- 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, 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.
Very sorry to disturb you
at your lovely 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'll never be able to 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, Stuart.
This is real.
This is about where you belong.
Please come home, Stuart.
Your real home.
You're gonna