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T-Rex & Rainforest Cafes – Paying for Just the Food?
I’ve read and watched lots of people give reviews of Walt Disney World restaurants. Some are good while others are negative. And that’s fine – I don’t expect everyone to like every restaurant, that’s not normal. However there are always two restaurant ‘reviews’ that stick out to me: Rainforest Cafe at Animal Kingdom & Downtown Disney, and T-REX Cafe at Downtown Disney.
Why do these reviews stick out? Simply because in every review, these restaurants get rated somewhat poorly because of two reasons: the price is too expensive, and the food quality isn’t that good. Sure this is totally true (even though T-Rex’s quesadillas are really good) – but I don’t think the food is all you’re paying for at these two dining spots.
I think you’re also paying for the theming experience. Think about it. Would you pay the same amount for a park ticket to Magic Kingdom as it is now even if no rides were themed and all attractions were simply put in a row and inside cement buildings? I wouldn’t.
If these two restaurants had no theming to them, the experience would be dull. No matter how good the food, if there’s no decorations, you’re bored. The food may not be exceptional at these two places, but I think the extraordinary theming work done here completely makes up for it.
Sure other dining places around the World are themed, but these two top everything as far as theming goes. Nothing compares (maybe other than San Angel Inn).
What do you think? I want to know if you think the price at these two places includes theming or not. Also, is the food really that bad? How’s the theming in your opinion? Let me know in the comments!
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wdw4christians 8:21 pm on January 13, 2010 Permalink |
It really is all about the theming. We took our girls to the Rainforest Cafe this last summer and they had wonderful time. The food might not be amazing but it’s good and the setting is amazing.
Matt 6:59 am on January 14, 2010 Permalink |
I agree. It’s a great place for any kids. I see some walk in and their jaw just drops. =)
Glenn 6:17 pm on January 14, 2010 Permalink |
I love these restaurants! The food isn’t great, but it isn’t bad either. Critics feel the need to be critical, thats their job. If they said the same thing about everywhere, they wouldn’t have a job.
I like the rainforest ribs – nice. The experience you get from these two is worth twice the food.
Talking about poor downtown eateries, Planet Hollywood is not good at all! The other two are jewels in comparison!
Matt 6:33 pm on January 14, 2010 Permalink |
Well I didn’t mean critics, simply people visiting the parks – fans or not. I love the restaurants, too!
You should try the T-Rex quesadillas – they’re incredible.
Never been to Planet Hollywood, and I guess I won’t be going any time soon. Thanks for the heads up!
Thanks for sharing, Glenn. Appreciate it! =)
AJ 7:42 pm on January 19, 2010 Permalink |
I went to t-rex for the first time on the last trip, and I have to say, I hope I was paying for something other than the food 🙂 It wasn’t bad food, but it was pricy. The rooms were cool to explore, to be sure!
Great article topic — very interesting to hear others’ thoughts about the “entertainment restaurants.”
Matt 7:59 pm on January 19, 2010 Permalink |
Haha agreed, AJ.
The food is not at all bad, just fairly expensive for the quality you get.
The rooms are the best part! Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed the discussion. 🙂
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Brad 10:51 pm on January 24, 2010 Permalink |
We made Rainforest a yearly must-do for years at Disneyland. You said it perfectly Mtt, when you said the food quality isn’t good for the price. You also were dead on though, when you point out the theming value. The first trip, I never really paid much attention to the price… we were all having way too much fun getting caught up in the whole show. But I have to say, after 6 years of Rainforest, I am paying more attention to the check more than the show. It is great, but IMO it loses its luster after a couple years. Now it’s just overpriced mediocre food to me. Defnitely worht it the first time…. hands down.
Matt 3:46 pm on January 25, 2010 Permalink |
It is worth the price the first time, but you’re right in saying after a few years it becomes an unnecessary expense.
Thanks for sharing Brad!
Angie 11:33 am on January 25, 2010 Permalink |
I agree that you are paying for the theming.. I just think that, unless maybe you have children who are absolutely in love with it, there’s no reason to pay for that theming more than once. I also find the quality of the servers can be very hit and miss. Our one T-Rex experience was horrible and our second Rain Forest visit left a lot to be desired. The first visit was a lot more fun though, getting to see it all for the first time.
Matt 3:42 pm on January 25, 2010 Permalink |
Angie I completely agree. Since these two restaurants aren’t owned by Disney, I find that the quality in servers isn’t as good as you would expect. Nor is the food. You’re right – the first time you go it’s thrilling!
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Carlos 11:50 pm on January 25, 2010 Permalink |
You don;t have to eat at T-Rex to see the rooms. Just walk in, either tell the host/hostess that you want to look at the menu and look around, or just walk around to look.
This works best at off times – not at normal meal times.
After looking at T-rex, go to Earl of Sandwich for a great low cost meal.
Matt 10:15 am on January 26, 2010 Permalink |
Good tip Carlos! I have done this before…just forgot to mention it. And plus you’re free to take pictures without buying a meal too.
Thanks for mentioning that. =)
Rosa Owens 2:32 pm on April 20, 2010 Permalink |
I love Rainforest Cafe, and food is pretty good, it all depends on what you order even though I have eaten at a few Rainforest Cafes and loved every minute of course inclues the ambiance and the gift shop is good, find the sale items. I will try T-Rex when we return in October for my grandson I am sure will love it!
Matt 5:37 am on April 21, 2010 Permalink |
I agree the food is pretty good, Rosa. Definitely try T-Rex! Get the quesadillas – they’re really great. 🙂
myname@example.com 3:19 am on June 10, 2013 Permalink |
Disney Classic Animated Feature
ARISTOCATS
script (version 1.0)
Disclaimer: This script is taken from numerous viewings of the
feature and is not an official script by all means. Portions of
this script are copyrighted by Walt Disney Company and are used
without permission.
THE CAST
(in order of appearance)
Opening Song Vocals Maurice Chevalier
Madame Adelaide Bonfamille Hermione Baddelay
Edgar Roddy Maude-Roxby
Duchess Eva Gabor
Berlioz Dean Clark
Frou-frou Nancy Kulp
Georges Hautecourt Charles Lane
Marie Liz English
Toulouse Gary Dubin
Roquefort Sterling Holloway
Napoleon Pat Buttram
Lafayette George Lindsey
Driver (milkman) Pete Renoudet
Amelia Gabble Carole Shelley
Abigail Gabble Monica Evans
Chef (le Petit Cafe):
Uncle Waldo: Bill Thompson
Scat Cat: Scatman Crothers
Italian Cat: Vito Scotti
English Cat: Lord Tim Hudson
Russian Cat: Thurl Ravenscroft
Chinese Cat: Paul Winchell
Driver (postman):
Mac (postman):
OPENING CREDITS
Walt Disney Productions presents
the Aristocrats
“The Aristocats” sung by Maurice Chevalier
[Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse in pencil animation run throught the screen,
Toulouse stops, takes away the letter R from the title and pushes the right
part of it back. the title now reads]
the AristoCats
Color by Technicolor
Story: Larry Clemmons
Vance Gerry
Ken Anderson
Frank Thomas
Eric Cleworth
Julius Svendsen
Ralph Wright
Based on a story by Tom McGowan and Tom Rowe
Directing Animators:
Milt Kahl
Ollie Johnston
Frank Thomas
John Lounsbery
Production Design
Ken Anderson
Voice Talents:
Phil Harris O’Malley
Eva Gabor Duchess
Sterling Holloway Roquefort
Scatman Crothers Scat Cat
Paul Winchell Chinese Cat
Lord Tim Hudson English Cat
Vito Scotti Italian Cat
Thurl Ravenscroft Russian Cat
Dean Clark Berlioz
Liz English Marie
Gary Dubin Toulouse
Nancy Kulp Frou-Frou
Pat Buttram Napoleon
George Lindsey Lafayette
Monica Evans Abigail
Carole Shelley Amelia
Charles Lane Georges
Hermione Baddeley Madame
Roddy Maude-Roxby Butler
Bill Thompson Uncle Waldo
Character Animation:
Hal King
Eric Larson
Eric Cleworth
Julius Svendsen
Fred Hellmich
Walt Stanchfield
Dave Michener
Effects Animation
Dan MacManus
Dick Lucas
Songs:
“The Aristocats” Richard M. Robert B.
