docks right next to the Atlantic Ocean. They were getting on a tramp steamer boat in ready for a trip out to sea. While these people were getting themselves ready, another group of travelers were also boarding the boat. On one of the ropes tying the ship to the dock, a band of mice played a fanfare with their instruments as more mice marched onboard. Among these mice was the Mousekewitz family. Having escaped the wreckage of their destroyed neighborhood in Shostka, they were on their road to a new home, once they hoped would prohibit sanctuary from the cats. Fievel marched with them, holding Papa's tail, but suddenly, he stopped and looked into the water below them. His action caused the line of mice behind him to stop and smash into each other. "Look, Dad.  The water," he said with curiosity, "is that the ocean?"

"Yes," replied Dad, unwilling to hold up a line, "keep walking."

The band resumed their fanfare as Fievel started walking up the rope again. It didn't take long however for the young mouse to notice something else that made him stop again. "Look, Dad," he said as he pointed towards one of the boat funnels, which was giving off smoke, "is the smoke on fire?"

"No, no, keep walking," replied Papa, getting a little annoyed.

The band once again resumed the fanfare, but they were getting annoyed with what was going on. Fievel started walking again, but noticed something else that made him stop. He was looking at two seagulls, who were watching the activity from nearby. "Look, Dad," he said, "birds!  Are they seagulls?"

"KEEP WALKING," said the two seagulls simultaneously.

Papa took Fievel and put him right in front of him. "Keep walking," he said.

"KEEP WALKING," exclaimed the other mice behind him.

Once again, Fievel resumed walking with the other mice as the fanfare played again. "I just wanted to see," said Fievel as they got closer to the boat.

"Fievel, this is the last time I'm taking you to America," said Papa as they eventually got onboard.

"Farewell," said Fievel as he waved a farewell to the land behind them.

As the Mousekewitz family got onboard, and with that said, a whistle on top of the ship blew out smoke, signifying the start of the voyage. Bells rang out as some mice who weren't going on this voyage, waved a farewell to the ship as it started to leave.

"AU REVOIR!!"

"ADIOS!!"

"ARRIVEDERCI!!"

Some of the seagulls also waved a farewell to the vessel as it started to disappear from view. "AUF WIEDERSEHEN," one of them shouts to the boat.

"You know, I have a cousin in America," said his partner.

"Ah, you and everyone else," said the other seagull after spitting.

"What?"

The birds had a jolly laugh together as the boat disappeared over the horizon, starting the long journey toward America, where the mice would hope that there were no cats.

Later that night, the ship had traveled a far distance from Europe and was continuing its voyage to America. Sailing over the calm waters of the Atlantic Ocean, the voyage was going swimmingly, but for the occupants onboard, their minds were focused on other facts. Onboard, a number of immigrants slept, while some sat in different spots, trying to recover from whatever problems they dealt with back where they came from, trying to keep warm, or hoping that America would prohibit a good sanctuary for them. In a mouse hole nearby, the immigrant mice were doing the same fact. Many of the mice were silent and reminiscing over what they lost in the cat attacks. The Mousekewitz family sat alongside them. Mama tended to Yasha while Papa played his violin for Fievel and Tanya. "Are we there yet," asked Fievel.

"Not yet," replied Papa, "soon."

"How soon," asked Fievel, a little impatient.

"Soon," replied Mama.

"Perhaps we should've stayed in Russia," said Tanya, feeling a little down.

"We'll be alright," said Papa reassuringly, "as long as we're together, we'll be alright."

Papa resumed playing his violin while Fievel sighed, bummed that they weren't in America yet.

Later in the day, as the boat continued its silent trip, little activity remained onboard. In one area, one immigrant walked towards a watery barrel and pulled out something. It was a small fish. Fievel appeared on the barrel, only a few feet away. Curious about his surroundings, he looked down into one of the water barrels as the core of an apple fell into it and sank to the bottom. Inside the barrel, a number of fish swam by it. Fievel looked upon this activity before Papa appeared on the scene as well. "Ah, well, Mr. Curious George," he said, "you've discovered the herring."

"Herring," asked Fievel, "I thought they were fish."

Papa chuckled over Fievel's words before saying, "but Fievel, herring are fish."

