Prologue: Barley Remembers[]
[People chattering]
Presents
[Speaking foreign language]
Old Barley Lightfoot: This is a story from long ago, when the great mammoths still roamed our lands. It's the story of my two brothers and me. When the three of us were young. We were taught the world is full of magic. The source of this magic, is the everchanging lights that dance across the sky.
[Man continues speaking in foreign language]
Old Barley Lightfoot: The shaman woman of our village told us that these lights are the spirits of our ancestors, and that they have the power to make changes in our world. Small things become big. Winter turns to spring. One thing always changes into another. But the greatest change I ever saw, was that of my brother, a boy who desperately wanted to be a man.
"Great Spirits"[]
Ian Lightfoot: Get down!
Hiccup: What?
Barley Lightfoot: Ian!
[Ian coughs]
Ian Lightfoot: Never try to milk a caribou. [Laughs]
Barley Lightfoot: [Spiting]
Ian Lightfoot: Don't. No. Come on.
Hiccup: Will you two knock it off?
Ian Lightfoot: That's all right, Hiccup. After today, he won't treat me like that anymore.
Barley Lightfoot: Right. The big manhood ceremony. It doesn't matter what the spirits say. You'll always be our baby brother.
Ian Lightfoot: Oh, yeah? Well, wait until I get my totem.
Barley Lightfoot: Baby brother.
Hiccup: Hey, I said knock it off. Now, the quicker we get these fish, the faster we're going to get to your ceremony, so let's all just try to get along for a few hours. OK, Barley?
Barley Lightfoot: Whatever you say.
Hiccup: OK, Ia..
Ian Lightfoot: So, what are we waiting for?
Barley Lightfoot: [Grunting]
[Hiccup laughs]
Ian Lightfoot: Whoo!
Both: Whoo!
[Great Spirits by Tina Turner playing]
Tina Turner: [singing] ♪ When the earth was young, and the air was sweet, and the mountains kissed the sky. In the great beyond, with its many paths. Man and nature lived side by side. ♪
♪ In this wilderness of danger and beauty. Lived three brothers, bonded by love. Their hearts full of joy, they ask now for guidance. Reaching out to the skies up above. Great Spirits of all who lived before. Take our hands and lead us. Fill our hearts and souls with all you know. Show us that in your eyes we are all the same. Brothers to each other in this world, we ramain. Truly brothers all the same. Give us wisdom to pass to each other. Give us strength so we understand. ♪
♪ That the tings we do, the choices we make. ♪ Give direction to all life's plans. ♪ To look in wonder at all we've been given. In a world that's not always as it seems. Every corner we turn, only leaders to another. A journey ends, but another begins. Great Spirits of all who lived before. Take our hands. Take our hands and lead us. Fill our hearts. Fill our hearts and souls with all you know. You know, you can show. Show us that in your eyes, we are all the same. Brothers to each other, in this world, we remain. Truly brothers all the same. ♪
Lilo Pelekai: Ian's back! Are you excited about getting your spirit rock today?
Ian Lightfoot: It's not a rock. It'll be my totem.
All: Ooh.
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, I'll probably get, like, a saber-tooth tiger. For bravery or strength or greatness. You know, something that fits me.
Barley Lightfoot: How about a mammoth for your fat head? Just make sure you get that basket tied up.
Ian Lightfoot: Don't worry. No stupid mouse is going to get anywhere near this fish.
Barley Lightfoot: Just tie it up.
Ian Lightfoot: [Imitates] Just tie it up.
Man: She's back! Hey, everybody, Leia's back!
Hiccup: Come on!
[Children shouting and cheering]
Hogarth Hughes: Come on, Ian, let's go!
Ian Lightfoot: Come on.
Hogarth Hughes: Leia's got your rock! Come on!
Tina Turner: [singing] ♪ Great Spirits of all who lived before. Take our hands. Take our hands and lead us. Fill our hearts. Fill our hearts and souls with all you know. You know, you can show. Show us that in your eyes, we are all the same. Brothers to each other, in this world, we remain. Truly brothers all the same. Brothers all the same! ♪
Ian's Ceremony[]
Agnes Gru: Nana.
Leia Organa: What?
Agnes Gru: Hey, Nana. [Giggles]
Leia Organa: Well, hello there, sweetheart. What a big girl.
[Squealing]
Leia Organa: When each of us comes of age, the great spirits reveal to us a totem that helps guide us through our lives. Some of us use courage to guide us.
Man: [Chuckles]
Leia Organa: Others, patience. And some of us, beauty. Ian. You nervous?
Ian Lightfoot: Phew. Excited.
Leia Organa: [Giggles] Ooh, you should be. It's a good one. Ian, I have been to the mountain, where the lights touch the earth, and the great spirits have realvealed to me your totem. To become a man, your actions must be guided by one thing. Your totem is... Love.
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Leia Organa: Yes, love.
Ian Lightfoot: The mouse of love?
Leia Organa: A love that connects and unites all living things.
Ian Lightfoot: Who wants to trade?
Leia Organa: There is no trading. Oh, Ian, love is the most precious of totems. It reveals itself in unexpected ways. Let love guide your actions. Then one day, you'll be a man, and will place your mark next to those of our ancestors.
[All cheering]
Leia Organa: Oh!
Barley Lightfoot: There he is. Come here, lover boy.
Ian Lightfoot: Leave me alone.
Barley Lightfoot: Ian, wait. I'm sorry.
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Barley Lightfoot: Your totem: I think it's really great.
Ian Lightfoot: You do?
Barley Lightfoot: Yeah. And I made you something.
Ian Lightfoot: Really?
Barley Lightfoot: Now when you skip around loving everybody, you'll smell so sweet.
Ian Lightfoot: [Groans]
Hiccup: Well, isn't this nice? Instead of fighting, you're giving each other flowers.
Barley Lightfoot: Yeah, isn't it lovely? He's so in touch with his totem already.
Hiccup: Hey, dog breath, go take care of the fish.