“Scales and Arpeggios” and
“She Never Felt Alone” Sherman Sherman
“Thomas O’Malley Cat” Terry Gilkyson
sung by Phil Harris
“Ev’rybody Wants To Be A Cat” Floyd Huddleston
and
Al Rinker
Music George Burns
Orchestration Walter Sheets
Production Manager Don Duckwall
Sound Robert O. Cook
Film Editor Tom Acasta
Assistant Directors Ed Hansen
Dan Alguire
Music Editor Evelyn Kennedy
(c) Copyright MCMLXX – Walt Disney Productions – All Rights Reserved
Layout Don Griffith
Basil Davidovich
Sylvia Boemer
Background Al Dempster
Bill Layne
Ralph Hulett
Produced by Wolfgang Reitherman
Winston Hibler
Directed by Wolfgang Reitherman
Paris 1910
THE SCRIPT
[During the Opening Credits and for a little while through the beginning of
the movie a song is sung by Maurice Chevalier]
Which pets’ address is the finest in Paris?
Which pets posess the longest pedigree?
Which pets get to sleep on velvet mats?
Naturellement, the Aristocats!
Which pets are blessed with the fairest forms and faces?
Which pets know best all the gentle social graces?
Which pets live on creme and loving pats?
Naturellement, the Aristocats!
They show aristocatic bearing when they’re seen upon an airing
And aristocatic flair in what they do and what they say
Aristocats are nevver found in alleyways or hanging around
The garbage cans where common kitties play
Oh, no!
Which pets are known to never show their claws?
Which pets are prone to harly any flaws?
To which pets do the others tip their hats?
Naturellement, the Aristocats!
Aristocats, ils sont toujours, meme quand ils font un petit tour
Toujours precieux la ou ils vont ils sont fiers d’leur education
Dedaignant les ruelles, ils preferent les bars aux poubelles
Dont se contentent, trop vulgaires les chats d’gouttiere
Ah, poisse!
Quels “Miaou” reprouvent les gros mots?
Quels chats chouchous s’estiment sans defauts?
Et d’vant qui les aut’chats tirent leur chapeau ?
Mais naturellement…
Mais naturellement, voyons,
Mais naturellement,
Les Aristocats !
[By the time the song ends, we see Madame Adelaide Bomfamille riding in a
coach with Duchess and the kittens. The music from the song continues
untill the coach comes to stop and Madame leaves it]
Madame: Marie, my little one, you are going to be as beautiful as your mother.
Isn’t she, Duchess?
Duchess meows
[Toulouse climbs on Edgar’s hat, stepping all over his face]
Madame: Careful, Toulouse! You’re making it very difficult for Edgar.
[Edgar takes the kitten down and slows down the coach]
Edgar: Whoa, Frou-frou, whoa. Steady, girl.
Madame (getting out of the coach): Thank you, Edgar.
[Frou-frou neighs]
Oh. Of course, Frou-frou, I almost forgot
[she gives Frou-frou something which she starts chewing on]
Edgar: Madame, uh– may I take your parcel, Madame? It really is much too
heavy for you, Madame.
Madame: Now, tut-tut, Edgar. Don’t fuss over me.
[Kittens meanwhile play around Frou-frou’s legs.]
Duchess: Berlioz, come back here. Haven’t you forgotten something, darling?
Berlioz: Thank you, miss Frou-frou, for letting me ride on your back.
Frou-frou chuckles: You are quite welcome, young man.
Berlioz: How was that, Mama?
Duchess: Very good, darling, that was very nice.
Madame from the front door: Come along, Duchess, kittens, come along
Oh, and Edgar, I’m expecting my attorney, Georges Hautecourt.
You remember him, of course.
[She leaves and Edgar says for himself:]
Edgar: Of course, Madame. How could anyone forget him?
{cut to street, an old half-broken car with sputtering and backfiring engine
comes closer and stops at Madame’s door}
Georges (singing) Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
(he gets out of the car): Oh.
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de–
(he almost falls down): Oops! Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh?
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
(he enters the house): Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
Edgar: Ah, good day, sir. Madame is expecting you, sir.
[Edgar takes the scarf from his neck]
Georges: Evening, evening, Edgar.
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
(he throws his hat on Edgar’s head)
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
Edgar: Oh, another ringer, sir. You never miss.
Georges (walking upstairs): Come on, Edgar. Last one up the stairs is
a nincompoop.
Edgar: Could we take the elevator this time, sir?
Georges: That bird cage? poppycock! Elevators are for old people. Oops!
[he almost falls, but Edgar catches him]
Edgar: Oh, uh– may I give you a hand, sir?
Georges: You haven’t got an extra foot, have you, Edgar?
[He starts laughing]
Edgar: That always makes me laugh, sir. Yes. Every time.
[Now they both almost fall]
Whoa! Oh! Let go of my cane!
Careful, sir. Oh please! I’m frighfully sorry, sir!
Georges: Don’t panic Edgar. Upward and onward! Whee!
Edgar: Oof!
Georges: Am I going too fast for you, Edgar?
Edgar: Oh please, sir, hold on!
{dissolve to Madame before a large mirror}
Madame: There now, Duchess. That’s better. We must both look our best for
Georges. He’s our oldest and dearest friend, you know.
[She pets Duchess, who meows once, then knock on the door interrupts]
Madame: Come in.
[Edgar steps in, panting, with his pants falling down]
Edgar: Announcing… Monsieur.. Georges… Hautecourt!
[Georges walks in and the kittens start playing with him]
Madame: Oh, my goodness, Edgar. I know it’s Georges.
Georges: Adelaide, my, my dear.
Madame: So good to see you, Georges.
[She stretches her hand for Georges to kiss it, but he mistakingly kisses
Duchess’ tail]
Georges: Ah, still the softest hands in all of Paris, eh?
[Duchess smiles, covering her mouth with paw]
Madame: You’re a shameless flatterer, Georges
[Berlioz is spinning the hand of an old patephone and Habanera from Carmen
starts playing]
Georges: Adelaide, that, that music, it’s from Carmen, isn’t it?
