01x01 - Night on Bald Pate/Mouse from Another House

[bunniefuu]

[theme song playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom ♪

♪ Boom-uh, boom-uh,
boom-uh, boom-uh ♪

♪ Here he comes,
that Mighty Mouse ♪

♪ Coming to vanquish the foe
with a mighty blow ♪

♪ So don't be afraid anymore ♪

♪ 'Cause things won't be
like they've been before ♪

♪ "Here I come
to save the day" ♪

♪ Thank goodness
Mighty Mouse is on his way ♪

♪ So let
the trumpet players play ♪

[chorus sings
heroic fanfare]

♪ For Mighty Mouse
is here today ♪

♪ Boom-uh, boom-uh,
boom-uh, boom-uh... ♪

♪ Here he comes,
that Mighty Mouse ♪

♪ Just like a bolt
from the blue ♪

♪ With a heart that's true ♪

♪ Fighting evil,
fighting crime ♪

♪ And always there
in the nick of time ♪

♪ Here he comes
to save the day ♪

♪ And he will prove
that crime will never pay ♪

♪ So let
the trumpet players play ♪

[chorus sings
heroic fanfare]

♪ For Mighty Mouse
is here today! ♪

Oh, Mighty Mouse,
where are you?

Oh! Oh, no!

Help! Help!

Help!

[bubble pops]:
Help!

This is the end.

Good-bye, all of you folks
in TV land.

[growling]

[growling and chuckling]

[jabbering]

[grunting]

Oh, thank goodness
you arrived when you did.

I was nearly fish food.

Oh, it was nothing.

Those were just sharks.

Give me an archvillain any
day for a real challenge.

An archvillain?!
[gasps]

Sharks are enough for me,
thank you.

I wonder
what makes them so mean.

I wonder what makes
an archvillain.

And that's our story today.

NARRATOR:
What cornucopia
of criminal elements conspires

to make an archvillian?

Can it be cold,
uncaring destiny

that is solely to blame,

or is it merely bad luck?

This is the tale
of one poor soul

cursed
by a horrible trick of fate.

This unlucky fellow

sports a rather distinctive
calling card.

Hey-ya, bud,
how's about a trim?

Uh, that reminds me.

Uh, I got to go boil an egg.

Hey, did you see
the ball game last night?

I'll say!

The Yankees made
a clean shave of it.

[wailing]

NARRATOR:
This is the pitiful story

of a man cursed
by the name of Petey Pate.

Don't ever call me that!

[mocking laughter]

[guffawing]

[laughing heartily]

Yes, fate sometimes
deals a cruel hand.

This poor soul
has nowhere to turn,

no place in society
to commingle.

I'll show them.

People would take me seriously
if I were an outlaw.

No, no, not an outlaw--

an... an... archvillain!

So, with that, Pete--

[groaning]

Uh, Mr. Pate visits

his neighborhood
archvillain supply store.

Now all I need
is a couple of burly henchmen.

Yes, sir, the world
had just better make way

for this archvillain!

[laughing maniacally]

Watch me, boys.

And see how it's done.

[muttering]

[grunts]

[muttering]

BYSTANDERS:
Uh-oh!

"Give me all your dough.
Signed, Pete..."

[chuckles]

Petey Pate!
[guffawing]

[all guffawing]

I can't understand it.

I got a swell new hideout,
a great suit,

terrific henchmen.

What more do I need

to put myself over
as an archvillain?

Here you are, Pearl.

Safe and sound.

[sighs]
Honestly, Mighty Mouse.

I would have walked
to work, you know.

Oh!

That's it.

I'll get respect
as an archvillain

by defeating Mighty Mouse!

I'll get Pearl Pureheart

as bait for Mighty Mouse!

We'll need a trap.

A clever trap.

Something no one else
could think of.

It's got
to be something ingenious!

[sighs]

Oh, what hideous fate befalls

our fair-eared heroine,
Pearl Pureheart?

So...

You're the famous girlfriend
of Mighty Mouse.

This is certainly a great honor.
Isn't it, boys?

BOTH:
Duh, yeah, boss... yeah!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mighty Mouse
means nothing to me.

[sniffling,
sobbing]

Such touching loyalty.

[sobbing]

It chokes me up.

[sobbing]
It really does.

Unfortunately,
your foolish display

does not impress
me in the least.

You do know Mighty Mouse.

You know his strengths,
his weaknesses...!

No! No!

Yes!

And now you will
tell me his weaknesses!

No.

Tell me, girl, or I'll...

What is it you want?

What are you after?

What am I after?

What am I after?!

[clicking]

I'll tell you what I'm after!

I want to own

all the left shoes
in Mouseville!

[laughing maniacally]

Why, you're mad!

