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 mum'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!
A few days in here should provide you
with an attitude adjustment.
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.
Stuart? Yoo-hoo?
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, 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 neighbourhood.
I thought I'd get the boys.
- George and Will?
- George and Stuart.
George is here, but I haven't seen Stuart.
But he slept 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
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.
- Mum, 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.
- Mum.
- 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...
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