Madame: That’s right. It was my favorite role.
Georges: Yes, yes! It was the night of your grand premiere that we first met,
remember?
Madame: Oh, indeed I do.
Laywer: And how we celebrated your success! Champagne, dancing the night away.
[he starts to dance, humming the tune from Carmen, then he takes Madame to
join the dance]
Madame: Oh, Georges!
[Madame and Georges dance for a while, Madame is also holding Duchess, Marie and
Toulouse are playing around their legs, Berlioz is spinning on the vinyl disk
jumping over the needle at each turn, untill he fails. He yelps, needle
scratches the disk and stops]
Madame: Oh, thank goodness, just in time.
[She sits on a sofa, tired]
Ah, Georges, we’re just a pair of sentimental old fools
[In the background, Marie jumps on the sofa before Toulouse does and glances at
him like she won, Georges keeps dancing in the room]
Now, Georges, do be serious. I’ve asked you to come here on a very
important legal matter.
Georges:Wha–? Oh! Splendid! Splendid!
[He sits behind a table]
Who do you want me to sue, eh?
Madame: Oh, come now, Georges, I don’t wish you to sue anyone. I simply want
to make my will.
[Georges puts on very strong glasses and makes serious face]
Georges:Will, eh? Will. Well. Now, then, who are the beneficiaries?
Madame: Well, as you know, I have no living relatives,
[We see that, through a long hose in the wall, Edgar is listening from his room]
And naturally, I want my beloved cats to be always cared for. And
certainly no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Edgar.
Georges: Edgar? Adelaide, you mean to say you’re leaving your vast fortune to
Edgar? Everything you posess? Stock and bonds? This– This mansion?
Your country chateau? Art treasures, jewels and–
[Edgar is smiling, dancing and sending kisses to the listening tube]
Madame: No, no, no, Georges, to my cats.
Georges:To your cats?
Edgar gasps: Cats?
Madame: Yes, Georges. I simply wish to have the cats inherit first. Then, at
the end of their life span, my entire estate will revert to Edgar.
Edgar: Cats inherit first! And I come after the cats. I, me, after– no.
It’s not fair! Ooh! I mean, each cat will live about 12 years.
I can’t wait. And each cat has nine lives, that’s four times twelve
multiplied by nine times. No it’s less than that. Anyway, it’s much
longer that I’d ever live. I’ll be gone. No. Oh, no. They’ll be gone.
I’ll think of a way. Why, there are a million of reasons why I should!
All of them dollars. Millions. Those cats have got to go.
[he tears his pants, taking them on]
{dissolve to the kittens, running from outside towards the door}
Berlioz: Wait for me, wait for me!
Marie: Me first! Me first!
[All three get stuck in the small door for the cats cut in below of the
front door of the house]
Toulouse: Why should you be first?
Marie: Because I am a lady, that’s why.
[she jumps on the floor]
Toulouse: Huh. You are not a lady.
[Berlioz catches Marie by the tail]
Berlioz: You’re nothing but a sister!
Marie: Oh! I’ll show you if I’m a lady or not.
[Berlioz runs after Marie, Toulouse hides under a chair]
[Berlioz gets Marie and starts tickling her]
Marie: Stop tickling!
Toulouse: Get her, Berlioz! Het her!
[Now Marie chases Berlioz, Toulouse climbs on the table]
[Marie pulls Berlioz by the ribbon he has around the neck]
Berlioz: Fight fair, Marie!
Toulouse: Females never fight fair.
[Toulouse occasionally makes a candle fall off the table, it hits Marie’s head]
Marie: Ow! Now that hurt! Mama! Mama!
[Duchess enters]
Duchess: Marie, darling. Marie, you must stop that. This is really not ladylike.
[Marie lets Berlioz go]
And Berlioz, well, such behaviour is most unbecoming to a lovely
gentleman.
Berlioz: Well, she started it.
Marie: Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.
[Berlioz sticks tongue at Marie]
Duchess: Berlioz, now, don’t be rude.
Berlioz: We were just practicing biting and clawing.
Duchess (fixing Marie’s bowtie): Aristocrats do not practice biting and clawing
and things like that — it’s just horrible!
Toulouse (from the table): But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat.
[he jumps on the floor, snarling and hissing, and then licks his lips]
Duchess laughs: Now that will do. It’s time we concerned ourselves with
self-improvement. Now, you want to grow up to be lovely, charming
ladies and gentlemen. Now Toulouse, you go and start on with your
painting.
Toulouse (standing up): Yes, Mama.
[He then walks to his painting place, hissing along the way]
Marie: Mama, may we watch Toulouse paint before we start our music lesson?
Please?
Duchess: Well, yes my love, but you must be very quiet.
[Toulouse is mixing the oils, dripping some on the floor so that Berlioz has to
jump aside]
Toulouse: Oops! Uh-oh..
[Then Toulouse clears throat, mutters something and starts painting]
Aha… Yeah!
Marie giggles: It’s Edgar!
Berlioz: Yeah. Old picklepuss Edgar!
Duchess laughs: “Old Picklepuss”? Now, now, Berlioz, that is not kind. You
know Edgar is so fond of all of us and takes very good care of us.
{dissolve to Edgar holding a jar of “Sleeping Tablets”}
Edgar sings: Rock-a-bye, kitties, bye-bye you go
La la la la, and I’m in the dough
Oh Edgar, you sly old fox.
[He prepares some food, after emptying into it all of those tablets, humming
rock-a-bye baby along the way. After it’s ready he takes a spoonful and almost
tastes it]
Oops! Oh, dear! A slip of a hand and it’s off to dreamland. I say,
that’s not at all bad. “Slip of the hand, dreamland”
{dissolve to Duchess and kittens}
Duchess: Now, let’s leave Toulouse to his painting. Now dear, you go to the
piano and run along. Both of you, go ahead.
Marie: Yes, Mama.
Berlioz: Yes, Mama.
[Berlioz jumps at Marie while they walk there]
Duchess: It’s time to practice your scales and your arpeggios.
[Berlioz runs to the keys, but Marie pulls him down by the tail]
Berlioz: Ow!
[Marie quickly runs up, hitting keys, and takes place on the edge of the piano
to sing. Berlioz, seeing that she is ready, sits down and starts
demonstratively cracking knuckles on each finger on both forepaws and then
hindpaws]
Marie: I am ready, maestro.
[Berlioz runs the keys so that Marie’s tail which was hanging inside the
piano gets hit]
Marie: Oh! Mama! He did it again!
Berlioz whispers: Tattletale!
Duchess: Now, Berlioz. Now, please, darling, settle down, and play me your
pretty little song.
Berlioz: Yes, Mama.