[shuddering]

Mad?

You think I'm mad?

I'll show you mad!

[shrill, maniacal laughter]

[creaking, snapping]

[barking]

[squawking]

[screeching]

[crowing]

[cackling]

Uh, we better
calm him down.

[gasping]

[panting]

[sighing]

[happy sigh]

[gulping]

[sighs]

I've been bad.

Everything seems so clear now.

The hurt is gone.

Let her go, boys.

I don't know
what came over me.

Oh, it's all right.

You're through it.

You're so good.

Go home now.

I'll be all right.

Whom should I thank
for this kind deed?

Duh.
They call him Petey.

Ah!

[screaming]

[groaning]

[on TV]:
Hi, kids!

Half the citizens of Mouseville,

I have a message
for Mighty Mouse.

I challenge
that muscle-bound rat to a duel.

I'll prove to you weasels
that I, Petey Pate...

[angry howl]

...am the strongest of all!

And if Mighty Mouse
doesn't show up,

no one will ever see
Pearl Pureheart again!

Except on legal holidays.

PETEY:
And so, Mighty Mouse,
if you're listening now,

meet me at Mount Pate
for the battle of the century

if you've got the guts.

Oh, my gosh.

Pearl is in trouble.

What to do?

I've got it.

I'll follow the TV transmission
to its source.

[cackling]

Mighty Mouse,
don't do it.

Go back!
It's a trap.

Hold on, Pearl because...

♪ Here I come
to save the day! ♪

Now for my trump card.

[Petey snickering]

Gad, I'm twisted.

"Shake can well."

[rattling]

Uh-oh!
Uh-oh!

This stuff is as thick
as country music.

I'll miss you on
those legal holidays.

Is this the end
of Mighty Mouse?

Has the final hour
come at last?

Wait! What's this?

This is more than a mouse,
folks.

This is a champion,
a great champion.

A miracle mouse!

[off-key]:
♪ Here he comes
to save the day. ♪

Uh-oh.

Our foulest deeds laid waste
by this... this rodent?!

I'm forced to use
my last-ditch attempt.

[whimpering]

[maniacal laughter]

Boss, no, it hasn't
been tested yet!

[thunder crashes,
electrical buzzing]

Even he can't take
this much.

[chuckles]

Why? Why
did you do this?

So I look good when they take
my picture in jail!

NARRATOR:
This about wraps up the case.

And so, once again,
justice is served well,

and a large debt is owed

to that greatest
of insectivores

Mighty Mouse!

[laughter, slurping]

For this I got
a third-degree tan?

NARRATOR:
We begin our story at the
Mouseville Elementary School,

where miceling minds are
gently molded

for a future of mature thought,

[bell rings]
of quiet contemplation
and orderly...

Well, anyway,

today was orphan Scrappy's
first day at school.

Hey, you want to
go cadge some apples

from old man
Weasel's tree?

Nah, my mom's baking
up a batch of cookies today.

How about you?

You want to go watch 'em
scrape grease

off the rags
down at the car wash?

Sorry, kid, but my
mom promised

to take me
to the zoo.

Well, I'll tell
you this much:

if I had a mom and a pop,

those other kids wouldn't
have nothin' on me!

Hiya, little fella.

My name's Pearl.
What's yours?

Scrappy.

What's it to ya?

Just trying
to make friends.

Well, thanks, lady,
but I don't really need any.

I've already got the best pal
a guy could have,

and his name just happens
to be Mighty Mouse.

You don't say?

But in that case, why so glum?

Oh, I'm just a little worried
that a guy like me

with no mom and dad
might not have a chance

to turn out as swell
as a guy like Mighty Mouse.

[criminals snarling]

[sighs]
See what I mean?

Not really.

You know, Mighty Mouse
was an orphan, too.

You mean it?

Could you tell me
more about it?

Well...

Please?!

Okay.

First of all, Mighty Mouse is
not from here.

He's from a strange
and alien world,

a thousand blocks from here,

where they don't have
nice little houses like we do.

NARRATOR:
Uh, excuse me,

but I believe the narration is
my job, is it not?

Not this time
it isn't.

So just butt out, buster.

[clears throat]
As I was saying,

the mice in this other
neighborhood don't live

in cute little houses
like we do.

In fact, they don't have
houses at all.

They live in holes

in huge cavernous structures
called "buildings"

which are also inhabited
by humans.

Perhaps the gravity is heavier
in this alien neighborhood

or maybe the very air is
different.

[inhales deeply]

No one really knows
why these other mice
are so different,

Oh! Please, please...
but one thing is certain,
they must be mighty, indeed,

to survive under such
hostile conditions.

[shrieks]:
Mice!

And into these harsh conditions

a child was born of loving
parents Larage and Aral.

