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♪ Take my hand Paris ♪

♪ Share your dreams with me. ♪

♪ Mewsette! ♪

♪ Mewsette! ♪

♪ Mewsette. ♪

♪ Mewsette. ♪

♪ Buds bloom and breezes blow. ♪

♪ Love sings wherever you go. ♪

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette. ♪

♪ You will say enchanté ♪

♪ Once you met my poupée. ♪

♪ Mewsette. ♪

♪ Little drops of rain ♪

♪ Little grains of sand ♪

♪ Make the mighty ocean ♪

♪ And the pleasant land. ♪

♪ Never let a minute ♪

♪ Lie there on the shelf ♪

♪ For there may be in it ♪

♪ All of life itself. ♪

♪ The glamour's gone, ♪

♪ The shades are down, ♪

♪ And Paris is only a lonely town. ♪

♪ Lonely. ♪

♪ Paris is a dreary, ♪

♪ Lonely, ♪

♪ Oh. So lonely ♪

♪ Town. ♪

♪ Roses red, violets blue ♪

♪ The rhyme is old, but love is new ♪

♪ When love is new, the heart is young ♪

♪ And that is why the spring has sprung ♪

♫ the spring has sprung for hers and his ♫

♫ and that is why the sap has ris ♫

♫ the breezes buzzing ♪

♫ and roses is where roses never was. ♪

Subtitles By:
Mighty Mike

Ah, my friends, this is Paris.

g*y, beautiful, wonderful,
magnificent Paris.

Paris: The tender mother of romance.

Of love. Of amour.

Oh! But not all the love stories of France
begin in Paris. Oh, no, no, no, no.

There was one, for example, a quite
unusual one that began in the hot

sun-drenched region
in the south of France

in the province known as Provence.

The time is around
the turn of the century.

You call it the g*y nineties, no?

But that is beside the point.

This is the story of a little
female citizen of France

who is as beautiful and
as innocent as her name.

And her name is Mewsette.

No last name. Just Mewsette.

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette ♪

♪ My heart for you is one big throb. ♪

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette ♪

♪ My love for you is formidable. ♪

♪ Your smile starts the day ♪

♪ With a bright and g*y bonjour. ♪

♪ Your laugh is allée ♪

♪ And your voice is vive l'amour. ♪

♪ Buds bloom and breezes blow. ♪

♪ Love sings wherever you go. ♪

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette. ♪

♪ You will say enchanté ♪

♪ Once you met my poupée. ♪

♪ Mewsette ♪

Hay.

Hello, Jaune Tom.

Ah.. Ha-ha ha. Hello, Mewsette.

That was a very nice song
you were singing, Jaune Tom.

Please sing some more for me.

Ah Mewsette,

you know I can't sing it
when you're looking at me.

Tisk tisk tisk.

Amour, amour. Ah-mush!

Squeek, Squeek, Squeek.

Squeek, Squeek, Squeek, Squeek.

Squeek.

Squeek!

Jaune Tom! Jaune Tom!

Oh, Jaune Tom, you're wonderful.

Jaune Tom!

Jaune Tom!

Jaune Tom!

- Huh?
- Jaune Tom!

A moose! A moose!

I mean, a mouse.
It's as big as a moose.

- I-I mean, it's a whopper.
- A mouse?

Where? Where?

At the barn. Hurry! Hurry!

Come on, let's go!

Jaune Tom, you're a

clumsy country clod.

Humph!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Hey, Jaune Tom.

What are we going
to do with our mouse?

Huh?

We'll wrap it as a gift
and give it to Mewsette.

Mewsette.

Blah!

That's all I ever hear
around this place.

♫ Mewsette, Mewsette. ♫

♫ Hear them say, enchanté ♫

♫ and hurrah and hurray. ♫

♫ Une mois fois touché. ♫

♫ Ooh la-la! ♫

♫ ¡Olé! ♫

♫ So we say in France, ♫

♫ "Vive la France." ♫

♫ Vive la g*y Mewsette. ♫

But, my dear sister, how can you
continue to bury yourself on this farm?

I like it here, Jeunesse chéri.

I choose to live here.

And now, tell me about
this friend of yours in Paris.

Is he nice?

Oh, my dear sister, what manners.

So polished.

Not at all like the plebeian peasants
you would meet out here.

The peasants, they
are good and honest

and very happy.

Happy, on this pile of dust?

How can you allow yourself
to go to seed like a fat duck?

Ducks don't go
to seed, my dear sister.

Well, like a vegetable then.

That's what you are, Marie:
A cabbage, an artichoke.

True, Jeunesse, and vegetables
are happiest on farms.

But, darling, think of Paris.
Lovely, g*y Paris.

Have you forgotten the sidewalk cafés
and how we sipped champagne?

Champagne. That must be what
they call catnip in Paris.

How nice.

The button champignons sautéed
in butter with tiny shreds of ham.

Champignons.

I know what they are.