[He starts playing]
Marie sings: Doe me so doe doe so me doe
Every truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales and your arpeggios
(catching breath) And the music ringing from your chest and not your nose
While you sing your scales and your arpeggios
Berlioz: If you’re faithful to your daily practicing
You will find your progress is encouraging
Doe me so me doe me so me fa la so it goes
When you sing your scales and your arpeggios
Marie: Doe me so doe–
[Berlioz plays out of rythm so she has to wait]
[Toulouse with his paws in paint, joins Berlioz on the piano]
Duchess and Marie: Doe me so doe doe so me doe
Doe me so doe doe so me doe
Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show
Like a tree, ability will root and grow
Duchess, Marie, Toulouse: If you’re smart you’ll learn by heart
what every artist knows
Duchess, Marie: You must sing your scales
Duchess, Marie, Toulouse: And your arpe-e-e-gios!
[Berlioz and Toulouse are duelling on piano, making ending for the song,
untill they bump into each other and fall on the keys. Edgar enters]
Edgar: Ah, good evening, my littles ones.
[He walks in, humming ‘rock-a-bye-baby’, carrying dishes with the sleep
drug he made]
Your favorite dish, prepared a very special way. It’s creme de la
creme a la Edgar. Sleep well. I-I mean, eat, eat well, of course.
[He departs, cats are eating the Creme in silence, enjoying the meal.
Roquefort comes out of his mouse-hole, sniffs, and appears with a cracker]
Roquefort: Ahem! Good evening, Duchess. Hello kittens.
Marie: Hello, Roquefort.
Toulouse: Hi, Roquefort.
Duchess: Good eveving, monsieur Roquefort.
Roquefort (sniffing): Mmm! Something smells awfully good. What is that
appetizing smell?
Marie: It’s creme de la creme a la Edgar.
Duchess: Won’t you join us, monsieur Roquefort?
Roquefort: Well, yes. I-I mean– well, I don’t mean to interrupt, but–
but it so happens that… I haevv a cracker with me.
Berlioz: Come on, Rodeford, have some
Roquefort: Oh, thank you. Don’t mind if I do
[He dips his cracker in Berliozes dish]
Just a few dunks.
[He eats half of the cracker]
Mm. Ooh. Very good. My compliments to the chef.
Marie: Mm! This is yummy!
Roquefort: Mm.. Delicious!
[He finishes the cracker]
Double delicious! This calls for another cracker. I’ll be right back.
[Berlioz yawns, Roquefort goes slower, yawns, and falls asleep]
Roquefort: So, that’s… creme… de la creme… a la Edgar.
{fade to right outside the house, Edgar comes out with a basket with the cats.
He takes his motorcycle and carries them away from Paris}
{cut to windmill, backfiring of Edgar’s motorcycle wakes Napoleon}
Napoleon: Lafayette. Hey, Lafayette.
[Lafayette shows up from hay]
Napoleon: Lafayette!
Lafayette: Hey, I’m right here!
Napoleon: Listen. Wheels approaching.
Lafayette: Oh, Napoleon, we done bit six tires today. Chased four motorcars
and a bicycle and a scooter.
Napoleon: Hush your mouth!
[he raises an ear]
Two-cylinder, chain drive, one squeaky wheel on the front, it sounds
like.
[they start walking]
Now, you go for the tires, and I’ll go right for the seat of the
problem.
Lafayette: How come you always grab the tender part for yourself?
[Lafayette steps on his own ear and falls down]
Napoleon: ‘Cause I outrank you, that’s why. Now stop beating your gums and
sound the attack!
[Lafayette barks]
Napoleon: No, that’s mess call!
Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh?
Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know.
Lafayette: Okay, let’s charge!
[Lafayette lunges forward and falls flat because Napoleon stands on his tail]
Napoleon: Wait a minute, I’m the leader! I’m the one that says when we go.
Here we go. Charge!
[the dogs attack Edgar, he loses the basket with cats, during the chase both
dogs get into his motorcycle]
Edgar: Nice doggy! Nice doggy! Heel, roll over, play dead!
[Now dogs have the motorcycle all for themselves]
Lafayette: This sure beats runnin’, Napoleon.
[The motorcycle breaks apart, more comic chase scenes untill Edgar gets on the
main part of the motorcycle and the dogs have the passenger seat]
Lafayette: Step on the gas, Napoleon!
Napoleon: I got her wide open!
{Edgar escapes, pan to Duchess lying under a bridge}
[Thunderclap wakes her up]
Duchess: Oh! Oh, where am I? I am not at home at all. Children, where are you?
Answer me! Berlioz? Toulouse, Marie, where are you?
Marie: Here I am, mama.
Duchess: Marie, darling, are you all right?
Marie: Uh, I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed.
Duchess: Now Marie, darling, don’t be frightened.
Berlioz (off-screen): Mama! Mama!
Marie: That’s Berlioz.
Duchess: Over here, darling. Berlioz, here we are. And don’t worry, everything
is going to be all right.
Berlioz (wet and miserable): I’m coming, mama. Gee, I’m cold and I’m w-wet.
[Frog croaks]
Berlioz: Mama?
[Frog croaks loud]
Berlioz (frightened): Mama!
[He runs to Duchess]
Duchess (laughing) Oh, darling. That’s only a little frog, my love.
Berlioz: But he had a mouth like a hippolotamus.
[Frog croaks and Berlioz snugs to Duchess. Marie giggles]
Berlioz: Oh, what’s so funny?
Duchess: Now, now, darlings. Darlings, now you just stay here, and I’ll go and
I’ll look for Toulouse.
[she walks away from the basket and two kittens]
Toulouse! Toulouse, where are you?
Marie: Toulouse!
Marie and Berlioz: Toulouse!
[Toulouse shows up from the basket]
Marie: Toulouse!
Toulouse: Hey, what’s all the yellin’ about. huh?
Berlioz: Why didn’t you answer?
Marie: Mama! He’s been here all the time.
Duchess: Oh, thank goodness. Oh, are you all right?
[Duchess grooms Toulouse]
Toulouse: I was having a funny dream. Edgar was in it. And we were all riding
and bouncing along–
[Frogs croak]
Frogs? Uh-oh, it wasn’t a dream. Edgar did this to us.
Duchess: Edgar? Tsk! Oh, darling, but that– why, that’s ridiculous.
Berlioz: Yeah, maybe you fell on your head, Toulouse.
[Another thunder]
Marie: Mama, I’m afraid! I wanna go home.
Duchess: Now, now, my darling. Don’t be frightened.
[Loud thunder makes Duchess scream a little]
Oh dear, oh dear! Let’s get into the basket, all of us.
Toulouse: What’s gonna happen to us?
Duchess: Well, darlings, I– I just don’t know. It does look hopeless,
doesn’t it?
Berlioz: I wish we were home with Madame right now.
Duchess: Oh. Poor Madame. She will be so worried when she finds us gone.
{cut to Madame at home, wakened by thunder}
Madame: Duchess? Kittens? Oh, my gracious! I had the most horrible dream about
them. Thank goodness it was only a dream. Oh dear, what a terrible
night. Now, now, my darlings. Don’t be frightened. The storm will
soon pass.
[She opens a curtain to see the basket gone]
Oh! Oh, no! They’re gone!
[She runs out the bedroom]
Duchess? Kittens! Duchess! Where are you?
[Roquefort shows up from his hole]
Madame: They’re gone! They’re gone!
Roquefort: Duchess, kittens, gone? Why, that’s terrible! But where? Why?