Barley Lightfoot: Sure. Ian loves me, he loves me not.
Hiccup: Ian.
Ian Lightfoot: Someday, I'm going to just... He's just such a...
Hiccup: Hey, bonehead. Just because his totem is wisdom, doesn't mean he's wise. I mean, look at him.
Barley Lightfoot: Ian love me, he loves me not.
[Yelps and barks]
Girls: Hi, Barley.
Barley Lightfoot: Oh, hi.
Both: Ooh.
Barley Lightfoot: [Screams] Let go!
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, I guess the spirits messed up on both of our totems.
Hiccup: You know, I felt the same way when Leia give me mine.
Ian Lightfoot: Get out of here.
Hiccup: No, really. I said, "The dragon of guidance?" What does that mean? But now that I'm older, I know it's about being a leader, and keeping an eye on you two.
Ian Lightfoot: I just want to get my handprint on that wall.
Hiccup: Just be patient, Ian. When you live by your totem, you will.
Ian Lightfoot: Really?
Hiccup: Guarantee it.
Ian Lightfoot: [Chuckles] But, come on. The mouse of love? I mean, a mouse doesn't love anyone. They don't think. They don't feel. I mean, they're...
[Chattering]
Ian Lightfoot: They're thieves.
Barley Lightfoot: You didn't tie it up, did you?
Ian Lightfoot: Uh...
Barley Lightfoot: You should've got the totem of pinheads.
Hiccup: Knock it off. We'll just make another basket.
Barley Lightfoot: We? Oh, no. It took me two weeks to make that basket. You get lover boy to do it. He's the one that's messing things up all the time. Typical Ian.
Ian Lightfoot: All right. I'll go get your basket.
Hiccup: Ian, wait. [Sighs]
Barley Lightfoot: What?
Glacier Fight[]
Ian Lightfoot: [Panting and groans]
[Grunts]
[Rat growls]
Hiccup: Ian! Where'd he go?
Barley Lightfoot: If we're lucky, far away. Huh.
Ian Lightfoot: [Shouts]
Barley Lightfoot: Ian!
Hiccup: Ian!
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup, no! You got to get out of here!
Hiccup: What?
Ian Lightfoot: The Rat! Look behind you!
Hiccup: [Yells]
[Roaring]
Barley Lightfoot: Hey, Rat, come on! Over here! Come on, Rat! Come this way!
Ian Lightfoot: Barley! Hold on! Come on!
Barley Lightfoot: Pull.
Hiccup: [Panting]
Ian Lightfoot: [Grunting]
Hiccup: [Yelling]
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup.
[Ice cracking]
[Roaring and howling]
[Birds chirping]
Barley Lightfoot: Hiccup?
Ian Lightfoot: Come on! Hiccup! Where are you?
Barley Lightfoot: Ian!
Ian Lightfoot: No. Hiccup! Barley, let's find him! Where are you?
Goodbye Hiccup[]
[Man singing in foreign language]
[Chorus singing in foreign language]
[Man continues singing]
Argument[]
Ian Lightfoot: You ready?
Barley Lightfoot: For what?
Ian Lightfoot: I'm going after the rat.
Barley Lightfoot: I know what you're feeling, but killing that mouse is wrong.
Ian Lightfoot: Wrong? Our brother is dead, and it's because of that monster.
Barley Lightfoot: I don't blame the mouse, Ian.
Ian Lightfoot: I see.
Barley Lightfoot: Killing that mouse won't make you a man.
Ian Lightfoot: Now you're trying to be wise.
Barley Lightfoot: I'm trying to follow my totem. Why can't you do the same?
Ian Lightfoot: You really think love has anything to do with being a man? A man wouldn't just sit here and do nothing.
Barley Lightfoot: Ian. Don't upset the spirits.
Ian Lightfoot: [Scoffs] Spirits. Thanks for your wisdom.
Barley Lightfoot: I've got to stop him.
Leia Organa: You left too soon, Hiccup. Your brothers need your guidance.
[Chirping]
[Snaps]
[Exhaling]
[Chatters]
Ian Lightfoot: Ha.
[Chitters]
[rat roars]
Ian Lightfoot: [Yells]
[Growls and snorts]
Ian Lightfoot: [Gasps] [Shouting]
Barley Lightfoot: Ian.
[rat roars]
[Echoing]
"Transformation"[]
[Thunder rumbling]
Ian Lightfoot: [Screams]
[Voices whispering language]
Ian Lightfoot: What?
[Woman singing]
[Chorus singing]
[Chorus continues singing]
[Trumpeting]
[Barking]
[Chirping]
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup?
[Wind whistles]
[Roars]
Barley Lightfoot: Oh!
[Thunder crashing]
Barley Lightfoot: No.
[Howling]
Barley Lightfoot: I don't blame the mouse, Ian.
Ian Lightfoot: A man wouldn't just sit here and do nothing.
Mouse's Eye View[]
Ian Lightfoot: [Groaning]
Leia Organa: So, Ian, you've decided to join the living. That's quite a bump you've got there. That must've been one heck of a ride down those rapids, huh?
Ian Lightfoot: Leia? [Moaning] Ooh. [Gasps] Leia, you won't believe this. I was at the top of this huge rock... and all of a sudden, this.... [Grunting and growling]
Leia Organa: Ian, honey. Shh-shh-shh. I don't speak mouse.
Ian Lightfoot: No. No, no! No! [Bell tinkling] [Screaming]
Leia Organa: All right, all right. Will you settle down? Ian! This isn't going to work. [Sighs] Ian, listen to me. Hiccup did this. Hmm. Strange. Spirits don't usually make these kind of changes. Oh, my. Hiccup must have something really big planned for you. Yep, yep. You're going to get a whole new perspective on things. Oh! Do you see in black and white or color? Hey, listen to me. You got yourself into this mess. If you want to change, take it up with your brother's spirit. You'll find him on the mountain, where the lights touch the earth. He'll help you make up for what you've done wrong.