Mushrooms!

And delicious too.

And, oh my dear, the Champs-Élysées.

Champs-Élysées?

I wonder what they taste like.

Ah, what a lovely feline.

Too bad her beauty is wasted here.

Now, in Paris, she would be
perfumed and curled

and have a stunning coiffure.

We would go everywhere in style,
wouldn't we, chérie?

The Rivoli, Maxim's, The Place Pigalle.

Boating on the Seine with the music
of Paris surrounding and caressing us.

Oh, those nights. So
sparkling, so clear.

That each star becomes the glittering
point of a great blue diamond.

♪ Take my hand, Paris. ♪

♪ Share your dreams with me ♪

♪ Take my heart to mad Montmartre ♪

♪ Or buy me the Rivoli ♪

♪ Make me the belle of Place Pigalle ♪

♪ Siren along the Seine ♪

♪ Make me the ultra, ultra doll ♪

♪ Modigliani can claim as his mannequin ♪

♪ Pour your wine, Paris ♪

♪ Down it with c'est la vie ♪

♪ Let me hear lovers sighing ♪

♪ Quelle mam'zelle, ah, que belle ♪

♪ Show me the way to all my dreams ♪

♪ Through the claret at g*y Maxim's ♪

♪ Set my heart free ♪

♪ Let me be grand ♪

♪ And be seen hand-in-hand with Paris ♪

♪ Let me hear lovers sighing ♪

♪ Quelle mam'zelle, ah, que belle ♪

♪ Show me the way to all my dreams ♪

♪ Through the claret at g*y Maxim's ♪

♪ Set my heart free ♪

♪ Let me be grand ♪

♪ And be seen hand-in-hand with Paris. ♪

Mewsette!

Hey, Mewsette!

What's the matter?
Are you deaf or something?

No. I am not deaf or something.

Come on, come on. Read the poem.

Okay, okay.
You don't have to push.

A poem, dedicated to Mewsette.

To Mewsette, the prettiest
cat in all of France.

Yuch!

Hum?

All right, all right.
It's your poem.

Roses are red violets are blue.

Here is a mouse from me to you.

Signed, Jaune Tom.

Maintenant, je me couche pour dormir.
Je prie le seigneur de garder mon âme.

Jaune Tom! You take that horrid,
vulgar thing away from here this minute!

I've never been so insulted.

How dare you think that I would eat
such a coarse, plebeian thing.

But...

but cats like mice.

Perhaps so.

But I am not a cat,
I'll have you know.

You're not a...?

- You're not a cat?
- Not a cat?

I am a...

a feline.

A feline?

You're a fe... what?

I think she means a female, Robespierre.

And all felines really like
is champagne and champignons

and Champs-Élysées

and all I get on this farm
is mice and milk!

I feel like a cabbage that's gone
to seed. Like a fat duck!

Aw, gosh, Mewsette,
you're not as fat as a duck.

Oh, go away, you ple.. ple..

plebeian peasant, you!

I never want to see you again.

I wish I were dead!

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo! So do we.

Don't we, Jaune Tom? Jaune Tom?

Jaune Tom?

Now look what you've done,
you you old feline, you!

Plebeians!

Well, if you don't like us "p-p-plebleens,"
why don't you go away with her?

I'll bet she just lives
on "cham-pag-ne" and

"cham-pygmy-ons"
and "Champs-ulysses."

Why, Robespierre, that's a wonderful idea.
That's exactly what I'll do.

I'll go to Paris.

No more mice and milk for me!

Well, bon voyage, Mademoiselle feline.

Au revoir, Robespierre!
Take good care of Jaune Tom!

What do you know? She did it!

I must have a way with felines.

We're free! Yahoo! Free!

Free at last! Wow!

Well, you're a mouse.
You ought to know.

Why didn't she like you?

Je suis juste heureuse qu'elle ñ'a pas

Did you ever have any trouble
like that with your girl?

Oh. You are a girl.

Well, then tell me something
from the girl's point of view.

What's wrong with me?

Jaune Tom! Jaune Tom!

Where are you, Jaune Tom?

Over here, Robespierre.

You can come on back now.
Everything's okay.

You mean Mewsette?
Mewsette'll take the mouse?

No. She's left, Jaune Tom.
Took off.

Nothing but fun now
that Mewsette's gone.

What do you mean Mewsette's gone?

- She just went away in a carriage.
- Carriage?

What carriage?

The one that took her to Paris.

Well, why did she go to Paris?

All felines go
to Paris, I guess.

Come on, Jaune Tom.
Let's go mouse hunting.

Mewsette!

Mewsette!

Hey. Wait for me!

Mewsette! Come back, Mewsette!

For the last time, my lad,
if your friend arrived in that buggy

she has gone to Paris.

All right. I know that, I know that,
but where's Paris? What is Paris?

What is Paris?

Are you mad?

I mean, is it a school
or something for felines?

A school for felines?

No? Well, a village, maybe?