Good heavens! Anything could happen to them on a night like this!
Get- get washed down a storm drain, struck by lightning. Oh, they’ll
need help. I’ve just got to find them.
[He runs out of the house]
Duchess! Kittens! Duchess! Kittens! Kittens!
{Fade to morning, O’Malley walks singing and his song wakes up Duchess}
O’Malley: I like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with a big backbone
I’m Abraham de Lacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O’Malley
O’Malley the alley cat!
I’ve got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that’s green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin’ off my eclat, yeah!
[He sees Duchess looking at him]
Tellin’ my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
That I’m
Abraham de Lacy
Guiseppe Casey
Thomas O’Malley,
O’Malley the alley cat!
Duchess laughs: Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe
O’Malley: Well of course. I’m the only cat of my kind.
I’m king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of the avant-garde
They world is my backyard
So if you’re goin’ my way
[Kittens wake up and peek from the basket]
That’s the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home
In Paris
Magnifique, you all
Toulouse: Oh boy! An alley cat!
Marie (hushing him with a paw): Shh! Listen!
O’Malley continues: I only got myself
And this big old world
But I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don’t worry what road to take
I don’t have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It’s the road of life, make no mistake
For me,
yeah, Abraham de Lacy,
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O’Malley
O’Malley the alley cat!
That’s right, and I’m very proud of that.
Yeah!
Duchess laughs and claps: Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent.
O’Malley: Oh thank you. And what might your name be?
Duchess: My name is Duchess.
O’Malley: Duchess. Beautiful. Love it. And those eyes.. ooh. Why your eyes
are like sapphires, sparkling so bright, they make the morning
radiant.. and light.
Marie: How romantic..
Berlioz: Sissy stuff!
Duchess: Oh, c’est tres jolie, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite
Shakespeare.
O’Malley: Of course not. That’s pure O’Malley, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah.
I got a million of ‘em.
Duchess: Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble.
O’Malley: Trouble? Helping beautiful dame– uh, damsels in distress is
my specialty. Now, what’s the hang-up, your ladyship?
Duchess: Well, it is most important that I get back to Paris. So if you would
be just so kind and show me the way.
O’Malley: Show you the way? Perish the thought! We shall fly to Paris on a
magic carpet, side by side,
[Marie runs out of the basket]
with the stars as our guide, just we two.
Marie: Ooh, that would be wonderful!
O’Malley: Three?
[The other kittens run up]
Four. Five!
Duchess: Oh yes, monsieur O’Malley. These are my children.
O’Malley: Oh, how sweet.
Berlioz: Do you really have a magic carpet?
Marie: And are we really gonna ride on it?
Duchess: Now, now, Marie.
Marie: Mama, do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too?
O’Malley: Hoo-ooh, did I say that?
Duchess: Yes. Right off your cuff.
Berlioz: And you said we’re gonna ride on your magic carpet.
O’Malley: Well, now, uh– what I meant, you see, I–
Duchess: No poetry to cover this situation, monsieur O’Malley?
O’Malley: What I had in mind was a kind of a sports model, baby. You know,
one of those–
Duchess: Perhaps a magic carpet built for two?
Marie: I wouldn’t take up much room.
Duchess sighes: I understand perfectly, monsieur O’Malley. Well, come along,
darlings.
Marie sighes.
Toulouse hisses: I’m a tough alley cat too.
O’Malley: Hey there! You’re comin’ on. I’ll bet you’re a real tiger in your
neighborhood!
Toulouse: Yeah, that’s ’cause I practice all the time.
Duchess: Now, now, Toulouse, come along, dear.
Toulouse: Yes mama.
O’Malley: See ya around, tiger!
[Toulouse leaves, hissing every few steps]
O’Malley to himself: Now that’s quite a family. And come to think of it,
O’Malley, you’re not a cat, you’re a rat. Right? Right.
[He runs after Duchess and kittens]
Hey! Hey, hold up there.
Duchess: Yes, monsieur O’Malley?
O’Malley: Now look, kids. If I said magic carpet, magic carpet it’s gonna be.
And it’s gonna stop for passengers right… here.
[He draws a cross with a claw]
Berlioz: Oh boy! We’re gonna fly after all!
Duchess: Another flight into the fantasy, monsieur O’Malley?
O’Malley: No, no, no, baby. Now you just hide over there and you leave
the rest to J. Thomas O’Malley.
[He jumps up a tree]
Toulouse: Quick, mom, get in here.
Duchess: But, children
Toulouse: Hurry up, mama
Berlioz: Hurry
[A car approaches]
O’Malley: One magic carpet coming up.
Duchess: That’s a magic carpet?
[O’Malley jumps at the windshielf and screeches]
Driver: Sacre bleu!
[The car stops]
Sapristi! Stupid cat! Brainless lunatic!
[He starts the car]
O’Malley: All right, step lively! All aboard for Paris!
[Kittens jump up]
Duchess: Why, Mister O’Malley, you could have lost your life!
O’Malley: So I got a few to spare. Nothin’.
Duchess: How can we ever thank you?
O’Malley: My pleasure entirely.
[Truck starts moving, O’Malley stays]
Aloha. Auf weidersehen. Bon soir. Saranora. And all those goodbye
things, baby.
Marie waves: Sayonara, mister–
[she falls down]
Mama!
Duchess: Marie! Marie!
[O’Malley picks her up and gets back into the truck]
Duchess: Oh Marie, are you all right?
Marie: Yes, mama.
O’Malley (getting inside) Haven’t we met before?
Duchess: Oh, and I’m so very glad we did.
Marie: Thank you, mister O’Malley for saving my life.
O’Malley: No trouble at all, little princess. And when we get to Paris, I’ll
show you the time of your life.
Duchess: Oh, I’m so sorry, but, well, we just couldn’t. You see, my mistress
will be so worried about us.
O’Malley: Well, humans don’t really worry too much about their pets.
Duchess: Oh no! You just don’t understand. She loves us very much. Poor madame.
{fade to Madame}
In that big mansion, all alone.
In all our days, in tender ways, her love for us was shown.
And so, you see, we can’t leave her alone.
She’d always say that we’re the greatest treasure she could own.
Because with us she never felt alone.
{cut to stables}
Frou-frou: Oh, Roquefort, I’ve never been so worried about you. Did you have
any luck at all?
Roquefort: Not a sign of them, Frou-frou, and I’ve searched all night.
Frou-frou: I know. And poor Madame didn’t sleep a wink either.
Roquefort: Oh, it’s a sad day for all of us.
[Edgar walks in humming happily]
Edgar: Morning, Frou-frou, my pretty steed. Can you keep a secret? Hmm?
[He waves a newspaper]
Of course you can. I’ve some news straight from the horses’s mouth,
if you’ll pardon the expression, of course. Look, Frou-frou, I’ve made
the headlines. Mysterious catnapper abducts family of cats.
Aren’t you proud of me?
Roquefort: So, he’s the catnapper!
Edgar: The police said it was a professional, masterful job. The work of a
genius. No bad, eh, Frou-frou, old girl?