"Really?"

"Certainly," said Papa, "there are all kinds of fish in the ocean, and herring is one of them."

"Of all kinds," asked Fievel.

"Yes," said Papa, "small fish, not so small fish, big fish like this ship."

"Really," asked Fievel, "let's go up to see the fish!"

Papa chuckled over Fievel's enthusiasm, but knew that he shouldn't be out here for long. "Not now.  Your mum is concerned," said Papa before seeing Fievel run off elsewhere, "come back, Fievel."

Back with the other immigrant mice, they remained sitting in their places, waiting to arrive in America, though it was yet a long roads away. "Oh, what am I going to do with you," a mother mouse scolded her wandering daughter, "you stay closer to home.  Don't run away again."

Nearby, Fievel appeared before Mama, who was tending to Yasha again. "Mum," he said emotionally.

"Ah, then we go back, huh," asked Mama humorously.

"We saw some fish," said Fievel.

"Fish," asked Mama as Fievel climbed up to her, "lucky you haven't seen some cats."

Suddenly, all the mice stopped what they were doing upon hearing Mama mention cats. "CHATS," exclaimed a mouse.

"GATOS," asked another mouse.

"GATTI," excalimed another family.

"KATZEN," everyone exclaimed simultaneously as Papa appeared, having eventually caught up with Fievel.

"I didn't see any cats," said Fievel, not hesitant in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed with relief. "Wouldn't it be nice to get to America, where we won't have to worry about cats anymore," Papa asked his fellow mice, "there are no cats in America," before getting serious and reminiscing about times of old back in Russia, "but back home in Mother Nature."

Papa: Our family was traveling through the snow of Minsk

Suddenly, Papa saw these huge footprints

If I heard him shrieking, I fainted dead away

And I woke up an orphan, oi vey

Everyone gasped upon hearing this, instantly feeling sympathy for the father mouse, but Papa had something else to say. "But…"

"BUT…"

All the mice: BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!

AND THE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH CHEESE!!

BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!!!

THEN SET YOUR MIND AT EASE!!!!

While the mice danced and sang, Mrs. Brisby stayed silent, listening to her song, but feeling uneasy.

"But the horrible thing that exists in my homeland," an Italian mouse spoke to his fellow mice, "if you think pigs were bad in Russia, you should see pigs in my country!"

Italian Mouse: The times were hard in Italy, we had no provolone

The Don, he was a tabby, with a taste for my brother Tony

As Mum went to plead for him, the Don said he would see her

We found her rotiserrie on the ground…my poor heavens!

Some of the other mice fainted in shock over hearing this story, but like Papa before him, the Italian mouse's mood changed in an instant.

Italian Mouse: But…

All the mice: BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!

AND THE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH CHEESE!!

BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!!!

THEN SET YOUR MIND AT EASE!!!!

The mice continued their song and stories. "Surely that's mournful, but tearfully yet," said an Irish mouse.

Irish Mouse: If I was but a lad, I lost my true love fair

A calico, he caught us by surprise......in a flash of teeth and fur

Her tail was all he left for her, underneath the heather

Is where it turra-lurra lies

"But…" the Irish mouse said, changing his mood as well.

All the mice: BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!

AND THE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH CHEESE!!

BUT THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!!!

THEN SET YOUR MIND AT EASE!!!!

OH, THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICA!!!!!

OH, THERE ARE NO CATS IN AMERICAAHHHH!!!!

THAT IS WHY...WE SAIL…THESE SEEEEEEEAAAS!!!

As the song roared to its conclusion, a window swiftly closed.

Later that night, a hurricane drizzled down on the ship. Lightning flashed in the heavens as the rain came down hard. Some areas of the ship had water from the ocean flowing around, leaving the immigrants cold and wet. In the mouse hole, two mice played a game of checkers as the boat rocked back and forth with the ocean inside. In a teacup nearby, a trio of young mice hung on, getting nauseous from the rocking of the boat. They rode the cup as it stopped near another young mouse, who was munching on a piece of cheese. "Hi, guys," he said, "do you want a bite?"