Yes.

That is what it is. A little village
a mile or two up the tracks.

And now, if you don't mind,
I do have work to do.

Well, thanks a lot.

. miles

Jaune Tom! Jaune Tom!

Pardon me, sir, but did you see?

He went thataway.

Gee, thanks.

Jaune Tom!

Un deux

trois quatre.

Un deux

trois quatre.

Un deux

trois quatre.

Un deux

trois quatre.

Good morning, Jaune Tom.

Nighty-night.

Oh!

I can hardly believe it!

I'm really on my way to Paris!

♪ Roses red, violets blue. ♪

♪ The rhyme is old, ♪

♪ But love is new. ♪

♪ When love is new, ♪

♪ The heart is young ♪

♪ And that is why ♪

♪ The spring has sprung. ♪

♪ The spring has sprung ♪

♪ For hers and his ♪

♪ And that is why ♪

♪ The sap has ris. ♪

♪ The breezes buzz ♪

♪ And roses is ♪

♪ Where roses never was ♪

♪ All the world, it ♪

♪ Loves a lover. ♪

♪ 'Cause a lover ♪

♪ Loves the world. ♪

♪ And that is why ♪

♪ Roses red, violets blue ♪

♪ Let me make this clear to you. ♪

♪ When you're in love, ♪

♪ It's always true, ♪

♪ The goldarn roses must be red ♪

♪ And violets must be blue. ♪

♪ All the world, it ♪

♪ Loves a lover. ♪

♪ 'Cause the lover ♪

♪ Loves the world. And that is why ♪

♪ Roses red, violets blue ♪

♪ Let me make this clear to you. ♪

♪ When you're in love, it's always true ♪

♪ The goldarn roses must be red ♪

♪ And violets must be blue. ♪

♪ All this simply means ♪

♪ Paris, I love you. ♪

Delightful.
- Oh!

Er.. delightful city, isn't it?

Oh oh, yes, sir.

Even more beautiful than
I dreamed it would be.

First trip to Paris?

Oh, yes.

Visiting relatives?

Oh, no.

I just up and decided that I'd vegetated
too long on that dreary farm

and that every girl should see Paris
and Jaune Tom is so dull

and I don't know anybody in Paris
and it's all so wonderful...

Oh.

Oh, but you must think I'm terribly bold
to talk this way to a stranger.

Not at all. I think your enthusiasm
is charming, and I'm not offended.

Oh, thank you. I just
know I'll be happy here.

Of course. But like any big city,
Paris has its pitfalls.

Oh, I realize that.
But after all, I'm...

I'm not exactly a kitten anymore.
I choose my friends very carefully.

And that's very wise, my dear.

Nevertheless, there are still a few
unscrupulous characters about.

- Oh, dear me.
-You need a friend, a sponsor.

Now, I...

But that would hardly
be proper, would it?

Mademoiselle! You cannot be inferring
that I would suggest anything improper.

Oh, dear, no. Oh. Please
forgive me. It's just that

I thought that my sister, one of
the most influential cats in Paris

might be persuaded to
take you under her wing.

Teach you all you need to know,
introduce you to.. society.

But of course, if you would
prefer to go it yourself

alone in a strange
city, by all means.

Oh, no, please.

I would love
to meet your sister.

Then it is settled.

Come along, my dear.

Huh!?!

Jaune Tom!

YOW!

What are we doing
down here, Jaune Tom?

L-Let's gg-go home b-bb-before
something happens to us.

I can't, Robespierre.
I have to find Mewsette.

Well, you look for Mewsette.
I'm gonna look for trains.

Is it much further to
your sister's shop, Monsieur?

No. It is just a little
further along this street.

Ah yes. Here we are, my dear,
the best in all Paris.

"Salon de Beaute Pour Felines.
Madame Rubens-Chatte."

Meowrice, how nice to see you again.

This is Mewsette, my dear sister.

Oh, isn't she pretty?

Any sister of Meowrice is a friend of mine.

Henrietta, you are my sister.

Sister!

Oh!

Oh! h* h*.

Oh, yes. Oh yes, of course.

She is an old dear
but a little absent-minded.

Imagine, not even remembering
your own brother!

Yes.

How silly of me.

Of course, I'm his sister.
I've been his sister for years.

Mewsette is new
to Paris, dear sister.

I have told her
of your wonderful salon

where you will make her
into the belle of all Paris.

Of course, dear brother.

Then she is all yours,
Henrietta.

You know what must be done.

Now, look here, Meowrice.

It's going to take time and money
to make a lady out of this.. cat.

So this time, I want
something in advance.

Don't rush things, my dear.

Just remember, time is on
the side of the scoundrel.

And you are the king
of the scoundrels.

Yes.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have
some business to attend to.

All right. Now listen carefully.

~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~ ~

So, I want one of you to keep
an eye on that girl at all times.

Is that clear?

As they say,

"Evil is the root of all money."