[He slaps Frou-frou on the rump with the newspaper and she whinnies loud]
Edgar: Oh, they won’t find a clue to implicate me. Not one single clue.
Why, I’ll, I’ll eat my hat if they– My hat! My umbrella! Oh!
Oh, gracious! I’ve fot to fet those things back tonight!
Roquefort (climbing out of oats): Why that [spits] sneaky, crooked [spits],
no good [spits] butler!
{fade to the truck with the cats}
O’Malley: Anyone for breakfast?
Toulouse: What breakfast?
Marie: Where is it?
O’Malley: Right under that magic carpet. But now we have to cook up a little
spell. You know. Ready?
[The kittens nod]
O’Malley: All right. First, to make the magic begin, you wiggle your nose
and tickle your chin. Now you close your eyes and cross your heart
And presto, breakfast a la carte.
[O’Malley takes the rug off a can with creme]
Marie: Hooray!
Toulouse: We did it!
Berlioz: Look, mama, look!
[They all eat creme]
Duchess: Why, mister O’Malley, you are amazing!
O’Malley: True. True.
[The driver sees him in the rearview mirror]
Driver (stopping the truck) Sapristi!
[O’Malley jumps on his head and screeches]
Sacre bleu! Thieves! Robbers! Mangy tramps!
[Cats run, driver throws things at them]
Take that! And that!
Duchess: Oh! Oh, what a horrible, horrible human.
O’Malley: Well, some humans are like that, Duchess. I’ve learned to live
with ‘em.
Toulouse: I’mm show him.
[he snarls, hisses, and spits]
O’Malley: Hey, cool it, you little tiger. That guy’s dynamite.
Toulouse: But he called us tramps!
Duchess: Oh, I’ll be so glad when we get back home.
O’Malley: That’s a long way off, so we better get moving.
[Kittens jump on rails]
Toulouse: Gee whiz! Look at that bridge! Come on, let’s play train!
Duchess: Now be careful, children.
Toulouse: Marie’s the caboose.
[she gives him a look]
All aboard!
[The kittens walk on a rail]
Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo!
Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo!
Toulouse: Clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety. Whoo-whoo!
[Real train whistle blows]
Duchess: Oh no!
O’Malley: All right, now don’t panic. Down underneath here.
[The hide under the rains hugging each other. When the rain passes, Marie is
down in the river]
Marie: Mama!
Duchess: Marie! Oh, Marie!
O’Malley jumps: Keep your head up, Marie! Here I come!
[Duchess runs up a branch hanging over water]
Duchess: Thomas! Thomas, up here!
[He throws Marie to Duchess and continues down the river]
Toulouse: Gee, Marie, why’d you have to fall off the bridge?
[Marie pokes tongue at him and then the kittens follow Duchess]
Duchess: Thomas? Oh, Thomas! Take care!
Thomas: I’m all right, honey, don’t worry. I’ll see you downstream.
{cut to the geese walking}
Amelia: What beautiful countryside, Abigail. So much like our own dear England.
Abigail: Oh, indeed, yes. Amelia, if I walk much farther I’ll get flat feet.
Amelia: Abigail, we were born with flat feet.
[They both laugh]
Abigail: I say, look over there.
[The see O’Malley who leaves his log and bites a twig]
Amelia: Oh. Oh, how unusual.
Abigail: Fancy that, a cat learning how to swim.
[O’Malley, holding a twig, paddles closer to the shore]
Amelia: And he’s going about it all the wrong way.
Abigail: Quite. We must correct him.
[They swim towards him]
Amelia: Sir. Sir? You are most fortunate we happened along.
Abigail: Yes. We’re here to help you.
O’Malley (through clenched teeth) Oh no, back off girls, I’m doin’ fine.
Abigail: First, you must gain self-confidence by striking out on your own.
O’Malley: Go away! I’m trying’ to get to shore.
Amelia: You will never learn to swim properly with that willow branch in
your mouth.
[O’Malley gets his hind legs on some rock]
Abigail: Indeed not.
Amelia: Snip, snip. Here we go.
O’Malley opens the mouth: Don’t do that!
[He splashes wildly]
Abigail: You’re doing splendidly.
Amelia: And don’t worry about form. It will come later.
Abigail: He takes to water like a fish, doesn’t he?
A very enthusiastic–
[O’Malley tugs on their tailfeathers, they shiek]
Amelia: No! Now, this is no time for fun and games.
[They laugh, watching bubbles coming from where O’Malley was.. Laughing fades]
Abigail: Gracious me. You don’t suppose–
Amelia: Oh yes. Yes, I do. Bottoms up!
[They turn over and look underwater, then turn back]
Both: Deeper!
[Kittens and Duchess run to the shore]
Toulouse: Look mama, there he is!
Abigail: You really did quite well for a beginner.
Duchess: Oh Thomas! Thank goodness you’re safe!
Abigail: Keep practicing.
Amelia: And toodly-pip!
Toulouse: Can I help you, mister O’Malley, huh?
O’Malley gasps: Help? I’ve had all the help I can take.
Duchess: Oh mademoiselles, thank you so much for helping mister O’Malley.
Amelia: Of course, my dear. But first, introductions.
Abigail: Yes. We british like to keep things proper.
[They laugh]
Amelia: Now, I am Amelia Gabble, and this is my sister–
Abigail: Miss Abigail Gabble.
Amelia: We’re twin sisters.
Abigail: You might say we’re related.
[They laugh]
Amelia: Oh, how silly!
Duchess: Oh, how nice. I never would have guessed.
Berlioz: Look! They got rubber feet.
Toulouse: Yeah.
Abigail: We’re on holiday.
Amelia: For a walking tour on France.
Abigail: Swimming, some of the way.
Amelia: On water, of course.
[They laugh]
Duchess to wet O’Malley: Thomas, this is Amelia and Abigail Gabble.
O’Malley: Yeah honey. Get those two web-footed lifeguards outta here!
Duchess: Now, now, Thomas.
O’Malley: Okay, okay baby. Hiya, chicks.
[Geese laugh]
Abigail: We’re not chickens. We’re geese.
O’Malley: No. I thought you were swans.
[Duchess gives him a look]
Amelia: Oh, flatterer
Abigail: Your husband is very charming and very handsome.
O’Malley rolling on his back: Well, uh, you see.. I, I’m not exactly her
husband.
Amelia: Exactly? You either are or you’re not.
O’Malley licks his paw: All right. I’m not.
Geese: Oh? Hmm?
Amelia: It’s scandalous.
Abigail: He’s nothing but a cad.
Amelia: Absolutely, possibly a reprobate.
Abigail: A roue. His eyes are too close together.
Amelia: Shifty too.
Abigail: And look at that crooked smile.
Amelia: His chin is very weak too.
Abigail: Obviously a philanderer who trifles with unsuspecting women’s hearts.
Marie: How romantic.
Duchess: Please, please, let me explain. Thomas is a dear frend of ours.
He’s just helping us to get to–
O’Malley: Come on, Duchess, come on. Let’s get out of here. Well, girls,
see ya around. We’re on out way to Paris.
Abigail: Oh, how nice! We’re going to Paris ourselves.
Amelia: Why don’t you join us?
