matter?
I just wanted to ask you something,
but you were already asleep.
-What did you want to ask?
-About my real family.
You know, the ones I look like.
He hates us.
We've never been hated before.
No, it's not that.
It's not that at all.
It's just that...
...something's missing.
I feel an empty space inside me...
...and I want to know
what was there before.
You have an empty space.
That's so sad.
Oh, dear. I hope I haven't left you
dismayed and disappointed.
-No, don't, no.
-No.
We don't feel dismayed
and disappointed.
Not at all.
Are you sure?
We're certain, Stuart.
And if you want us to, we'll find out
about your real parents.
Well, good night then.
Out of the question.
It's against the rules.
Besides, it's very hard
to track mouse families.
They're not very good with paperwork.
But he has an empty space.
Are there problems with Stuart?
Problem--? No, not at all.
-Well, there's been a few....
-Difficulties.
Difficulties?
Well, like the cat trying to eat him
when we first brought him home.
He spat the boy out, of course,
in one heck of a jiffy.
Mrs. Keeper....
He wants to know about his family.
Any child would have
questions about that.
Yes.
Hey, Snow?
I know that you and I
got off on the wrong paw.
I just wanted to see
if we could start out fresh.
You know? Clean slate.
What do you say? Wanna be friends?
No.
Okay then.
He's playing with my head.
He's trying to psych me out.
Sick little rodent!
Snow, let me in! I'm starving!
What's in the dish today?
Oh, no. Monty the Mouth.
If he sees Stuart, it'll be
all over the neighbourhood.
Go away! There's no food.
Please.
I'm not picky,
as long as it ain't meat loaf.
That stuff gives me gas
something awful.
Sorry, it's meat loaf.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Load me up and light a match.
No, Monty. Stop.
You don't wanna do that.
I eat from garbage cans,
drink from public toilets.
Like a little gas will bother me.
No, wait. Don't!
Oh, great.
What am I gonna tell him now?
Monty, I can explain.
Explain what?
Explain that you should
stuff your face.
Oh, thanks.
I don't wanna rush you,
but you have to leave.
The Littles are due back, and they
don't like strange cats in the house.
Not that you're strange.
Snow, what's wrong with you?
Nothing.
You’re the one acting strange.
What is it? Worms? Fleas?
Yeah, you look pale.
Maybe you should see a vet.
A vet? What a swell idea.
Do you know one?
I'm not happy with mine.
He makes us wait,
and his hands are cold.
What was that?
What was what?
What was that--
What?
Well, I hate to eat and run.
No, please. By all means, run.
Run like the wind!
Phew, that was gross.
Snow, I almost forgot to thank you.
What the...?
Oh, no.
Oh, my pants.
They're putting
some wild prizes in there.
Hello. You must be
a friend of Snowbell's.
-I'm Stuart.
-Aren't you gonna run?
Why?
Because you're a mouse.
I'm not just a mouse.
I'm also a member of this family.
A mouse with a pet cat.
A mouse with a pet cat!
I guess that is pretty funny.
Pretty funny?!
I'm gonna wet my fur!
A mouse with a pet cat!
Your new little master.
Wait till the boys hear about this.
The humiliation.
I'm gonna kill you!
Come back here!
All fight. No more Mr. Nice Kitty.
You!
You can't go in there.
That's George's room!
Come back. Come on out.
I won't hurt you.
I just wanna show you something.
What are you doing here?
I just thought I'd drop in.
Did you build these?
Me and my dad.
This is incredible. It's like
being in a real live Western.
Howdy, partner.
Draw, you lily-livered, yellow-bellied
son-of-a-one-eyed prairie dog.
I'm trying to concentrate.
Sorry.
Is that a train?
What's it look like, picklehead?
Could we play with it?
Please, please, please?
Help! Somebody help me!
Help! Please!
Somebody help me!
-Thank you very much. Thank you.
-You’re crazy.
I have an idea.
Hop in.
A roadster.
Go ahead, check it out.
Stuart, what's wrong?