Money trees, that is.

Big green money trees.

♪ When preacher can't preach you ♪

♪ And teacher can't teach you ♪

♪ When angels can't reach you. ♪

♫ The Money Cat can. ♫

♪ We give social status ♪

♪ To countrified tomatoes ♪

♫ If you want kicks
and class and clothes. ♫

♫ Money cat knows where
the money tree grows ♫

♪ Beauticians will sleek you. ♪

♫ Fashion cats chic you. ♫

♫ Aristocrats seek you. ♫

♪ Man. ♪

♪ Man. ♪
♪ Man. ♪

♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪
♪ Man. ♪

♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪
♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪

♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪
♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪

♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪
♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪♪ Man. ♪

♪ And should that dream of glory ♪

♪ Be part of your plan. ♪

♫ If anyone can help you ♫

♫ The Money Cat can. ♫

♪ Money cat knows where
the money tree grows. ♪

♪ Mingle with the right folk. ♪

♪ Meet the bottle poppers. ♪

♫ Rub elbow with the elite. ♫

♫ And the big name-droppers. ♫

♫ If you got your heart set. ♫

♫ On moochin' with the smart set. ♫

♪ Money cat knows where
the money tree grows. ♪

♫ Get your picture painted ♫

♫ On the magazine cover. ♫

♫ You can have a palace ♫

♫ With the world your lover. ♫

♫ Money cat can buy up ♫

♫ Anyone who's high up. ♫

♪ We've got dicks ♪
♫ We've got dicks ♫

♪ and politics ♪
♫ and politics ♫

♪ and law ♪
♫ and law ♫

♫ In the palm of our paw. ♫

♫ The gendarmes may nail you. ♫

♫ The lawyers may bail you. ♫

♫ The judges may jail you. ♫

♫ Man. ♫

♪ So why be a flopola ♪

♪ With egg on your pan. ♪

♫ If anyone can save you, ♫

♫ The Money Cat can. ♫

Meow.

Gosh! We'll never find Paris
in all those buildings and things.

Yeah. There's a lot
of them, all right.

I told you it was a
wild-goose chase.

Come on. Let's go home.

No, Robespierre. I can't
go back without Mewsette.

Well, I can.

So long, Jaune Tom.

I'm gonna miss you, Robespierre.
Take care of yourself.

Take care of myself?
Who's gonna take care of him?

Without me, no telling
what'll happen to him.

Alone, friendless, far from home.

Well, don't just stand there.

Let's start looking.

Mewsette!

Mewsette!

Mewsette!

Mewsette!

Mewsette!
Mewsette!

Quiet! Stop that noise!

Go away, you silly
little pussycats.

- Get away from here!
- Scram! Go on!

Get those cats out of here!

Allez!

I don't know why she ever came to Paris.

I don't know why you ever came to Paris.

Your purr, my dear,
it's like a cement mixer.

But that's the way I purred
back home on the farm.

Well, it won't do here.

It must be refined, yet seductive.

Like this:

Purr.

Purr.

Purr.

Now try again and put
some throat into it.

Puggg.

Puggg.

Puggg.

Puggg.

Puggg.

Puggg.

Stop!

Oh, stop!

Oh, I'm sorry,
Madame Rubens-Chatte.

Being sorry isn't enough.
Now, look, child.

We don't want to disappoint
Meowrice, do we?

- Oh, no. I'll try very hard this time.
- Good.

Now, let's show him how
poised and gracefully

we walk with a bowl
of milk on our head.

Now walk towards me. Head erect.

Turn right. Left. Reverse.

Oh, look out!

Oh, no.

I'm a failure. I'll never be a Parisian.

I'm going back home!
Back with the peasants

- where I belong.
- No! No! Stop her! Stop her!

Stop her yourself.

Oh, my poor dear.

I know just how you feel.

Wouldn't you like to stroll on the
boulevard, stop at a sidewalk cafe?

And order Champs-Élysées, just once.

Of course, my pet.

Let us be g*y.
We shall do the town.

Viva la g*y Paris.

Do you feel better now, my dear?

Oh, yes.

Those sidewalk cafes
were so much fun.

And Paris is so beautiful!

And I feel so important
riding in a buggy and...

Oh, good heavens, Meowrice.
What are they doing?

Oh, them? Why, they are kissing, chérie.

- What's kissing?
- Kissing?

Why, kissing is..
like rubbing noses.

But do they only kiss in buggies?

Well, if you did away with buggies,
you'd stop half the kissing in Paris.

How strange. Why is that?

Because, my naive one, there is
nothing so romantic as a buggy ride.