Ian Lightfoot: But I didn't do anything wrong. Leia? Wait! I didn't do anything wrong! I don't even know how to get there.
Flik: What happened to them?
Heimlich: I don't know.
Flik: Well, they were right here a second ago, and now they're gone.
Heimlich: Yeah. That's pretty weird, huh?
Flik: So, you're telling me, you didn't eat them, and you have no idea where they are?
Ian Lightfoot: Hey, you. You just talked.
Flik: [Stammering] Just back away, real slow-like.
Ian Lightfoot: How'd you do that?
Flik: I knew you had them.
Gwen Mallard: Are we there yet?
Mack Mallard: Don't make me turn this formation around.
Remy & Emile[]
Ian Lightfoot:Hey, wait! Come back! I'm trying to find where the lights--
Emile: What's he getting all worked up about, eh?
Remy: Gee, I don't know. Maybe the gulls popped on him, eh?
Emile: Oh, gee, I think he's looking over here. Let's beat it. This way.
Remy: No, this way.
Emile: Thank you very much.
Remy: OK, just stay still, eh.
Ian Lightfoot: Hey, you two.
[Both gasp]
Emile: Head down.
Remy: Oh, gee, I think he's seen us, eh. Now what?
Emile: Act like we're not here.
Remy: We're not here.
Emile: Shh! What are you doing, eh?
Remy: Well, you said ro tell--
Emile: Don't say anything. Shh.
Remy: OK.
Emile: I said don't say anything.
Ian Lightfoot: Um, excuse me.
Both: [Shouts]
Emile: Please don't eat us!
Remy: You wouldn't like us. We're really gamy.
Emile: Yeah. Eat hoof-for-brains over there.
Remy: Nice, pine-cone breath.
Emile: Crusty tail.
Remy: Twig legs.
Emile: Big nose. [Gasps] Sorry.
Remy: You went too far that time.
Emile: OK, I'm sorry.
Ian Lightfoot: Guys.
Remy: Besides, yours is bigger than mine.
Ian Lightfoot: I'm not eating anybody.
Emile: Oh, whew! That's mighty decent of you, eh.
Remy: Yeah. Hey, my name's Remy. This is my brother, Emile.
Emile: How's it going, mouse?
Ian Lightfoot: [Scoffs] Don't call me that.
Emile: Sorry, [Stammers] Mr. Mouse?
Ian Lightfoot: No, I mean, I'm not a mouse. I hate mice.
Remy: Well, gee, eh? You're one big beaver.
Emile: No kidding?
Ian Lightfoot: Do either of you know where the lights touch the earth?
Remy: Yee...ahh... No. Uh, no. Sorry, mouse. Or beaver.
Ian Lightfoot: I'm not a beaver. I'm a mouse. No, I mean, I'm not a mouse. I'm a man.
Remy: Excuse me?
Emile: [Laughing]
Ian Lightfoot: I was transformed into a mouse magically. I was lifted into the sky by my brother.
Emile: Uh-huh... [Sneezes] You're crazy!
Remy: Gesundheit.
Emile: No, a fruitcake! [Sneezing]
Remy: Are you OK?
Emile: [Coughing] No! That mouse over there! He's crazy!
Ian Lightfoot: I am not crazy!
Emile: Well, who ever said you were? We understand.
Ian Lightfoot: You do?
Emile: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you see, we're not rat, either.
Ian Lightfoot: We're not?
Emile: No. Heh. We're lime... We're like squirrels. Yeah.
Remy: Oh. Oh, yeah. Beauty, eh? Well, he's actually the squirrel, eh? I'm more of a pure-bred wolverine. Look at these cuspids! [Growls]
Emile: Give him a little room.
Ian Lightfoot: Ugh! Why am I even talking to a couple of dumb rat?
Emile: No, we're squirrels?
Remy: Wolverine.
Ian Lightfoot: I'll find it myself.
Remy: Oh, I wouldn't go that way.
Emile: Why not, eh?
Remy: Uh, well, here was a reason.
Emile: You brought it up.
Remy: I'm trying to, but you're talking...
Ian Lightfoot: [Shouts] Ow! [Grunting]
[Thudding]
Emile: So, you think of it yet?
Remy: Well, no, but it's driving me nuts too?
Meet Fievel[]
Ian Lightfoot: Ow.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Psst. Hey. Is the coast clear?
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Are they any hunters around?
Ian Lightfoot: Uh... No.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Oh, good! How you doing? Guess you didn't see the trap, huh? I saw it from a mile away. You must be pretty embarrassed. Don't worry. [Whispers] I won't tell anyone.
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Fievel Mousekewitz: You need to get down. Let me help.
Ian Lightfoot: Wait! Ow!
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hold still!
Ian Lightfoot: No, just! Stop that! If you just.... Give me... Stop it!
Fievel Mousekewitz: It's no use. The only way to get down is to chew your own foot off.
Ian Lightfoot: I don't need some stupid mouse's help. I just need the stick.
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK, here.
Ian Lightfoot: No. I'll do it myself. Put it back. No, where you found it.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Oh.
Ian Lightfoot: To the left. By the little rock.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Here?
Ian Lightfoot: Yes!
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK. Boy, that tree is strong, huh? You know, when I was little, I was really into climbing trees, all kinds of trees. I climed pine trees, oak trees, fig trees, maple trees, birch trees, willow trees... My eyes were watering, and my tongue was swollen, and from that moment on, I was more careful about what I lick.
Ian Lightfoot: [Straining] Ha! See? It's all about, using your head. Oh!
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ooh! That was funny! Do it again!
Ian Lightfoot: Don't you have someplace to go?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, the salmon run. How about this? I get you down, then we go together. Deal?
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, OK, fine. If you can magically get me down, I'll go with you to this...
Fievel Mousekewitz: Salmon run.
Ian Lightfoot: Whatever. But if you can't, you turn around, walk away, and never come back ever.
Fievel Mousekewitz: You swear?
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Pinky swear.