ARAL:
Will they believe you this time,
my beloved Larage?

[cooing]

If they do not,
my beautiful Aral,

then they are more
than the shiftless fools

living only for
the moment.

They are doomed.

ARAL:
But at least, at least we have
made plans for our child.

All right, come on, come on!

Let's get the gloom and doom
over with, huh?!

What I tell you,
it is true.

Our whole world
soon will be destroyed.

Ah, you've been telling us
the sky is falling

for the last three weeks.

Yeah!

Yeah, and the
living's easy

now that the giants
have split the joint.

I tell you, this time I have
irrefutable proof.

This building
condemned?

PEARL:
And thus was
Larage proven right.

Together, he and Aral
carried their beloved child

to the escape vehicle
carefully prepared

for this very fateful moment,

adding an ample supply
of nourishing limburger

for the long journey's end.

Oh, Larage,
I'll-I'll miss him so.

At least, dear Aral,
he will survive...

...to grow up
in a better neighborhood.

[grunting]

[frustrated yell]

Technology is a tool
which may never, never,

never be trusted!

Bon voyage, my son.

Travel well
and age supreme.

Whee-hoo!

[laughing]

All right, all right,
so you had a point.

Never fear, my dear, we can
always find a new hole

in the next building.

PEARL:
Meanwhile, the thousand-block
journey was long,

dangerous, fraught with unknown
and unknowable stresses.

[coughing]

The baby mouseling
held up just fine.

but something extremely ominous
apparently happened

to the onboard provisions.

But finally came the dawn,

over a forest
on the outskirts of Mouseville,

where the fateful journey
at last came to its end.

[coughing]

The force of the crash split
the tightly wrapped cellophane

spewing the altered limburger
in all directions.

Limburger rot, henceforth

Mighty Mouse's sole
vulnerability.

But getting back to our story.

Land sakes, Pa,
what caused that noise?

I don't rightly know, Ma,
but there seems

to be some sort
of obstruction here.

What in tarnation
is it?

Durned if I know, Ma.

Looks to be some kind

of newfangled flying
contraption.

[mouseling cooing,
spluttering]

[mouseling coos "Here I come
to save the day"]

Can't be too newfangled

if'n it only flies
straight down.

[crash]

It's the child
we never had!

Yep, let's call the
little tyke Mike.

Mama!

And thus
was the alien baby adopted

by kindly Ma and Pa Squirrel.

Gosh, Pearl, that means

Mighty Mouse really was
an orphan, too.

Didn't I say you two
shared a lot in common?

Yeah. Well, so come on,
Pearl.

Tell me more, huh?

Well, it wasn't long before

the squirrels began to detect
subtle differences

in their adopted child.

There's something
mighty strange
about that tyke.

Mama!

I think Pa just might
have a point.

Yep, something
mighty strange.

In the years which followed,
the young mouse grew and grew

and grew...

and grew. Phew!

It's finally happened, Ma.

Our tree has gone
plumb nutless.

Then h-how will we
ever make it

through the w-winter, Pa?

Good question, Ma,
'specially with them crows

being hungrier
than us.

Here I come
to save the day!

[crows squawk]

He may have saved
our lives, Ma,

but there's one thing
we just got to face:

our son is not a squirrel.

This is true, Pa.

But, then,
just what is he?

Well, near as
I can figure it,

he's nothing less
than a mighty mouse.

I'm glad you brought
that up, Ma and Pa,

because there's something
I've been meaning to bring up

and believe me,
I'm grateful

for everything you've
done for me, but...

Your ma and I understand, son.

You're feeling it's time
to be moving on.

Why, yes, Pa, that's it exactly.

And also I feel a need
to use my abilities

[voice deepens]:
for the good of all.

And with all them ruffians
over to Cat Town,

no doubt they could use
a fellow like you

in the big city.

That's it, Ma.

I... I'll-I'll go
to Mouseville!

MA:
Good idea, son.

And if you'll just pluck me out
of this here pile of plenty,

I'll go stitch you
a right fancy costume

out of them blankets
you came to us in.

PEARL:
And so was born Mighty Mouse,
tireless champion

of truth and justice,
bane of bad cats

and hero of the best mice
everywhere.

A miracle of a mouse,
shaped from a childhood

just as humble
as yours, Scraps.

Gosh, Pearl,
a story like that

kinda makes
a guy's eyes sweat.

In fact, I'm so choked up
and proud,

I'm ready to burst!

To think
of a fellow orphan

turning out as swell
as Mighty Mouse...

Golly, I wonder
if he's even got
a secret identity,

and what it is.

No one knows,
Scrappy,

but whoever his
secret identity is,

you can bet
he's an honest,
hardworking guy.