♪ The birds will sing ♪

♪ From near and far ♪

♪ As we go a-trotting up the boulevard. ♪

♪ Papa won't scold, mama won't squawk ♪

♪ You're safe in a buggy ♪

♪ 'Cause the horse won't talk. ♪

♪ A horse may run ♪

♪ A horse may walk ♪

♪ But fortunately ♪

♪ The horse won't talk. ♪

♪ Let's smooch, smooch, smooch ♪

♪ And kiss, kiss, kiss. ♪

♪ No old gossip-puss will know of this. ♪

♪ Alors, why bolt? ♪

♪ Alors, why balk? ♪

♪ We can't have a scandal ♪

♪ 'Cause the horse won't talk. ♪

♪ A horse may swish ♪

♪ A horse may bray, ♪

♪ But all he'll ever say,
is neigh, neigh, neigh. ♪

♪ Clippy clop clippy clop ♪

♪ Life is sweet, chéri. ♪

♪ Spring is on it's way. ♪

♪ Snuggle up snuggle up ♪

♪ My petite chéri ♪

♪ This kind of love ain't hay. ♪

♪ So, let's not waste ♪

♪ The evening hush. ♪

♪ The winds may whistle
and the sky may blush. ♪

♪ But don't be a fuddy-duddy ♪

♪ And a gawk, ♪

♪ You can't lose nothing ♪

♪ 'Cause the horse won't talk. ♪

Oh.

Ah yes

here we are.

Oh! So soon?

Now, back to your lessons, my dear.

Goodbye, Meowrice.
And thank you!

How foolish I was.

I'll never think
of that dull farm again.

I tell you, Jaune Tom, it's hopeless.

Absolutely hopeless.

- She's probably miles from here.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose you're
right, Robespierre.

Well, come on then.

Let's go back to the farm.

Okay. Okay.

Now you're talking!

Yipee!

Robespierre, look!

Look what it says: "Felines"!

That's what Mewsette
said she was.

I'll bet they'd know
where she is.

Here we go again.

Jaune Tom!

Help, Jaune Tom!

Jaune Tom! Help!

Who is it, dearie?

There's no one here.

No one at all.

Help!

You know, Robespierre,

we're seeing parts of Paris
that the tourists usually miss.

Let's find our way out of here
and get back to that feline place.

Mr. Henry Phtt, Sand Box Rd.
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.

Dear Mr. Phtt:

At long last, I have found a bride for you.
With proper schooling now underway

she will be the most beautiful
and talented cat in the world.

I shall keep you informed
of her progress.

Your obedient servant,
Meowrice Percy Beaucoup.

P.S. I'm afraid that
the price we agreed upon

must, under the circumstances, be doubled.

There are other suitors.

Well, I'm off to mail this letter.

If you ever decide to marry,
boys, marry for love

of money.

SqueekSqueekSqueekSqueekSqueek
SqueekSqueekSqueekSqueekSqueek.

SqueekSqueekSqueek
SqueekSqueek Squeek.

Jaune Tom, you take that horrid,
vulgar thing away from here this minute!

Pardon me, my friend, but that was
the most remarkable exhibition

of "virtu-mouse-ity"
I've ever witnessed.

Virtu-what-sity?

Virtu-mouse-ity.

A little phrase I coined to describe
the incredible proficiency

you just displayed in
apprehending that rodent.

Obviously, it was too small.

Throwing it back was such
a noble gesture.

It is an imposition, I know, but it
would afford me great pleasure

if you would join me for a bite
of dinner and perhaps a sip of...

We accept! We accept!

Name's Robespierre, manager of him

Jaune Tom, the World's Greatest Mouser.

And now can we eat?

It would seem to be out of
our hands, eh, Monsieur.

What'll it be your pleasure
you're having, s'il vous plaît?

Monsieurs.

Aw.

Aw-er.

Milk.

Milk?

No, no. Let's really
live it up big, Jaune Tom.

Straight cream.

No, no, Messieurs.

On an occasion such as this,
we drink champagne.

Champagne, garçon.

Champagne for the greatest
mouse catcher in all France

and his manager.

Oui oui Monsieur.

One bottle of champagne,
hot off the ice.

Ah-choo.

Hey, it's made out of bubbles.

I just wanna tell you

that you're all a wonderful
bunch of gentlemen.

Everyone.

I saloosh

shaloot I salute you!

Vive la France.

♫ Bubbles, bubbles. ♫

♫ Oodles of bottles with bubbles. ♫

♫ Glasses refillable that shlop
up each syllable with ♫

♫ Bubbles bubbles. ♫

♫ Billions and billions of bubbles. ♫

♫ When life is bubbable ♫

♫ The whole world is loveable ♫

♫ Endurable and beauriful with ♫

♫ Bubbles. ♫

♫ Bubbles, bubbles. ♫

♫ Boodles of bottles with bubbles. ♫

♪ When you are mizzable ♪

♪ Just drink something fizzable with ♪

- ♪ Bubbles. ♪

- ♪ Bubbles. ♪
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♪ Bubbles. ♪

- ♪ Bubbles. ♪
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

♫ Billions and billions of bubbles. ♫

♫ Hearts are redooshable ♫

♫ And social and beaushiful with... ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

♫ Boodles of bottles with bubbles. ♫

♫ Bubbles that Paris sells ♫

♫ That swing you on carousels ♫

- ♫ Of Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Of Bubbles. ♫
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

- ♫ Bubbles. ♫
- ♫ Bubbles. ♫

♫ Billions and billions of bubbles. ♫

♪ Wishes are wishable ♪

♪ The whole world is kisshable. ♪

♫ Endurable and beauriful ♫

♫ With bubbles. ♫

Oh, mon Dieu. Mon Dieu.