Already sick to their stomachs and not really hungry, the trio gagged as they tried hanging in there, before eventually fainting. As for the human immigrants, they were attempting to keep warm as well. As one human opened up a boiler, a little ember rolled out and rolled towards the Mousekewitz family. They also didn't like where this voyage was going and were in serious discouragement. "Oh, it's the end of the world," said Mama as she tended to Yasha.

"No, it's worse," said Papa as two mice rolled their ember away for themselves, only for the ember to roll away from them as well.

"Don't give up hope," said Martin, "we'll reach America and this'll all just be a memory."

The ember rolled off towards a different section of the boat, giving one human some big scratches after he incidentally slashed on it. Not far away, Fievel was also trying to keep himself warm with his embers. He kept his bottom near one ember, but the ship rocked in his direction, causing the ember roll into him and make him yelp. The waving water swept him up and carried him to and from the sides of the ship. He caught hold of a tiny brick of soap, surrounded by a bubble as the water swept him toward his family. "Fievel," said Papa, "Fievel, come sit here."

"Yes, Dad."

But before Fievel could join his family, the water gently swept him off from the family, taking him to a different room. "Fievel," asked Papa as he noticed his sudden disappearance.

"Now where did he go," asked Teresa.

But with the water swaying back and forth in the ship, Fievel rode on his bar of soap as it was carried by the water to different parts of the ship. He gasped upon seeing that it was going to some kitchen utensils and cleaning items, one of which was a sharp knife that headed straight for Fievel's direction. It hit the soap, but Fievel didn't get hit. He narrowly got out of the road as the knife cut off a tiny piece of the soap, before suddenly getting swept down one direction. He smashed into the water barrel and was swept right onto it. The doorway leading to outside was banging with the hurricane wind as more water started flowing inside. Lightning flashed as Fievel got on the stairway and proceeded upwards toward the exit, but as soon as he did this, a huge wave of water came rolling in. He took shelter underneath the stairs as two fish were swept into the boat, flopping around wildly. He looked upon the flopping fish before turning back to the doorway again. "Fish," he said.

"Fievel," called Papa from nearby, "Fievel!"

Hearing his father's voice, but turning back to the doorway, Fievel smirked before taking his hat. "Fievel," called Papa again.

"I'm going to get my hat, Daddy," said Fievel before tossing his hat towards the doorway like a frisbee.

The wind caught the hat and flew it outside as Fievel started going after it. "FIEVEL," cried Papa as he appeared below, with Martin and Teresa right behind him, "Fievel, come back!"

"My hat," exclaimed Fievel as he rushed outside.

"Please, wait," exclaimed Papa as he frantically tried rushing after him.

"Stay here, Teresa, I'll be right back," said Martin as he rushed after Fievel as well.

Teresa hung onto one of the railings as the water swayed around her feet, but with the intensity of the storm rising by the moment, she looked at Martin as he and Papa rushed after Fievel and felt intense concern growing inside her. Back with Fievel, he reached the doorway but upon looking outside, he saw the intense storm and was jaw-dropped. There was a lot of rain coming down hard, lightning flashing in the heavens, thunder booming threateningly and many fish flopping onboard. "FIEVEL, STOP," cried Papa, "STOP!!"

No longer curious, Fievel was ready to go back inside, but before he could muster, his hat blew outside, causing the boy to rush after it. As soon as he got it through, a wave smashed down on him and swept him off from the door. "DAD," cried Fievel as he coughed and hung onto a rope.

Suddenly, Martin appeared and caught hold of Fievel, shielding him from the cold and rain. "Hang on, kiddo," he said as he tried to get back to safety.

As he attempted to get Fievel back to safety, Papa appeared near the doorway and saw the storm coming down hard on them both. "FIEVEL," he exclaimed, "DON'T MOVE!!"

Seeing Papa nearby, Martin, holding Fievel's hand, attempted to get back to him, but with the slippery ground, that was not very easy. They tripped as they attempted to reach the father as he held onto a rope himself to avoid getting swept off. "DAD," cried Fievel.

"CATCH MY HAND," exclaimed Papa as he extended his hand outwards.

"DAD, HEEELLLPPP," cried Fievel, terrified.

"ALMOST THERE," cried Martin as he held onto Fievel while trying to reach for Papa.

