Nothing....
It's the first time I've fit in
since I got here.
What's that?
Oh, that.
That's the Wasp.
She is beautiful.
-But she's not finished.
-When are you gonna finish it?
Well, me and my dad were building her,
but I decided to stop.
How come?
I'm too little for a face like that.
Little? You’re not little.
Well, not to me.
You've never seen one of these faces.
There's hundreds of people there.
Everybody from school.
I mean...
...what if you lost?
At least you'll have been somewhere.
Come on, George. What do you say?
Let's get started.
You know...
...l'm not sure I want a brother.
How about a friend?
I guess I can always use a friend.
-George?
-Yes, Dad?
Have you seen Stuart?
He's down here with me.
What are you doing to him?
He's helping me finish the Wasp.
That's wonderful, son.
That's terrific.
Can't face her like this.
Right, George?
Right.
-When's the next race?
-Two days.
Two days?
We'll be ready.
-Let's all go together.
-A wonderful idea.
-That would be great.
-All of us together.
The whole family.
The whole family.
I'm telling you, Snowy,
this guy can fix anything.
But they're alley cats: mean,
vicious and all hopped up on catnip.
Quit being a scaredy-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 favour.
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 seems shipshape.
But to be on the safe side,
I'll check 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, could you 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