What a head.

What a head!

Here?

What is this?

A turtle, perhaps?

A turtle with a hangover?

Uh?

A two-headed turtle? Impossible.

Where are you going, turtle?

What do you know?
This is no turtle.

It's just a small, bloodshot kitten.

Rowr ftt ftt ftt.

Oh, gently, gently, shipmate.

I won't harm your little friend.

You see, we three
are all in the same boat.

The same boat.

That is pretty funny eh?
The same boat, no?

Say... no. No, I guess not.

The truth is, we have been
shanghaied, shipmates.

Or catnapped, in your case.

And that means we have to work.

Jaune Tom.

It's all right, Jaune Tom.
We'll get back all right.

Oh, it's such a big
ocean, Robespierre,

bigger than all France.

Bigger than the whole world.

Sure it is, but you've never
given up hope yet.

I have now.

It's too big, Robespierre. We'll never
get back to find Mewsette.

It's not as big as you think, Jaune Tom.

Why, look. It's just
made up of little drops.

It's all how you look at it.

Honestly, Jaune Tom.

Jaune Tom?

♪ Little drops of rain ♪

♪ Little grains of sand ♪

♪ Make the mighty ocean ♪

♪ And the pleasant land ♪

♪ Little notes that sing ♪

♪ Little words that rhyme ♪

♪ Make the mighty memories ♪

♪ And the dreams of time ♪

♪ Never let a minute ♪

♪ Lie there on the shelf ♪

♪ For there may be in it ♪

♪ All of life itself ♪

♪ Little smiles of hope ♪

♪ Little drops of tears ♪

♪ Make this thing called love ♪

♪ Go dancing down the years ♪

Oh, there you are, shipmates.
I have good news!

We are headed for Alaska
and the gold rush.

We will strike it rich, my friends.

Then we will return
to Paris in style. Eh?

No time for games, little turtle.

The rain has stopped and I have work to do.

I must swab the deck, yes?

♪ Little notes that sing ♪

♪ Little words that rhyme ♪

♪ Make the mighty memories ♪

♪ And the dreams of time ♪

♪ Never let a minute ♪

♪ Lie there on the shelf ♪

♪ For there may be in it ♪

♪ All of life itself ♪

♪ Little drops of rain ♪

♪ Little rays of sun ♪

♪ Make the hopeful rainbow ♪

♪ Glow for everyone ♪

Dear Mr. Phtt:

According to your instructions,

I am having Mewsette's portrait painted

by the most famous artists in Paris.

Many of them are not yet
well-known in America

so please allow me to tell you
a little bit about each one.

Monsieur Claude Monet
might well be said to be

the father of the lmpressionist movement.

You will notice how Monsieur Monet
achieves a shimmering light

throughout the picture

and an impression of air and space.

A man of noble birth is Monsieur
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

who is perhaps best known for his
striking posters for the Moulin Rouge.

Pointillism is a highly individual style
developed by Georges Seurat

in which he creates his astonishing effects

by the clever placing of tiny dots

of paint next to each other.

Henri Rousseau is an ex-soldier
with no formal art training.

He is known as a 'primitive painter.'

with his vivid imagination

he is creating a charming
world of his own

where oranges grow on banana trees.

Amedeo Modigliani is a talented
young Italian painter

who shows great promise.

Sometimes his models have great
difficulty holding the pose for him.

A Dutch painter who has found
new inspiration here in Paris

is a man of violent temperament:
Vincent Van Gogh.

To achieve a strong emotional impact

he sometimes applies paint
directly from the tube.

Monsieur Edgar Degas frequently
uses ballet dancers as his models.

To arrive at his delicate
color harmonies

he often uses pastels
instead of oil paints.

Don't be concerned when you see
Auguste Renoir's portrait.

Mewsette has not gotten fat.

Monsieur Paul Cézanne
is an intellectual artist.

He is a masterful organizer of
color, composition and form.

His subjects often take on
the aspects of a still life.

The dynamic Paul Gauguin has
only recently returned from Tahiti

and his paintings show the influence
of the south sea islands.

Another young painter here
in Paris is a volatile spaniard

who shows every indication of
someday setting the art world afire.

His name is Pablo Picasso.

And so, hoping that you will enjoy them,
I ship these paintings on to you.

And tonight I am sending
the original article:

Mewsette herself.

Here. Mail this letter, Armond.

Now, I want no slip-ups.
The train leaves at midnight.

I'll be back shortly
with the belle of Paris.