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, sure, fine. Pinky swear. But this is a human trap, and you're just a dumb little mouse. So there's really no way you're gonna be able to... [Gasping] Aagghh!
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK, so what I'm thinking is, we travel by day and sleep by night. My bedtime is an hour after sunset. Or I think... [Sniffs] Run!
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, good riddance! [Sniffing] Barley, you found me! [Roaring] You wouldn't believe what a nightmare this has been! Barley? It me, Ian!
Barley Lightfoot: [Yelling and shouting]
[Bellowing]
[Panting]
Ice Cave[]
[Ice cracking]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Is he gone? I think he was going...
Ian Lightfoot: Shh!
[Muffled]
Ian Lightfoot: Whew.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hello? I can't breathe. [Sighing]
Ian Lightfoot: Why is he chasing me?
Fievel Mousekewitz: That's what they do.
Ian Lightfoot: But it's not like him.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, well, lucky for him he didn't find us, 'cause when I get into a fight, I go all crazy, and I'm a raging ball with brown fur. [Grunts]
Fievel Mousekewitz: I mean, I don't want to brag or nothing, but I got some moves.
Ian Lightfoot: Oh, really?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yep. This first one... Well, it's just a little thing, I like to call, "The Slasher"! And this one I like to call "Flying Fury of Death"!
Ian Lightfoot: Uh-huh. He's coming back!
Fievel Mousekewitz: Where?
Ian Lightfoot: [Scoffs] Typical.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, well, the next time we run into that hunter--
Ian Lightfoot: There is no "we," OK? I'm not taking you to any salmon run.
Fievel Mousekewitz: What?! But you pinky swore.
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, well, things change. See ya, kid.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Wait. The truth is, I got separated from my mom, and now with this hunter around...
Ian Lightfoot: Kid, I got my own problems.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Come on. Please? Can't we just go together? There's a lot of mice and a ton of fish, and every night we watch the lights, touch the mountain, and last year...
Ian Lightfoot: Wait, what'd you say?
Fievel Mousekewitz: There's lots of mice and tons of fish.
Ian Lightfoot: No. You know where the lights touch the earth?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, it's at the top of the mountain right by the salmon run.
Ian Lightfoot: You're kidding me.
Fievel Mousekewitz: No, no. They're pratically next door. Come on, I'll show you. It'll be great. I promise to help you escape from every trap you walk into.
Ian Lightfoot: I'm not gonna walk into any more... Traps.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Come on. What do you say?
Ian Lightfoot: You're sure you can take me to where the lights touch the earth?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, no problem.
Ian Lightfoot: [Sighs] If you slow me down.
Fievel Mousekewitz: I won't. I promise.
Ian Lightfoot: All right. We leave the first thing tomorrow. And keep all that cuddly mouse stuff into a minimum, OK, kid?
Fievel Mousekewitz: My name's not kid. It's Fievel. What's your name?
Barley Finds The Ice Cave[]
Emile: [Yawns] Good day.
Remy: How's it going eh?
Emile: Beauty. So, we got a lot to get done today. You want to get started?
Remy: Yeah, just give me one sec?
Emile: OK.
Remy: [Inhaling] Woo-oo-hoo... Could you just help me crack this?
Emile: All right.
[Cracking]
Remy: Ah.
Emile: You ready now?
Remy: Almost.
Emile: Oh, gee.
Remy: [Exhaling] Just want to do, dog facing foward.
Emile: Oh, come on!
Remy: Good. OK.
Emile: And go This is a nice patch here.
Remy: Oh, gee. Don't go near this patch here. Something went here.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hmm! Ahh!
- [Groans]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Skinny, fat.
Ian Lightfoot: Hey, I've got a mountain to get to. Come on, kid.
Fievel Mousekewitz: I told you before, my name's Fievel. Say it with me. Fie...Vel.
Ian Lightfoot: Sure your mom didn't ditch you, Fie...vel?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Humph.
Emile: [Gulps] Remy?
Remy: Go away? I'm eating cheese. You're breaking my concentration?
Emile: We should start running.
Remy: How come?
Emile: Like, now!
Remy: I can't. I'm still digesting? I'll get cramps. Whoa, gee! He's after us!
Emile: Come on, little brother!
Remy: [Groaning] Cramp!
"On My Way"[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Actually, if you really want to know, how me and my mom got separated, I was saving this story for the salmon run, but I'll tell you. It was propbably the fifth of sixth most coldest day in my entire life.
Ian Lightfoot: Oh, this sounds good. You should definitley save it.
Fievel Mousekewitz: You think so?
Ian Lightfoot: Oh, yeah, for your friends.
[On My Way by Sting playing]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Well, I have this other story...
Ian Lightfoot: Tell you what. How about no talking?
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK. Then I'll sing.
Ian Lightfoot: No, no, no.
Fievel Mousekewitz: [singing] ♪ Tell everybody I'm on my way. ♪
Ian Lightfoot: Will you stop it!
Fievel Mousekewitz: ♪ New friends and new places to see. ♪
Ian Lightfoot: Come on, quit it. Shh! Fievel, stop singing.
Fievel Mousekewitz: ♪ With... [Muffled] Yes, I'm on my way. And there's nowhere else that I'd rather be.
Sting: ♪ Tell everybody I'm on my way. And I'm loving every step I take. With the sun beating down, yes I'm on my way. And I can't keep this smile off my face. Cause there's nothing like seeing each other again. No matter what the distance between. And the stories that will tell, will make you smile. Oh, it really lifts my heart. So tell 'em all I'm on my way. New friends and new places to see. And to sleep under the stars, who could ask for more? With the moon keeping watch over me? Not the snow not the rain, can change my mind. The sun will come out, wait and see. And the feeling of the wind of your face can lift your heart. Oh, there's nowhere I'd rather be. ♪ Cause I'm on my way now. ♪ Well and truly. ♪ I'm on my way now. ♪
Remy: Hold on! Wait up. How's it going, mouse boy?
Emile: And, smallish mouse.
Remy: Gee, I didn't know you had a little brother. He's cute, eh?
