Stuart.
Stuart, where are you? How are you? Did you
find her? Are you all right? How's Snowbell?
When'll you be home? Mom and Dad
are asking lots of questions.
So are you.
I only have a second. I just want you
to know that we're on the trail...
... and with any luck at all, we'll be
home by dinner time. And, George...
- ...thanks for covering for me.
- Sure.
But where are you?
Now, listen closely.
We're at the Pishkin Building.
Please deposit $0.35 for the next five minutes.
- Snowbell, I need more change.
- What do I look like, a fanny pack?
Stuart, Stuart, are you still there?
George, is that Stuart?
Let me think. Yeah.
Well, where is he? I thought
he was coming home.
He is. Later. He and Will just
need to rehearse some more.
In fact, I just left him at Will's.
Hello, Mrs. Little. Is George home?
- Will, I found it!
- Found what?
- The calculator.
- The calculator?
- Will, where's Stuart?
- Stuart?
It's all right. She knows about the play.
It's supposed to be a surprise.
I had to tell her so she'd know Stuart's
at your house. We're going back over there.
Oh, yeah. Right. It's going to be great.
I just need to get the calculator?
- To figure out how long to rehearse.
- It's a very complicated play.
- Come on. Let's go.
- See you later, Mrs. Little.
George, don't forget you two
have a soccer game later.
We'll meet you there!
I can't handle this. I'm too stressed.
All this lying. I've never lied before.
That's why she believes you.
- Boy, are we in trouble.
- "We"?
Yeah, "we." He didn't spend the night
rehearsing at my house.
What are you planning to do,
Mighty Mouse, scale the wall?
I'll think of something.
So long, Snowbell!
You've got guts, kid.
Guts and spunk.
Not to mention moxie.
You've got guts, spunk and moxie.
Okay. Here we go.
All right, Falcon. Hand her over
and nobody gets hurt.
Margalo, uou up here?
Is anybody here?
I'm here.
I came for my friend Margalo.
If you've hurt her, I'll...
- You'll what?
- Tell me right now. Is she all right?
Why don't you ask her yourself,
Whiskers? Margalo?
Margalo, run!
Fly away while I've got him covered.
What are you waiting for?
This kid's priceless. Tell me,
Cheese-face, does this sound familiar?
"Oh, my wing. I don't think I can fly."
What are you talking about?
I can't drill through the wood. She
scammed you. She played you like a harp.
Margalo, what does he mean?
Okay, now it's getting sad.
Maybe this will clear things up.
My mom's ring.
I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.
But, Margalo, why?
Don't be upset, Mouse-boy.
She has conned smarter than you.
Or did you think you were special?
A real friend?
I didn't lie about that, Stuart.
You are my friend.
Then come with me.
She's not going anywhere.
Oh, yes, she is.
Was that your best shot?
Now, let me show you mine.
Don't hurt him, Falcon!
I won't hurt him. The sidewalk will!
Can't we talk this over?
No! Stuart!
Let me go! No, Falcon! No!
A few days in here should provide you
with an attitude adjustment.
Stuart, what have I done?
I'll bet something terrible has happened.
The Littles will kill me.
I know, I'll bring home another mouse
in a snazzy outfit...
... teach him to drive a sports car
and pass him off as Stuart.
Who am I kidding?
I have to get up there. But how?
I hope I live to regret this. Ooo!
Stuart? Yoo-hoo?
Stuart? Come out, come out wherever you are.
Please don't jump out from behind anything.
Remember, I have a strong stomach
but a very weak heart.
Here, Mousie-Mousie.
Snowbell? Is that you? Is that really you?
- Margalo? Where are you?
- In the can.
Oh, okay. I'll wait.
No, in the paint can.
Why are you in there?
Is this some kind of trick?
Just get me out.
Is Stuart in there, too?
No, Snowbell, he's dead.
What? Stuart is dead?
Falcon killed him.
No. He can't be, he's...
I was supposed to protect him.
I wish it was me who had been killed.
Really?
No. But I am very unhappy!
Oh,