I want you to see that she is
comfortably settled in her..

compartment.

I hope my little protégée is ready
for her great adventure, sister.

She is, but you don't
get her till I'm paid.

In full. No money, no Mewsette.

Very well, then.
I'll write you a check.

It's better than money.

Now, that's more like it.

It will be well worth it, Meowrice.

Mewsette is my greatest achievement.

My crowning glory!

For the sake of your dear
neck, I do hope so.

Ooh, how gallantly you
put your case, Meowrice.

No girl could resist you.

Judge for yourself whether
you're getting your money's worth.

Mewsette, chérie.

Yes, dear Madame Rubens-Chatte?

Why, brother. Don't tell me?

Momentary lapse, my dear.

Even cats are sometimes human.

Mewsette, my dear young friend,
you are beautiful beyond compare.

Thank you, Monsieur.
You are most kind.

Tonight I wish to speak to you
of something very personal.

I think you will agree
that before this night is over

all your dreams will come true.

Oh, Madame Rubens-Chatte,
isn't it wonderful?

I do thank you for making it all possible.

Purr.

Come, my dear. Paris awaits you.

And, dear Madame, may I say
everything that happens

is because of your faith in me?

I'll be back soon and tell you about it.

Don't wait up, sister.

It will be later than she thinks.

Oh...

I'm going to miss that
beautiful little thing.

Well, at least I've got
this check to cheer me up.

Huh???

What's hap...? What's happening?

Why, that double-crosser! That crook!
He used disappearing ink.

Do you know, if the opportunity arose

to do him a disservice

I might not be able to resist it.

Ah, the moon is beautiful
tonight, mon chérie.

Oh, yes. So romantic.

Step in here, my dear

out of the chill night wind.

What was it you wished
to tell me, Meowrice?

Tonight I wish to speak
of love and marriage.

You have thought of marriage, haven't you?

Yes, I...

- I suppose I have.
- Good.

Then I know just the one for you.

Here's his picture.
His name is Henry Phtt

of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.

You mean you want me to marry this...

This...

Fat, old...?

You are as bright as you
are pretty, my dear.

So please, get into the basket

like a good little bride-to-be.

- Who are they?
- Business associates, chérie.

Just get into the basket, and you
won't have to look at them anymore.

Into the basket? No!

Oh, no!

Yes! Oh, yes!

You are going to Pittsburgh
to marry that rich American.

Isn't that what you wanted?
Isn't that why you left the farm?

Yes. I mean, no.

I just...

I just want Jaune Tom.

Jaune Tom? You mean
the world's greatest mouser?

Why, old Jaune Tom's probably
in Alaska about now.

He is not. You're lying

just like you did
about everything else.

Call it a weakness.
Now get into the basket!

No! I won't! I'm not
going to marry anybody!

After her, boys!

Don't let her fall! I have
already paid the postage.

Ahhh!

Come down from there,
Armond, you idiot.

No time for second-story work tonight.

~~ ~~ ~ ~~~.

Well, why didn't you
say so, you epitaph?

Well, do you see her?

Hurry. Hurry!

You fools. Don't you see
those paw prints?

A-ha.

This should be easy.

Let's go.

She's not down here.
Back the other way!

There she goes!

Get rid of that dog,
you bumbling idiots!

Your whiskers tickle, cats.

And since I can't stand
to be tickled by no cats

I'm gonna tear your tails off
and have them for breakfast.

We understand your feelings, sir.

Nothing like cats' tails for breakfast but

back there, among those barrels, is a...

Rowr!

No! Please!

Let's talk this over.

After all I've done for you.
Taught you everything I know.

Made you despicable scoundrels
beyond compare.

And what happens? You meet
one little dog and I, Meowrice

have to save your miserable,
worthless lives.

Now, get out there and find Mewsette.

#@!!%#+%

Brave country, is it not, mes amis?

This weather, she's
a little nippy for cats.

You could call it "catnip weather."

Catnip weather, no?

No. Aw well, I am discouraged too.

We come for gold, we find cold.

I tell you what.

Let's join the Foreign Legion.

We go to Africa and get warm again, eh?

Mon dieu! Little turtle, look!

We've struck it rich!

Jaune Tom, we're rich!

We're rich!

Yeah! Wow! Whoopee! Yahoo!

We're rich! Now we can go back.

Yahoo!

Six weeks. Six whole weeks lost.

Never send kittens to do
a cat's job, I always say.

And now that I'm getting
these splints off my tail...

How are you, baby?

Good as new?

Now, then!

We are going out and find Mewsette

or there will be four new
violins in the world.