Duchess: I think that’s a splendid idea.
O’Malley: Oh, no.
Amelia: Now, ah, you stand here, dear. And uh, let’s see, you take this
position.
Abigail: Duchess, you’ll do nicely here.
Amelia: Yes, very good.
Abigail: And you dear, you take this place. Now that leaves mister O’Malley.
Amelia: Oh, we can’t leave him, can we?
Abigail: Mister O’Malley, I think you should be the rear end. Ready everyone?
Now think goose! Forward, march!
Berlioz: Mama. Do we have to waddle like they do?
Duchess: Yes, dear. Think goose.
Amelia: When we get to Paris, you must meet uncle Waldo.
O’Malley: Waldo?
Amelia: Yes, he’s our uncle. Now that leaves mister O’Malley.
Amelia: Oh, we can’t leave him, can we?
Abigail: Mister O’Malley, I think you should be the rear end. Ready everyone?
Now think goose! Forward, march!
Berlioz: Mama. Do we have to waddle like they do?
Duchess: Yes, dear. Think goose
Abigail: When we get to Paris, you must meet uncle Waldo.
O’Malley: Waldo?
Amelia: Yes, he’s our ucnle. We are to meet uncle Waldo at le Petit Cafe.
Duchess: Le Petit Cafe? Oh, that’s that famous restaurant. Ah, c’est magnifique.
{fade to Le Petit Cage}
Chef: Sacre blue! Ow! Oh! He bit my finger! Get out! Go! Go! Get out! Scram!
[Waldo runs outside]
Chef: Good riddance!
[Waldo without tailfeathers puts his hat on, sighes and hiccups]
Abigail: Why, why, it’s uncle Waldo!
Waldo: Ahh! Abigail! Amelia! My two favorite nooses!
Amelia: Uncle Waldo. I do believe you’ve been drinking.
Abigail: Oh dear! What happened to your lovely tail feathers?
Waldo: Girls, it’s outrageous! Why, you won’t believe what they tried to do
to your poor old uncle Waldo [hic] Look. Look at his!
Prime country goose a la provencal stuffed with chestnuts and basted
in white whine [hic]
O’Malley: Basted? He’s been marinated in it.
Waldo: Dreadful! Being british, I would have preferred sherry.
[Three geese laugh]
Waldo: Sherry! Sherry.
Amelia: Oh! oh, oh, oh uncle Waldo, you’re just too much.
Abigail: You mean he’s had too much.
Amelia: Abigail, Abigail!
Abigail: Yes, yes?
Amelia: We best get uncle Waldo to bed.
Waldo: Why, I say there, now, what’s all the whis-whispering about, huh?
Amelia and Abigail: Shh, shh!
Waldo: Now, now, now, now, girls, girls! Don’t shush your old uncle Waldo!
Why you’ll, you’ll wake up the whole neighborhood!
Abigail: Shh! No!
Waldo: Whoopee! Neighborhood!
Abigail: Come to sleep, uncle Waldo
Amelia: Oh, yes, I think we’d better be going.
Waldo: Oh, righto, girls. Birds of a feather must [hic] together.
Abigail: That’s stick together.
[They waddle off, Waldo singing and the other geese shushing him]
O’Malley: You know something? I like uncle Waldo.
Duchess laughs: Especially when he’s marinated!
{fade to stables}
Roquefort: Frou-frou, here comes Edgar!
Frou-frou: Hurry, Roquefort, hop aboard the motorcycle and for gooness sakes,
do be careful!
[Edgar appears with a fishing pole and in squeaky shoes]
Edgar: Frou-frou, tonight operation catnapper will be completed. Wish me luck.
Fisherman’s luck.
Roquefort: Bye, Frou-frou! Whoop!
[Roquefort soon falls off the motorcycle]
{fade to windmill and the dogs}
[Edgar’s squeaky shoes wake up Napoleon]
Napoleon: Lafayette! Lafayette! Listen.
Lafayette: Oh, shucks, Napoleon. That ain’t nothing byt a little old cricket
bug.
Napoleon: It’s squeaky shoes approachin’.
Lafayette: Oh, cricket bugs don’t wear shoes.
Napoleon: Hush your mouth. Let’s see.
They’re oxford shoes. Size nine-and-a-half. Hole in the left sole,
it sounds like.
Lafayette: What color are they?
Napoleon: They are black – how would I know that?
[Edgar takes off the shoes]
Napoleon: Hey, now the squeakin’ has stopped.
Lafayette: I still say it was a little old cricket bug.
Napoleon: I’m the leader. I’ll decide what it was. It was a little old cricket
bug.
Lafayette: I’ll see ya in the morning, Napoleon.
[Edgar tries to pick his hat from Napoleon, but it falls on Lafayette]
Napoleon: That’s my hat, I’m the leader!
Lafayette: Well, shoot fire. Don’t get sore at me! I ain’t done nothin’.
[Napoleon sleeps with his paws over his hat. Edgar scritches his side]
Napoleon: Ooh, whoo, heh. Mmm. ohh. mm. ooh, oh, heh. oooh!
Mm-mm.. that feels good, Lafayette.
Lafayette (asleep) that’s all right.
Napoleon: Mm-mm. ooh.. ooh! A little lower and faster there.
Lafayette (asleep) I’m scratchin’ as fast as I can.
Napoleon: Right there. That’s good. Oh. ooh, ooh!
[Edgar picks the hat by teeth and hids in the hay]
Napoleon sinks back: Ooh.
[Edgar lifts the cat basket where Lafayette slept in and lets him slide to
Napoleon]
Lafayette: Mmm. It’s warm and, mm-mm, cosy.
[Edgar pulls on his umbrella and it makes the horn blow. Edgar falls on them]
Napoleon: Hey!
Lafayette: Ahh!
Napoleon: Wha-wha-what’s goin’ on? Lafayette, what in tarnation you trying to
do?
Lafayette: Oh, I get blamed for everything.
Napoleon: Wait a minute! Where’s my hat? Where– and somebody stole my
bumbershoot!
Lafayette: Well, where’s my beddie-bye basket?
Napoleon: And whoever it is, is gonna get it and get it good.
Lafayette chuckles: This time I get the tender part.
Napoleon: Hush your mouth, now come on.
[Lafayette steps into Edgar’s shoes and walks]
Lafayette: Hey, Napoleon! Ooh, it’s them shoes again.
Napoleon: Yeah, yeah, I hear ‘em.
Lafayette: Napoleon, I’m plumb goose-pimply scared!
Napoleon: Now this is no time to turn chicken. I got a feelin’ this case
is gonna bust wide open.
[Lafayette hits Napoleon, they run and hit each other]
Lafayette: D-d-d-did you see him?
Napoleon: No, no, he sneaked up behind me and tailgated me.
Lafayette: Well, he didn’t hurt me, he hit me on the head.
Napoleon: Shh! Listen! Sounds like a one-wheel– ooh.
Lafayette: A one-wheel what?
Napoleon: You’re not gonna believe this, but it’s a one-wheeled haystack.
Hey, there it goes1 Come on! After it!
[They jumps into hay with Edgar and fight]
Lafayette: I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him!