"TAKE MY HAND," exclaimed Papa again before barely catching hold of Martin's hand.

But Papa's grip wasn't strong enough and Martin's hand slipped out. But as it seemed Martin and Fievel were done for, Teresa suddenly appeared and caught Martin's wrist while catching Papa's hand, preventing her friends from being swept off. "NOW I'VE GOT YOU," she cried, "DON'T LET GO!!"

"TERESA, WATCH OUT," exclaimed Martin upon seeing another big wave coming towards them.

Suddenly, the wave smashed on them all, separating Fievel and Martin from Teresa and Papa. "FIEVEL," cried Papa.

Fievel shrieked as he rode on one of the flopping fish as he and Martin were taken far from their loved ones. Papa and Teresa watched in horror as the two were being taken away by the violent waters. But while this was horrifying enough for them both, Teresa suddenly remembered what just happened if they were in the dinosaur realm, where Martin attempted to save her from Sharptooth's attack and the earthquake. Remembering how he fell into the underground during that mission, and seeing how he was likely to fall overboard here, Teresa gasped before swiftly rushing after the two. "WAIT, STOP," cried Papa, trying to prevent Teresa from rushing into the stormy waters as well, only to be ignored.

Back with Fievel and Martin, they were swept underwater and were almost flushed out of the boat, but Martin, with Fievel yet in his grasp, swam with all his might to outswim the intense current and get back above water. He managed to get out of the current and onto some floating objects that were being swept with the water as well. Jumping from item to item in a desperate attempt to get back to safety, Martin frantically searched for a possible means of getting away from the dangerous waters. After jumping on a tiny plank, he jumped onto a rope leading to the overhead watch post, only to get suddenly swept by another wave. But just as it seemed they were going to go overboard, Teresa appeared and swiftly caught Martin's hand while holding onto the overhead rope. The winds carried the rope back onto the ship as Maritn noticed Teresa attempting to climb further up the rope, only for her grip to slip a little. "TERESA," exclaimed Martin.

"I'M…NOT…LETTING GO...THIS…TIME," cried Teresa as she attempted to hang on.

But as it seemed the situation couldn't get any worse, Fievel spotted a huge wave coming right towards them and shrieked. This wave looked like some monster of sorts and it terrified Fievel out of his skin. The wave pounded the ship as Fievel, Martin and Teresa shrieked for their lives. "Fievel," cried Papa, attempting to get to his feet, "come back!"

But the huge wave kept pounding on the ship as Teresa attempted to hang on. Fievel coughed as he kept holding onto Martin. "DAD, HEEEELP," he shrieked.

Fievel, Martin and Teresa watched in full horror as the wave charged towards them at complete force. Fievel hid his face in Martin's chest as Teresa, unwilling to have them get hit, tried to fling them back onboard, but it was no use. The wave hit the ship once again, with Teresa taking a huge hit from the wave and causing her to lose her grip. The trio was sent flying overboard into the rough ocean below. Fievel and Martin shrieked before landing underwater with Teresa. "FIEVEL," shrieked Papa as he held onto his ropes, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "MARTIN!  TERESA!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the ocean. Back with the trio, Martin kept holding onto Fievel as he attempted to get to the surface. As he did though, he noticed Teresa, having been knocked unconscious by the wave, sinking into the dark sea below. Unwilling to let her drown, he swiftly dove after her and caught hold of her, but now he had two friends to get above water now, and this started to wear him out. He kicked his feet to get to the surface as fast as he could, but it was very hard doing so. Fievel tried kicking his feet in the water to get out, but even with that, they weren't getting to the surface fast. Out of options, but reluctant about letting go of Fievel, Martin flung him upwards, allowing him to take in air and cough out water. This allowed Martin to eventually break out the surface himself and get Teresa above water as well. But the damage had already been done. The three of them were overboard and the currents and winds were carrying them off from their loved ones. They attempted to stay above water as they were swept off by the raging stormy waters. "DAD," cried Fievel.

"GUYS," cried Martin as he watched the ship disappear from his view while holding onto Teresa, "NO!  ROCKO!!  ROCKO!!!  GUYS!!!!  COME BACK," he shrieked, only to see the ship disappear from behind the waves, "…don't go."