Ian Lightfoot: Well, actually, he's just a...
Remy: OK, there's this hunter, following us, and I was-- we was thinking. If we could maybe nust kind of hang out with you guys...
Emile: Yeah, just hang out. That's right.
Remy: Yeah. It'd be fun, you know? I mean, if the hunter who's going to catch up-- and-- and--
Emile: Then you eat him.
Remy: Right. Well, that's what we was thinking.
Ian Lightfoot: We lost the hunter back under the glacier.
Remy: So, you don't think he'll follow those?
Emile: They are quite nice.
Ian Lightfoot: I've got an idea.
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK, this is really weird.
[Trumpets]
Emile: Get out, eh. I'm driving.
Remy: When can I have a turn, eh?
Emile: It's not as easy as it looks. Now just watch what I do, OK?
Remy: Well, let's get a backseat or something. I look like you hunted me. Oh.
Sting: ♪ Tell everybody. Tell everybody I'm on my way. ♪
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hey, come on.
Sting: ♪ I'm on my way. And I just can't wait to be there. I'm on my way. ♪ Just can't wait to be there. With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way. And nothing but good times to share. So tell everybody I'm on my way, and I just can't wait to be home. Just can't wait to be home. With the sun beating down, yes I'm on my way. And nothing but good times to show. I'm on my way. ♪
Fievel Mousekewitz: ♪ Guess I'm on my way. ♪
Remy: Beauty, eh?
Nightmare On The Elephants[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK, here's how I remember it. If the snow is white, then it's all right. Yellow or green, it's just not clean. I learned that one the hard way. Oh, that reminds me. Last year at the salmon run, my friend Jerry totally dared me, but I'd heard about this other cub who stuck his tongue to an iceberg, and then he started to float away. And so to save him, they had to, like, rip off his tongue. And so now he has to talk, like this all the time and...
Ian Lightfoot: Do you ever stop talking?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Whoa, look. The night rainbow. You can see the spirits from here.
Ian Lightfoot: You know about the great spirits?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah. My grandma's up there and my granddad. Mom says the spirits, make all the magical changes of the world, like how the leaves change color, or the moon changes shapes or tadpoles change into frogs.
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, I get. You know, for a change, maybe they could just leave things alone.
Fievel Mousekewitz: What do you mean?
Ian Lightfoot: My brother's a spirit. If I wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here.
Fievel Mousekewitz: You have a brother up there? What happened to him?
Ian Lightfoot: He was killed by a by a monster.
Fievel Mousekewitz: What's your brother's name?
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Thanks, Hiccup. If it weren't for you, I would've never met Ian. I always wanted a brother.
I Spy[]
Remy: So, you want to play I spy?
Emile: All right. I'll go first.
Remy: OK.
Emile: I spy something green.
Remy: Tree? My turn?
Emile: Yeah.
Remy: OK, I spy something tall.
Emile: Tree.
Remy: OK.
Emile: I spy, something with bark.
Remy: Tree? OK, I spy something uh, a vertical log.
Emile: Tree.
Remy: Yeah.
Emile: Remy, I spy something...
Remy: Tree. OK, my turn.
Emile: Tree.
Remy: No, I got...
Emile: It counts.
Remy: I didn't even spy anything.
Emile: It counts.
Remy: OK. Tree.
Emile: Let's play something else.
[Ian and Fievel snoring]
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel, come on. Wake up.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Two more months, mom.
Ian Lightfoot: [Sighs]
Fievel Mousekewitz: [Yawns]
Ian Lightfoot: So, where are we? Well, which way?
Fievel Mousekewitz: I think it's that way.
Ian Lightfoot: You think or you know?
Fievel Mousekewitz: That way?
Ian Lightfoot: Why wasn't I turned into a homing pigeon? Come on.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hey, riding elephants was your idea. Thanks for the ride, guys. See you. Lucky for you I've been lost worse than this before. Last summer, I was digging for roots with Jerry...
Ian Lightfoot: Enough with the stories. I don't care about the time you and Jinkie found, you know, the world's biggest pine cone ever.
Fievel Mousekewitz: First of all, his name's Jerry, not Jinkie. Second, it wasn't a pine cone. It was a pine nut, and it was huge, even bigger than your fat head.
Remy: Oh, gee, our big guardian mouse is leaving, eh?
Emile: Yeah, yeah, we better follow. Come on.
Remy: I can swing your leg...
Emile: I can't get off.
Remy: Me, neither. OK, you guys! I guess we'll just catch up with those guys later?
Emile: Good trip?
Remy: Beauty. You know, I was thinking. Now might be a really good time, for me to drive, eh?
Emile: Just relax and enjoy the ride.
Remy: Yeah. OK. Whee.
Fievel Mousekewitz: I'm sorry we're lost, OK? Even though it's pretty much your fault.
Ian Lightfoot: My fault? Ugh! That's it.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Just remember, if it weren't for me, you'd still be hanging upside down right now.
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah, well, better than being stuck, in the middle of nowhere with you and your blabbering mouth. [Mockingly] "I'm lost. I can't find my mommy. Will you take me to the salmon run?" Why don't you just grow up?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Fine. I'll just go on my own, then.
Ian Lightfoot: Fine. Go ahead.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Fine.
Ian Lightfoot: Fine.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Fine.
Abandoned Village[]
Ian Lightfoot: [Sighs]
[Sniffs]
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel? Fievel.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Whoa.
[Chorus singing language]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Those monsters are really scary. Especially with those sticks.
Ian Lightfoot: Come on. Let's go.
Butting Heads[]
Ian Lightfoot: So, you recognize anything yet? Or maybe you can't see past my fat head.
[Both laugh]
Ian Lightfoot: So, do you really think I have a fat head?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Well, if you hunched your shoulders a little, it wouldn't seem so big.
Ian Lightfoot: Oh, you mean like this? Or like this? How about this?
[Laughing]
Mordecai: Oh, my. That was good.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Hey, maybe they can give us directions.
