George?
I'll be back.
George, you know what?
Because we can't be in the race doesn't
mean our outing has to be ruined.
All boats to your marks.
Ready, and....
And the race is on.
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....
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.
-Look out!
That can't be good.
Look what that stupid mouse did!
He's not a stupid mouse.
You’re right. He's a stupid rat.
-Hey, come on.
-Get off me. Get off!
Something's wrong.
What's happening?
Who is that mouse anyway?
That's no mouse.
That's my brother.
Little high, Little low!
Little hey, Little ho!
Frederick, look at them.
You know what?
This calls for a picture.
What's wrong?
Well, it's just...
...you four look great together.
This is the happiest moment
of my life.
I feel 10 inches tall.
I'll get that.
-Mr. Little.
-Yes?
Down here.
Sorry to disturb you at your abode.
I hope we're not intruding.
My name's Reginald Stout.
This is my wife, Camille.
An extreme pleasure.
We're looking for Stuart.
Are you friends of his?
Well, not exactly.
-Fellow yachtsmen?
-Guess again.
Reggie, just tell them.
We're his parents.
Reggie, stop it!
It's so good to see you again, Stuart.
There's so much
we have to catch up on.
Why didn't you want me?
It shames me to say this, but you
weren't born into a prosperous home.
That's right.
We couldn't feed you, dear.
Couldn't feed him?
How much could he eat?
George, please.
Letting you go was
the toughest choice we ever made.
-It was?
-Yes.
But now we can be a family again.
Absolutely. Are these salted?
Dear.
The children.
George, Stuart, I think we need
to talk to the Stouts alone.
Don't worry. Mom and Dad
will take care of it.
I'm afraid there's been a mistake.
Stuart can't leave with you. He's--
-One of the family.
-Exactly.
You may feel like he's family,
but he'll never really be family.
You may not realize it,
but I'm sure he does.
There's something you'll never be able
to give him, because you're human.
It's a place that
you can never fill.
An empty space.
Mom...
...Dad, you want me to leave?
No.
Dear, we just want
what's best for you.
But Stuart lives here.
George, come on.
This is hard for all of us.
This stinks!
I don't understand.
I thought I was in a fairy tale.
Fairy tales are made-up stories.
This is real.
This is about where you belong.
Please come home, Stuart.
Your feel home.
You’re gonna love it, son.
We live on a golf course!
-We look fight over the fairway!
-It's beautiful.
Beautiful.
Taxi!
What's a mouse have to do
to get a cab in this city?
Will you speak to George for me?
I'd hate to say goodbye
to a basement door.
Of course.
Taxi!
Yo, taxi!
Time to go, Stuart!
Goodbye.
We love you.
I love you too, Mom.
Mrs. Little.
Boy, that looks heavy.
You need help with that?
Camille?
Frederick, let's do something.
What?
Let's just make them go away.
We’re bigger than they are.
We'll say, ''Go. Shoo.''
We'll scare their whiskers off.
Eleanor, you’re not being rational.
Rational, shmational.
Something about this is not fight.
I just know it.
Look at them. They just fit.
So? I have shoes that fit
and I hate them! As Stuart’s mother--
But you’re not.
She is.
Wait!
I want you to have this.
Not the roadster, George.