Monty, you can't eat him.
- Please.
No! Now, pay attention.
What do you know about a bird called Falcon?
Falcon? Oh, that's a bad guy.
You don't want to fool with him.
Where would we find him?
You don't want to find him.
You don't want anything to do with him.
Trust me.
He'd eat you so fast you'd be falcon poop
before you could yell for help.
Falcons are vicious.
They grab you by your neck and carry you
so high, you can't even see the ground.
Then they drop you. And when you land,
they drink what's left through a straw.
Snowbell, are you all right?
Oh, yeah. In fact, good news:
I no longer need a litter box.
Mop up on aisle three.
Stu, listen.
This whole thing has been a groove and a gas...
...but it's important to know when the fun's over.
You don't want to be that last pathetic person
who leaves a party.
I told you. I'm not giving up.
We're going to find the falcon.
All right, then. It's your funeral.
Okay, listen. Listen carefully.
The falcon lives across the park...
...at the very tiptop of the Pishkin Building.
Not many people go up there.
And even fewer return.
Well, here we are, Snowbell. This is it.
"Salmon, catfish, tuna."
Why do they taunt me?
How can you think of food at a time like this?
Stay on track, will you?
I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I eat.
Because I know in my growling gut
if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed.
I'm sure they already know we're gone
and plan to replace me with a hamster.
Don't worry. George has us covered.
George?
George doesn't know poop from applesauce.
And I say that with a great deal of affection.
- Hello, Little residence.
- Oh, George. I'm glad you answered.
Who is it? Can you speak louder?
George, it's me, Stuart.
Where are you? How are you? Did you
find her? Are you all right? How's Snowbell?
When'll you be home?
Mum 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, we'll be home by dinner.
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?
Are you still there?
Is that Stuart?
Let me think. Yeah.
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?
It's okay. 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 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.
You 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 not ask her yourself, Whiskers?
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