and all hopped up on catnip.
Quit being a scared-cat.
You wanna get rid of the mouse?
Of course I do.
All right, then.
Hey, Smokey!
Smokey, It's me. It's me, Monty.
What is it?
Well, my friend Snowbell here
needs a favor.
Snowbell?
There's a manly name.
You see, sir, I've got this mouse
at home I can't eat.
Sensitive stomach?
No. I can't eat him, because
he's a member of the family.
A mouse with a pet cat?
Isn't that funny?
That's not funny.
That's sick.
A cat can't have a rodent
for a master.
I mean, It's against
the laws of nature.
Word of this gets out,
it'll be bad for cats all over.
Can you help me?
Consider it done.
Did you hear that, Monty?
Thank you, Mr. Smokey, sir.
I'll never forget this. Really.
Don't worry, Tinkerbell.
I'm all over it.
Tinkerbell. He called me Tinkerbell.
- You're a funny guy.
- Whatever.
Jeez, house cats.
He'll keep this hush-hush?
You kidding? Cat's got his tongue.
Get it?
Cat's got his tongue
because he's a cat.
- Shut up.
- Okay.
Ahoy, fellow yachtsmen.
And welcome, everyone,
to the 92nd annual...
...Central Park Boat Race...
...undoubtedly model racing's
most prestigious event.
Children from all over New York
gather here every year...
...to see whose boat will prevail.
Who will win the race and take home
the magnificent trophy?
- Anchor up?
- Check.
- Stays all battened?
- Check.
- Rudder?
- Check.
- Sail?
- Check.
They're doing checks.
George, Stuart,
would you like a hot dog?
Check.
And from Manhattan's
Upper West Side...
...the Wasp,
piloted by George Little.
Everything appears to be in shipshape.
But to be on the safe side,
I'll check the hull for leaks.
Oh, no. Anton.
Gee, George, what did you do?
Get that out of a cereal box?
I'm glad you're here, George.
Someone's gotta finish last.
I don't like that child.
All set to get under way.
It's time to get those boats
in the water and grab your remote.
Stuart, get the remote.
Aye-aye, captain.
Doesn't she look great?
Are you okay?
- Maybe we should go home.
- Why?
I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
You don't have lucky underwear.
Maybe we should get some
and then come back for another race.
Listen, I know how worried you are
about losing, believe me.
But you know what we say?
The thing that matters...
...is to never stop trying. Okay?
That's the spirit.
Everyone to your places.
The race is about to start.
Where's Stuart?
Look out, sir!
Stuart, are you hurt?
- What happened?
- It was my fault. I couldn't grip it.
Nice going, Captain Loser.
George, wait.
Oh, honey.
Everything will be all right.
No, it won't.
Maybe we could fix it.
A little glue. Who'll know?
Mom.
This is awful. Our first family outing.
I ruined everything.
Well, you know, Stuart...
...these things happen.
But what about George?
I'll be right back.
George, you know what?
Because we can't be in the race doesn't
mean our family outing has to be ruined.
All boats to your marks.
Ready, and....
And the race is on.
I think we should just go home.
The sails are full and--
There's a mouse on that boat?
What are you doing?
Sailing. I hope.
Stuart, come back here.
- I can't.
- Why not?
I don't know how!
The players are jockeying
for position.
Frederick, I don't like this one bit.
Your mother doesn't like this.
I'm okay, Mom!
Go, Stuart!
Tighten the mainsail!
What's a mainsail?
Move!
Come on, Stuart!
- Gee, George, you all done crying?
- Yeah.
- You all done being a jerk?
- No.
Don't worry, George!
I won't let you down!
Away those boats are sailing....
Frederick, what if he falls?
Remember, he's quite a fine swimmer.
That's cheating. You can't do that.
Well, I just did.
Oh, dear.
- What is he doing?
- I think he's hiking out.
Hope that mouse can swim.
- Wasp is taking the lead.
- Stuart, look out!
That can't be good.
Look what that stupid mouse
did to my sail.
He's not a stupid mouse.
You're right. He's a stupid rat.
- Hey,