Cat R. Waul: [unimpressed by the opera singing mouse] Next. [pulls lever and opens a trap door on stage which the opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively appalling. I must have a voice to match the opulence of this salOON!
[Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the butt, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy, pussy! Oh, pussy!
[He wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula: I just love finding subversives! [Chula spits a spiderweb on Cat R. Waul's face, the same time Fievel gets his shirt caught on the needle of a record player] Hey, boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul: [pulls the spiderweb from his face] Someone who doesn't have very long to live. [Fievel tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices] Well, if it isn't my diminutive friend from the train.
Fievel: Cat R. Waul, I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp, 'cause he's the law.
Cat R. Waul: The Wylie Burp? [he and the saloon erupt in laughter] That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.
[Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the butt, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy, pussy! Oh, pussy!
[He wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula: I just love finding subversives! [Chula spits a spiderweb on Cat R. Waul's face, the same time Fievel gets his shirt caught on the needle of a record player] Hey, boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul: [pulls the spiderweb from his face] Someone who doesn't have very long to live. [Fievel tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices] Well, if it isn't my diminutive friend from the train.
Fievel: Cat R. Waul, I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp, 'cause he's the law.
Cat R. Waul: The Wylie Burp? [he and the saloon erupt in laughter] That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.
Cat R. Waul : [unimpressed by the opera singing mouse] Next. [pulls lever and opens a trap door on stage which the opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively appalling. I must have a voice to match the opulence of this sal OON!
[Fievel has scrambled up behind Cat R. Waul with a fork and stabbed him in the butt, making him jump out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at saloon : Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy, pussy! Oh, pussy!
[He wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
Cat R. Waul : Humans! Yeeuk! So shiny and... pleh! [to Chula] Right! I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula : I just love finding subversives! [Chula spits a spiderweb on Cat R. Waul's face, the same time Fievel gets his shirt caught on the needle of a record player] Hey, boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul : [pulls the spiderweb from his face] Someone who doesn't have very long to live. [Fievel tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices] Well, if it isn't my diminutive friend from the train.
Fievel : Cat R. Waul, I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wylie Burp, 'cause he's the law.
Cat R. Waul : The Wylie Burp? [he and the saloon erupt in laughter] That quaint historical figure? [he picks Fievel up on a fork] Simply put, mouseling: I am the law here, and you're a mere hors d'oeuvre.
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