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 love it, son.
We live on a golf course!
-We look right over the ninth fairway!
-It's beautiful.
Beautiful.
Taxi!
What's a mouse have to do
to get a cab in this city?
You'll speak to George for me,
won't you?
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
some 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 little whiskers off.
Eleanor, you're not being rational.
Rational, summation.
Something about this is not right.
I just know it.
Look at them. They just fit.
So what? 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.
You love this car. I couldn't.
I want you to.
Thanks, George.
I wish you didn't have to go.
I'm gonna miss you.
I'll miss you too, George.
I had a bad dream.
I dreamt this sort of left us with real parents,
and never came back.
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
That's amore
Sing with me, Stuie.
When the world seems to shine
Like you had too much wine
You'll have to tell me your favorite
foods so I can fix them for you.
What for? You can't cook.
But I can learn.
We're a family now.
And there's adjustments
we'll have to make. Right, Reggie?
Right, Camille.
Well, here we are, Stuie,
the family home.
The family home.
The family home.
Mind you, this is
just our summer place.
Winter,