dear. I'm dumped on a boat.
I'm on a garbage barge. I got to get off.
Hello there!
I'm over here! On the barge! Can you hear me?
Help!
I'm not supposed to be here!
I need to get off!
Help me!
Help!
Rita, hi. I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd pick up the boys.
- George and Will?
- George and Stuart.
George is here, but I haven't seen Stuart.
But he slept over here last night.
No.
George!
What are you going to do now?
Which way's Canada?
This is terrible.
I just want to go home.
I know a Little is supposed
to always see a silver lining.
Maybe this means I'm not really a Little.
Maybe I'm just Stuart Nobody.
Stuart Nothing.
There is no silver lining!
Oh, no. What have I done?
My plane.
My plane!
The silver lining! This is it!
- All right, George, where is he?
- And this time, the truth.
I'm not sure.
It is never okay to lie to your parents.
Is it okay to break a promise to your brother?
It's wrong to promise your brother
that you'll lie to your parents.
Listen to the tone of my voice.
Tell us where Stuart is.
It was a promise. Brother to brother.
George, I understand. I have a brother.
But if he was in danger, that would
matter more to me than the promise.
How would we all feel if anything
happened to Stuart?
He's at the Pishkin Building.
- Dad.
- What?
- Am I in trouble?
- No, son. You're in big trouble.
- Mom, Dad, I'm really sorry.
- You should be.
For all we know, Stuart could be out there now,
lying face down with his...
Or, he could be fine.
We don't have to assume the worst.
After all, it's not the Little way.
Yes, you're right. He could be puttering home
right now in his shiny little car.
Smiling and happy.
His whiskers fluttering in the breeze.
- Mom.
- Yes, George.
I don't think he's puttering home.
Who would do this?
Tiny little vandals.
That miserable falcon!
From this day forward, I vow revenge.
If that falcon were here right now,
I'd rip his throat out.
I'd scratch his face off. I'd...
Snowbell, that's him.
Don't hurt me.
Kill the bird, not me.
I'm going to be falcon poop.
Well, well, well. The canary is out of her cage.
And how nice. She's brought
a friend for dinner.
Too bad I don't like canned food.
Snowbell, get out!
Can't. Stuck. Too fat!
Don't do it, Falcon. Or else!
Do what? What's he doing?
Or else what?
Or else you'll lose this.
Put that down, Margalo.
I'm through doing what you tell me to do.
I'm leaving you, Falcon, forever.
Oh, and what do you think you'll be without me?
Free.
Big mistake. I'll be back for you, Fur-ball.
Don't hurry!
- Stuart! You're alive!
- So far!
Where'd you get the plane?
A garbage dump.
Sorry I asked.
- I hope we're not too late.
- Keep your eyes peeled. He could be anywhere.
Careful now. One step at a time.
That's it. You're going to make it. Yeah!
I'm alive. I'm alive.
Stuart! Is that you? Take me with you!
What about me? How will I get down from here?
I think this is it. Turn here.
Okey-dokey. No problem.
Hey, look! It's Stuart.
Stop the car!
Stuart!
Look at that bird. He's bigger than me.
We got to save him. Come on.
It's the Littles. I'm saved!
Wait! It's me!
Follow that flying mouse.
- No problem.
- Hey-Little, Ho-Little...
... Hoo-Little, Hey-Hottle, Ho-Wottle, Wo-Wittle.
There he is!
If we get out of this,
I'm sticking to painting and dancing.
Hey, lady! Get out of the way!
He's closing in.
Oh, my goodness.
Keep it running.
Okey-dokey. No problem.
- Stuart!
- He can't hear you.
I think we lost him.
Going up?
Frederick, I feel so helpless.
A mouse needs to know his limitations.
Stuart! Pull up!
I can't! It's stuck!
Well, try harder!
Margalo! Get out! Save yourself!
No, Stuart! If we go, we go together!
Stuart! Pull up!
- Pull up, Stuart!
- Stuart, pull up!
You should've stayed
in your little hole, Mouse-boy.
Stuart, we can't outrun him.
Then we'll just have to face him.
It's too dangerous. I won't let you do it.
But I have to