Both: [Both grunt]
Rigby: Oh, that clears up the sinuses.
Mordecai: Oh, it does.
Rigby: OK. Hit me again. I think she's looking. Hello, sweetie.
Mordecai: Oh, yes. She's checking me out, all right. Hey, baby.
Rigby: What? No, no, no. Come on, you nitwit. Are you out of your head? She's looking at me. Look at that.
Mordecai: Right. Like she's looking at your ugly mug? Come on.
Rigby: My, excuse me, miss. One second. It's go time, baby.
Mordecai: Oh, you want to go.
Rigby: Yeah!
Mordecai: Come on, bring it on.
Rigby: Horns up.
Mordecai: Hold on.
Ian Lightfoot: Excuse me.
Mordecai: [Echoing] What do you want? What is that? Who is that?
Rigby: Just a minute, mouse. Hey, shut up! [Echoes] No, you shut up!
Mordecai: No, you shut up!
Rigby: Hey, will you shut up?
Mordecai: No.
Rigby: Just shut up! [Echoing continues]
Fievel Mousekewitz: I think their characters are screwed on too tight. Wait a second.
Valley Of Fire[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: I know this place.
Ian Lightfoot: You do?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah. The salmon run's not far.
Ian Lightfoot: [Chuckles]
Fievel Mousekewitz: We just have to go through here. What?
Ian Lightfoot: Hey, you sure you know where you're going?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah, follow me.
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel!
[Chirping]
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel! Fievel? Where are you? [Sniffs]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yah!
Ian Lightfoot: Ah!
[Fievel laughing]
Ian Lightfoot: Don't do that.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Scared you, didn't I?
Ian Lightfoot: There's scared, and then there's surprised.
Fievel Mousekewitz: And you were both. Nice try. Uh, you got a little spit right there. [Gasps] Ian!
Ian Lightfoot: [Chuckling] You're not getting me this time.
Fievel Mousekewitz: No, Ian, look out!
Ian Lightfoot: No.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Come on!
Barley Lightfoot: [Yelling] [Cries out]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ian, where are you? Left! No, the other left!
[Tree creaking]
[Barley grunts]
Ian Lightfoot: Whoa! Whoa!
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ian!
Barley Lightfoot: No!
Fievel Mousekewitz: What are you doing? We got to get out of here!
Barley Lightfoot: Ah! [Panting] [Shouting and yelling]
[Roaring]
[Whimpering]
[Pants]
Arrival At The Run[]
Fievel Mousekewitz:Why do they hate us, Ian?
Ian Lightfoot: We're mice.
Fievel Mousekewitz: So?
Ian Lightfoot: So, you know how they are. They're killers.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Wait a minute. Who's the killers?
Ian Lightfoot: mice.
Fievel Mousekewitz: What? Which mice? I'm not like that, and you're not like that.
Ian Lightfoot: Well, obviously not all mice. I mean, you're OK, but most mice will look for any excuse to attack the human.
Fievel Mousekewitz: But, Ian, he attacked us.
Ian Lightfoot: You know, you're just a cub. When you're older, you'll understand.
Bird: [Birds chirping] Fish!
Fievel Mousekewitz: We made it! We're here! Come on!
Ian Lightfoot: What? Fievel....
Birds: Fish, fish!
Ian Lightfoot: Get away from me! Go on. Shoo!
[Roaring]
[Breathing heaily]
[Growling]
Ian Lightfoot: [Screaming] Huh!
Basil of Baker Street: Hey, you're stirring up the water, dude.
Monterey Jack: Yeah. Try not to scare off the fish there, buddy.
Ian Lightfoot: Uh...
Fievel Mousekewitz: Jack!
Monterey Jack: Hey, Fievel, come here.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Look at you. Jack, have you see my mom yet?
Monterey Jack: No, as a matter of fact, I haven't seen her.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Me and my friend Ian beat her.
Monterey Jack: He's with you?
Ian Lightfoot: Uh... Hi.
Monterey Jack: Huh. I've never seen you at the run before. Where are you from?
Ian Lightfoot: [Stammers] Well, I mean...
Fievel Mousekewitz: And see, Ian? There's the mountain, just like I promised. The lights touch the top every single night. It's going to be a lot harder getting up there, than it was riding those elephants.
All: Elephants?
Timothy Q. Mouse: Are you kidding me?
Monterey Jack: That's kind of weird.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah. He does a lot of weird stuff, like the way he drinks water with a leaf. He never sharpens his claws on a tree. He's never hibernated before. He doesn’t know how to lick himself clean.
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel. Fievel! [Clears throat] Can I talk to you for a second. Excuse us.
Monterey Jack: Hmm. He's kind of jumpy, isn't he?
Ian Lightfoot: OK, OK. Fievel, I, uh... I got to get going.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Well, when you come back, we can go and...
Ian Lightfoot: I.. I won't be coming back.
Fievel Mousekewitz: What? Why not?
Ian Lightfoot: Because...
"Welcome"[]
Ian Lightfoot: Well, it's hard to explain.
Monterey Jack: You're leaving?
Ian Lightfoot: No [Stammering] Well, I mean, yes. Well, it's just that I... I don't belong here.
Monterey Jack: Don't belong? Every mouse belongs here. Come on, buddy. Let's have some fun.
[Welcome by Blind Boys of Alabama playing]
Blind Boys of Alabama: [singing] ♪ Everyone's invited, this is how we live. We're all here for each other happy to give. ♪ All we have we share, and all of us we care, so come on! Welcome to our family time. Welcome to our brotherly time. We're happy giving and taking to the friends we're making. There's nothing we won't do. Welcome to our family time. Welcome to our happy to be time. This is our festival. You know and best of all, we're here to share it all. There's a bond between us, nobody can explain. It's a celebration of life, and seeing friends again. I'd be there for you, I know you'd be there for me too. So come on! Welcome to our family time. Welcome to our brotherly time. This is our festival. You and best of all, we're here to share it all. Remembering love once departed someone dear to your heart. Finding love, and planning a future. Telling stories and laughing with friends. Precious moments you'll never forget. This has to be the most beautiful the most peaceful place I've ever been to. It's nothing like I've ever seen before. When I think of how far I've come, I can't believe it, and yet I see it. In them I see family I see the way we used to be. Come on! Welcome to our family time. Welcome to our brotherly time. We're happy giving and taking to the friends we're making, there's nothing we won't do. Welcome to our family time. Welcome to our happy to be time. This is our festival. You know and best of all. We're here to share it all. We're here to share it all! ♪
[All laughing]
Templeton: Yeah.
