we live in a crawlspace above
a delicatessen. You like corned beef?
-How's it prepared?
-Prepared?
It drops out of a fat guy's mouth,
we grab it and run.
Sounds like an acquired taste.
Acquired taste? I love this kid!
Your new bedroom, Stuart.
We hope you like it.
Well, good night. Sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
I'm serious about those bedbugs.
Keep an eye open.
It's very kind of you
to check on us like this.
Actually, I had something to tell you.
But first, how are things going?
It's been difficult.
Difficult?
No, very difficult.
Very difficult?
Worse.
Worse than very difficult?
-Yes, it's been almost...
-Unbearable.
Just the word I was looking for.
Maybe this isn't a good time then.
You see, I came over
to give you some news.
What type of news?
They had an accident.
Who?
Stuart's parents.
My goodness.
Well, are they all right?
No. They didn't make it.
Oh, no. Oh, my!
-What happened?
-Well, apparently...
...they were grocery shopping,
canned-food aisle.
There was an unsteady pyramid of cans
and it collapsed.
Took three bag boys to dig them out.
They had to identify them
by their dental records.
Oh, how horrible!
Cream of mushroom soup.
Two-for-one sale.
That's a very heavy soup.
How is Stuart taking it?
Well, he doesn't know.
You mean no one's told him?
Does he have to know?
Six months after they don't come back,
won't he wonder where they went?
But they've been gone for years.
Years? How is that possible?
Because they died years ago.
Which part is confusing you?
Stuart's parents
took him away three days ago.
Three days ago?
Stuart's parents died in a tragic cream-
mushroom-soup incident years ago.
I just told you.
We have to take this up
with the police.
Mrs. Little?
I'm Detective Sherman.
This is my partner, Detective Allen.
We understand your son is missing.
Thank you for coming.
We would like to take information.
Certainly.
Name?
Our name?
Are you missing?
No.
The boy's name.
- Stuart.
- Stuart Little
Last seen?
In the back of a roadster.
Heading toward the park.
- Height?
- 3 inches.
- Weight?
- 6 ounces
- Wait!
- 6 ounces.
Now! Wait!
I mean stop!
Let's get back to the height.
3 inches.
3 inches?
Do we mention he is a mouse?
No, I don't think so.
They know about the Stouts!
-The jig is up! What will we do?
-Get a hold of yourself.
I'm in big...!
I'm in deep poopy-do!
Calm down. Calm down.
Don't get your fur in a bunch.
All we need is a new plan.
We do what we should've done
in the first place.
We scratch him out.
Scratch him out?
But, Smokey!
The police are involved. I don't
wanna get kicked out of my house.
I'm not a street cat.
I'm a house cat.
I don't wanna lose my furry basket
or my tinkle ball!
Buddy, pull yourself together.
It's settled.
Stuart Little gets scratched tonight.
Okay. Very good.
Mr. and Mrs. Little,
you'll have to come downtown.
Turn on the left.
Anything?
No.
Next group.
Detective Sherman, what are our
chances of seeing Stuart again?
You want it straight?
-No.
-Absolutely not.
Well, in that case...
...Stuart's probably home right now
waiting for you.
Maybe we should hear it
a little straighter than that.
In a case like this...
...if the kidnappers
have not called by now...
...then they're not
interested in money.
-What are they interested in?
-Kicks.
Exactly.
It's my guess these two sickos...
...are on some kind of cross-country
mouse-killing spree.
Well, thank you.
You can kiss this boy goodbye.
Thank you.
It's over. The things I've seen.
Phil, where is that book
on the grisly photos?
Believe me,
you don't want to see this.
It'll only take a second.
Right off the bat. Look at this one.
This one kept me awake for weeks.
What did they want?
Where's the boy?
Oh, no.
Stuart, wake up.
-Get dressed.
-Why?
-We're taking you for a ride.
-Where are we going?
Some friends of ours have gathered
to meet you.
A gathering? What should I