Well, what if the occasion were
a simple family party?
I think I have just the thing.
There they are.
George?
Shopping.
-Everything all right in there?
-Don't come in.
Shy.
How do I look?
-Fantastic. I hardly recognize you.
-Very smart.
You look just like a Little.
I do?
Good.
I was worried I was gonna look
just like Ben.
Hi, auntie.
Crenshaw!
Frederick!
Little high, Little low.
Little hey, Little ho!
We come bearing gifts
for young Stuart.
Yes, where is my new nephew?
The Little family's getting
bigger and bigger.
Boy.
That's a lot of Littles.
Uncle Crenshaw!
There's my favorite little nephew.
You can't say that anymore, Crenshaw.
Right. Now we have two
favorite little nephews.
Where is the lad?
He has a lot of gifts to open.
Are any of those for me?
Attention, everybody. We'd like to
introduce you to someone.
This is Stuart.
Hello, everyone.
-He's a, a...
-...dorable!
-Adorable.
-Yeah, that's right.
I couldn't think of the word.
Oh, Stuart, look.
Look at that.
This is a real Schmelling.
-Those are the best kind.
-You know what they say:
-"If it ain't Schmelling..."
-"It ain't bowling."
Look here, Stuart.
Climb on up here, son.
Plant your caboose right up here.
He may have to grow into it.
I think he's grown a little
since we've been here.
That's what happened to me.
One summer, I just shot right up.
May I say something?
In the orphanage, we used to tell
fairy tales...
...of finding our families
and having a party like this.
A party with cakes and presents
and all varieties of meat loaf.
A party with a big family who came
from far away just to wish us well.
I don't know much about families...
...but this must be the nicest family
in the world.
So I just wanted to thank each of you.
Because now I know...
...fairy tales are real.
Fairy tales are real?
I think I'm gonna cough up a furball.
Now it's time for
the best present of all.
It's something for you and George.
Stand next to Stuart.
This is something that gave
your father and me...
...hours of enjoyment when we were
young brothers...
...just like you and Stuart.
This ball...
...belonged to your
great-great-grandfather...
...Jedediah Little.
Remember, Frederick,
those long summer days playing catch?
Take your brother outside
and toss around the old horsehide.
Yeah, what do you say, George?
You ready?
Are you all nuts?
Bicycles and bowling balls?
How's he gonna toss a baseball?
How's he gonna do any of those things?
He's not my brother. He's a mouse.
-Time to go.
-Excellent idea.
What Darling?
- I was just wondering if...
- The party was a horrible mistake.
No, if there was any cake left?
Cake?
That's what I was thinking, too. Cake!
- Maybe you should...
- Talk to George?
Check the refrigerator.
- What if we just...
- Horrible parents?
I was gonna say silently over reacting.
Fredrick, we are trying to get strangers.
Oh, the way he just came right up and said it:
"He is not my brother. He is a stinking mouse."
He didn't say "stinking". Exactly.
He was thinking it.
What, what? Where?
Did I hurt you? What's the matter?
I just wanted to ask you something,
but you were already asleep.
-What did you wanna 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