Mouse Party[]
Monterey Jack: All right. Settle down, everyone. Hey! Don't throw your fish bones over there. Somebody could choke on that. Look, OK, I'll go first. OK, let's see. The most interesting thing that happened to me this year. Hmm. [Mutters] Oh, I know. Listen to this. I'd say it was when I finally knocked down that tree... that was blocking the view from my cave. Now I got a family of chipmunks staying at my place. [Clears thorat] Yeah. All right, everybody, come on, let me see some paws in the air. Who's going to be next? Come on.
Mouse 3: Jack, Jack, I got one!
Monterey Jack: Watch me, watch me. Hey, got you.
Mouse 4: This year, I lost my dear husband Edgar.
Edgar: Quit telling everyone I'm dead!
Mouse 4: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.
Fievel Mousekewitz: I'm getting the next one.
Mouse 5: [Growls and shouts speaking foreign language]
[Laughing]
All: Oh, yeah.
Fievel Mousekewitz: This is it. I got it!
Mouse 6: I guess it's our turn. This is the year I met the most gorgeous...
Mouse 7: No, you're gorgeous.
Mouse 6: You're gorgeouser.
Monterey Jack: Get a cave.
[Groans speaking foreign language]
Mouse 4: If only Edgar was alive.
Edgar: I told you, woman! I'm right here!
Mouse 8: I love you, buttercup.
Fievel Mousekewitz: This has got to be it.
Ian Lightfoot: Here you go, Fievel.
Fievel Mousekewitz: You got to tell it, Ian.
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Monterey Jack: That's right, Ian. You caught it, you tell it.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Didn't you play this game when you were a cub?
Mouse 9: Come on, Ian.
[All chattering]
Ian Lightfoot: OK, all right, already, all right. You want to know what I did this year?
Crowd: Yeah!
Ian Lightfoot: I went on the longest, hardest, most exhausting journey I've ever been on, with the biggest pain in the neck I've ever met. What do you expect from a little brother? OK, buddy, your turn.
Monterey Jack: Let's hear it, Fievel.
Fievel Mousekewitz: OK, OK. Here we go. [Clears throat] This year I watched my mom in a life-and-death struggle, against all odds battling possibly, the most fiercest creature on the face of the earth. OK, who's next?
Ian Lightfoot: What?
Monterey Jack: Wait a minute. I think we all want to hear the rest of that one, Fievel.
Fievel Mousekewitz: I thought you might say that. Let's see. It was probably the fifth or sixth most coldest day, in my entire life. Me and mom were eating fish, having a great time, when all of a sudden, she pushes me into the bushes, and tells me to be real quiet. She says, "I smell something," so I started sniffing. There was something in the woods, running right toward us, getting closer and closer.
Mouse 10: [Gasps]
Ian Lightfoot: [Chuckles]
Fievel Mousekewitz: And then, out of the trees, jumps the hunter!
Others: [All gasping]
[Gulps]
Fievel Mousekewitz: And now there's nowhere for mama to go. The monster has her backed up against this giant glacier! The monster attacks! But mom's too quick for him. And before he can do it again, she stands up real big and yells, "Go away!"
Ian Lightfoot: [Screams]
Hiccup: Ian!
Fievel Mousekewitz: Then mom smells more of 'em. There's a whole pack coming right at us!
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup, no! The Rat!
Fievel Mousekewitz: She runs out to stop them, before they can get to me. And all around they're poking her with sticks. The whole thing broke, and they fell into the water. There was ice everywhere! She couldn't hold her breath any longer before, pow! She burst out of the water. I've never been so scared in my life.
Ian Lightfoot: I'm going after the rat.
Emily Mousekewitz: Fievel?
Barley Lightfoot: Hiccup wouldn't want it.
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup's not here, because of that monster.
Monterey Jack: Whoa! Fell off a glacier? I've never see anything like that. Can you imagine?
[Whimpers]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ian? What's the matter, Ian?
Mouse 11: Fievel, so what happened next? Was she OK?
Monterey Jack: Hey, Ian, what's wrong? Where you going?
Fievel Mousekewitz: She got out of the water OK, but that's how we got separated. Right after that, I met Ian. Ian?
[Panting]
[Chattering and laughing]
No Way Out / Ian's Confession[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: [Roars] Scared you again, huh?
Ian Lightfoot: Yeah.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Where have you been? You look horrible.
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel.
Fievel Mousekewitz: My mom says when you eat too much fish, you should just lie down...
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel. There's something I, you know that story you told me last night?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Yeah.
Ian Lightfoot: Well, I have a story to tell you.
Fievel Mousekewitz: Really? What's it about?
Ian Lightfoot: Well, it's kind of about a man, and kind of about a mouse. But mostly it's about a monster, a monster who did something so bad...
[No Way Out by Sting playing]
Sting: [singing] ♪ Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone. But there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done. I do anything within my power, I give everything I got. But the path I seek is hidden from me now. ♪
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel, I did something very wrong.
Fievel Mousekewitz*: What you do, Ian?
Ian Lightfoot*: I…I killed the mouse.
Sting: ♪ Brother Mouse, I let you down. ♪
Fievel Mousekewitz: I don't like this story.
Sting: ♪ You trusted me, believed in me, and I let you down. ♪
Ian Lightfoot: Your mother's not coming.