♪ The glamour's gone, the shades are down, ♪

♪ And Paris is only a lonely town. ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ When love's a laugh
and you're the clown ♪

♪ Then Paris is only another town ♪

♪ Dreary ♪

♪ For the lovers clown ♪

♪ This town's a weary merry-go-round ♪

♪ And round and round ♪

♪ The chestnut, the willow,
the colors of Utrillo ♪

♪ Turn to grey, grey hues ♪

♪ Band playing Vyse ♪

♪ Along the Champs-Élysées. ♪

♪ Sounds like wake up blues ♪

♪ Paris is a lonely, ♪

♪ Dreary, ♪

♪ Oh so lonely town ♪

♪ Where's that shining flower ♪

♪ 'Neath the Eiffel Tower? ♪

♪ Where's that fairy land of gold? ♪

♪ Isn't it a pity ♪

♪ That this magic city ♪

♪ Turned suddenly cold? ♪

♪ The chimneys moan ♪

♪ The river cries ♪

♪ Each glamorous bridge
is a bridge of sighs ♪

♪ River, river, won't you be my lover? ♪

♪ Don't turn me down ♪

♪ For Paris ♪

♪ Is such a lonely, ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ Town. ♪

Lovely view, eh, Mademoiselle?

Oh, no! Please!

If there was any other way,
I would have waited, Jaune Tom.

Nice fielding, team.

Come along. We'll take
the scenic route home.

Alright Robespierre, the first
thing we do is head for that

Madame what's her name's salon
la félines and they're

bound to know where she is.

Come on, let's go.

Don't worry, Jaune Tom,
I'm right behind you.

There it is.

- Where's Mewsette?
- She's in danger.

- Yes, I know, but.
- They've taken her to Meowrice's

- and I think she's still there.
- Thanks a lot.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Never mind the thanks.

Just give Meowrice my love
and then turn him inside out.

Now, hurry. Hurry!

Canned fish?

What won't they think of next?

Everything is packaged these days.

Even pretty girls, hmm?

~~~ ~~ ~~~.

What?

Jaune Tom? The Champion Mouser?

~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~.

At Madame Rubens-Chatte's?

~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~.

Quick, then. We must be off to the train.

Grab the handles.
Put your backs into it.

Get moving, you idiots.

All right, lads, the coast is clear.

Let's go.

Mewsette.

Mewsette!

Mewsette, where are you?

Don't worry, Jaune Tom,
I'll be right there.

Rrow. Ftt.

It's no use, Robespierre.

We're too late.

Nobody to rrow. Ftt. With?

Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Stop.

Look. There's a message.

Jaune Tom, I'm being
taken to the train.

Tears of gratitude, eh, chérie?

Just think, in a few hours,
you will be on a boat to America

and your new, old, rich husband.

Well, well, here are
your little friends

down to bid you goodbye.

What are we gonna do?

I'm too... pa... pooped.

Au revoir, my children.

Don't forget to write.

Hey. Hey, maybe if I...

Maybe if I imagine.

Mewsette?

- Mewsette, where are you?
- Jaune Tom!

Good work, gentlemen.

Yeow!

Stop him, someone.

Toss him out the door, boys.
He ought to make quite a splash.

Jaune Tom, help!

They've got Robespierre!

Too late, my dear.

Yeow!

Are you all right, Mewsette?
You look all right.

I mean, at least your eyes do.

If you'll let me out now, Jaune Tom,
I'll show you how I really look.

Sure, sure. What's the matter
with me anyway?

It doesn't really matter, though.

Why, Jaune Tom, that's the nicest
thing anybody ever said to me.

Oh, Jaune Tom, I've been such a fool.

Purr.

Jaune Tom, look out!

Rrow!

Ftt!

Ftt!

You keep out of it, Robespierre.

Grrr.

Rrow!

Ryow.

Fttt!

Jaune Tom, hold it!

- Stop.
- Huh?

"Mr. Henry Phtt.

Sand Box Rd."

Oh, yes. Good idea, Robespierre.

Now, you go to beddy-bye,
and when you wake up

you'll be on a boat going
to meet that rich husband.

Huh?

Right, Robespierre?

Please. Please don't say
anything more. I'm dying.

I'm dying, I tell you!

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette ♪

♪ My heart for you is one big throb ♪

♪ Jaune Tom, Jaune Tom ♪

♪ My love for you is formidable ♪

♫ With love here to stay ♫

♫ Every day's a g*y bonjour ♫

♪ My heart is touché ♪

♪ And the world is vive l'amour ♪

♫ Buds bloom and breezes blow ♫

♫ Spring sings wherever we go ♫

♪ Mewsette, Mewsette ♪

♪ You will say enchanté ♪

♪ Once you met my poupée ♪

♪ Mewsette ♪

♫ Buds bloom ♫

♫ Love sings wherever we go ♫

♫ Mewsette, Mewsette ♫

♫ Hear them say enchanté ♫

♫ And hoorah and hooray ♫

♪ Une mois fois touché ♪

♪ Ooh la-la ♪

♪ ¡Olé! ♪

♫ So we say en francais ♫

♫ Vive l'amour ♫

♫ Vive la gaie ♫

♫ Mewsette ♫

Subtitles By:
Mighty Mike