Sting: ♪ Of all the things I hid from you, I cannot hide the shame. ♪
Fievel Mousekewitz: No. [Crying]
Sting: ♪ And I pray someone, something will come. ♪
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel!
Sting: ♪ To take away the pain. There's no way out of this dark place. No hope, no future. I know I can't be free. But I can't see another way. And I can't face another day. ♪
[Sobbing]
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel! Fievel, I wish I could... If there was just some way... I'd give anything if, I could just... [Sighs] I'm sorry, Fievel. I'm so sorry.
Barley Sees A Sign[]
[Wind whistling]
Barley Lightfoot: I'm sorry, Ian. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I need help.
[Cawing]
Barley Lightfoot: Hiccup?
Rat's Advice[]
Emile: [Exhaling] Look, I am sorry.
Remy: If I was driving, this never would've happened.
Emile: Just stop it.
Remy: You ever let me drive, you never let me do nothing.
Emile: Trample off? I said I was sorry. Let it go.
Remy: I can't believe you totalled a elephant.
Emile: Come on. That mountain came out of nowhere.
Remy: I'm afraid I cannot accept your apology.
Emile: It was in my blind spot.
Remy: Hey, look.
Emile: What?
Remy: It's that little cub. Gee, something's bugging him.
Emile: What's wrong, smallish mouse?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Nothing. I'm fine. [Sniffles]
Remy: Good. Now, where were we? You're a big selfish, reckless hoofer, and you're never gonna change.
Emile: What?
Remy: I'm fed up with it? From now on, he's my new brother.
Emile: You can't do that!
Remy: Sorry, you've been replaced with my dear brother... I forget your name. What's your name again, little mouse?
Fievel Mousekewitz: I don't want any more brothers.
Remy: See, he's had enough of you?
Emile: Come on. I promise I'll change.
Remy: Trample off. You'll never change. Being a brother means nothing to you.
Emile: Of course it does.
Remy: Like what?
Emile: What about the time your hooves froze in the pond? Who sat with you all winter, eh?
Remy: You did.
Emile: And who showed you where the good grazing is? I mean the really tender stuff, all covered in dew?
Remy: Now, why do you think I did that?
Emile: Because I... Because I love...dew.
Remy: Excuse me? I don't believe I heard what you said.
Emile: I said I love dew.
Remy: I love dew, too.
Emile: Hey, I can change.
Remy: Go away, eh.
Emile: Come on. I can change.
Remy: Go away. Don't touch me.
Emile: I can change!
Remy: Hey! Not there, that's the spot. [Laughing]
Emile: Like, we'll see you later, smallish mouse.
Remy: Yeah. Good day. Hey, you know what this calls for? A pile of delicious barley and amber weed on a cool bed of malted hops?
Emile: I like it.
Mountain-Top Fight[]
[Wind blowing and howling]
[Grunting and panting]
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup! Hiccup, are you there? Hiccup! Please. Please, Hiccup. I don't know what else to do. Hiccup? Barley.
Barley Lightfoot: [Yelling and shouting]
Ian Lightfoot: Hiccup, hurry! Change me back! Where are you, Hiccup?
[Ian roaring]
Ian Lightfoot: Barley, please. Fievel?
[Breathing heavily]
Ian Lightfoot: No! Leave him alone! Fievel! [Shouting and echoing]
[Growls]
[Chirping]
Barley Lightfoot: Ian? Hiccup?
[Fievel yelps]
Ian Lightfoot: Fievel, don't be afraid. It's me.
[Yelping]
Ian Lightfoot: He needs me.
Barley Lightfoot: You know, he did look better as a mouse.
[Chuckles]
Ian Lightfoot: But... Barley.
Barley Lightfoot: It's all right, Ian.
[Gasps]
Barley Lightfoot: No matter what you choose, you'll always be my little brother.
[Chorus singing]
Barley Lightfoot: Oh. Did I say "little"? [Laughs]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ian!
Ian Lightfoot: [Roars]
Epilogue: "Great Spirits Reprise"[]
[Drums playing]
Old Barley Lightfoot: My brother Ian, went to live with Fievel and the other mice. He taught me that love is very powerful. And, I passed on the wisdom of his story, to our people: The story of a boy who became a man, by becoming a mouse.
Tina Turner: [singing] ♪ Great Spirits of all who lived before. Take our hands. Take our hands and lead us. Fill our hearts. Fill our hearts souls with all you know. You know, you can show. Show us that in your eyes, we are all the same. Brothers to each other. In this world, we remain, truly brothers all the same. Brothers all the same! ♪
Vignettes / End Credits[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: [Karate yells]
Remy: So, like uh, what are doing there, smallish mouse?
Fievel Mousekewitz: I'm practicing my moves. Want to see one?
Remy: Sure, this ought to be good, eh?
[Laughing]
[Birds chirping]
Ian Lightfoot: Listen to me. I was a man that was changed into a mouse. No beaver. Man into mouse. That's it.
Remy: Oh, yeah. So, before that you was probably, like, a goat?
Emile: Hey, bow about a water buffalo?
Remy: No, he's a rabbit. Look at his ears and his furry little feet. Watch out for the rabbit.
Emile: No way.
Remy: OK, now, everyone. [Inhales] Take a big inhale? And then on the exhale... [Exhales] Shift into salutation to the sun.
[All groaning]
Mordecai: No, you shut up! [Echoing]
Rigby: [Grunting]
Both: [Sighs]
Ian Lightfoot: [Chuckles] How you doing over there, Fievel?
Fievel Mousekewitz: Oh, pretty good.
[Both laughing and growling]
[Laughter]
"Look Through My Eyes"[]
Post Credits[]
Fievel Mousekewitz: [Clears throat] In the accordance with all federal and state wildlife regulations, no fish were harmed during in the making of this film.
Fish: [Shouting and laughing] No! He's gonna eat me! [Shrieking]
[Roars]
Fievel Mousekewitz: [Nervous laughs] Cut. Cut.
Fish: Somebody help me!
[Chomps]
Fievel Mousekewitz: Ooh!
[Burping and belching]