Napoleon: Ow! That’s me!
Napoleon: Get him, get him, get him, get him!
[Edgar escapes with his things]
Lafayette: Well, c’est la guerre, Napoleon. I guess you can’t win them all.
[Napoleon hits him on the head]
Ow! Ooh, ooh, ooh! Criminiddly!
{fade to Paris rooftops}
Duchess: Thomas, Madame will be so worried. Are you sure we can’t get home
tonight?
Marie: Mama, I’m tired.
Berlioz: Me too, and my feet hurt.
O’Malley: Look baby, it’s late, and the kids are bushed.
Toulouse: I’ll bet we walked a hundred miles.
Berlioz: I’ll bet it’s more than a thousand.
Duchess: Now, now, darlings. Cheer up. Mister O’Malley knows a place where we
can stay tonight.
Toulouse: How much farther is it, mister O’Malley?
O’Malley chuckles: Keep your whiskers up, tiger. It’s just beyond the next
chimney pot. Well, there it is. My own penthouse pad.
It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it’s peaceful and quiet.
[Trumpet blows]
Oh! Oh, no. Sounds like Scat Cat and his gang have dropped by.
Duchess: Oh. Friends of yours?
O’Malley: Uh-huh. Yeah. They’re old buddies and the’re real swingers.
Duchess: Swingers? What is a swinger?
O’Malley: You know. Uh, not exactly your type, Duchess. Maybe we’d better
find another place, huh?
Duchess: Oh no, no, no, I would like to see yor pad, and meet your Scat Cat.
O’Malley: Well, okay.
[They look down from a roof window]
O’Malley: Hey, Scat Cat! Blow some of that sweet stuff my way!
Scat Cat laughs: Well, looky here! Big man O’Malley is back in his alley!
Swing on down here, daddy.
O’Malley: Lay some skin on me, Scat Cat, yeah!
Italian Cat: Buona sera, paesano!
English Cat: Welcome home, O’Malley!
O’Malley: Duchess, this is the greatest cat of ‘em all.
Duchess: Oh, I’m delighted to meet you, monsieur Scat Cat.
Scat Cat kisses her paw: Likewise, Duchess. You’re too much.
Duchess: Oh, ho, ho. You are charming! And your music it so– so different.
But so exiting.
Berlioz: It isn’t Beethoven, mama, but it sure bounces.
Scat Cat chuckles: Say! This kitten cat knows where it’s at!
Marie: Knows where what’s at?
Scat Cat: Well, little lady, let me elucidate here.
Scat Cat: Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat’s the only cat
Who knows where it’s at
O’Malley: Tell me!
Everybody’s pickin’ up on that feline beat
‘Cause everything else is obsolete
Scat Cat: Strictly high-button shoes.
O’Malley: A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren’t born
Scat Cat: Everytime he plays.
O’Malley: But with a square in the act
You can set music back
Scat Cat: To the caveman days
[scats]
O’Malley: I’ve heard some corny birds who tried to sing
Scat Cat: Still the cat’s the only cat
Who knows how to swing
Russian Cat: Who wants to dig a long-haired gig
And stuff like that
O’Malley and Scat Cat: When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren’t born
Every time he plays
O’Malley: Oh, a-rinky-tinky-dinky
O’Malley and Scat Cat: With a square in the act
You can set music back
To the caveman days
Marie: Oh, a-rinky-dinky-tinky
O’Malley: Yes,
O’Malley and Marie: Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat’s the only cat
Who knows where it’s at
When playin’ jazz he always has
A welcome mat
O’Malley, Marie, Scat Cat: ‘Cause everybody digs a swingin’ cat
Chinese Cat: Oh boy, fellas! Let’s rock the joint!
Russian Cat: Ha-ha! Groove it, cat!
[music and dance]
Chinese Cat: Shanghai, Hong Kong, Egg Foo Young
Fortune cookie always wrong
That’s a hot one!
O’Malley: How ’bout you and me, Duchess?
Duchess: Yes. Let’s swing it, Thomas.
Toulouse: Groovy, mama, groovy!
Scat Cat (giving trumpet to Berlioz): Blow it, small fry. Blow it.
Chinese Cat: Boy, he blew it
Italian Cat: But he was a-close.
[more music and dance, untill Duchess plays a harp]
Scat Cat: Mmm.
O’Malley: Beautiful
Duchess: If you want to turn me on
Play your horn, don’t spare the tone
And blow a little soul into the tune
O’Malley: Let’s take to another key
Scat Cat: Modulate and wait for me
I’ll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon
The other cats will all commence
Congregatin’ on the fence
Beneath the alley’s only light
Duchess: Where every note is out of sight
[Scat cat returns to jazz]
All gang: Everybody, everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Scat Cat: Hallelujah!
All gang: Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
I’m tellin’ you!
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Yeah!
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Mmm!
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Hallelujah!
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
{fade to Duchess putting the kittens to sleep}
Berlioz: Everybody wants to be a cat
Marie: Because a cat’s the only cat
Who knows where it’s at
Toulouse: Oh, yeah!
Duchess: Happy dreams, my loves.
[She joins O’Malley on the roof]
O’Malley: I’ll bet they’re on that magic carpet right now.
Duchess: They could hardly keep their eyes open. Ah. Such an exiting day.
O’Malley: It sure was. And what a finale.
Duchess: Thomas, your friends are really delightful. I just love them.
O’Malley: Well, they’re kinda rough, you know, around the edges, but if you’re
ever in a ham, wham, they’re right there.
Duchess: And wham, when we needed you, you were right there.
O’Malley: That was just a lucky break for me, baby.
Duchess: Oh, thank you so much for offering us your home. Oh, I mean your pad.
It’s very nice.
O’Malley: Well now, wait a minute. You know, this is the low-rent district,
remember?
Duchess: No, no, no, I like it, well, uh– well, all it needs is a little
tidying up and, well, maybe a little feminine touch.
O’Malley: Well, if you’re applying for the job, well–
Marie to Berlios: Goody. Mother’s going to work for mister O’Malley.
O’Malley: Boy, your eyes are like sapphires. Gee. Huh. That’s pretty corny,
though, huh?
Duchess: No, not at all. Any woman would like it. Oh, I, I mean, even
little Marie.
O’Malley: Yeah. All those little kittens, Duchess. I love ‘em.
Duchess: And they are very fond of you.
Berlioz: Yeah!
Marie: Shh!
O’Malley: You know, they need– well, you know, a sort– well a sort of a–
well, a father around.
Duchess: Oh, Thomas, Thomas, that would be wonderful. Oh, darling, if, if
only I could.
O’Malley: But why can’t you?
Duchess: Because of Madame. I– I could never leave her.
O’Malley: But– but Madame is– well, she’s just another human. You’re just
her house pets.
Duchess: Oh no, no, we mean far more to her than that. Oh, sorry my dear.
We just have to go home tomorrow.
O’Malley: Yeah. Well.. I guess you know best. And I’m gonna miss you, baby.
Huh, and those kids. Gee, I’m gonna miss them too.
Berlioz: Well, we almost had a father.
Toulouse: Yeah. Let’s go back to bed.
O’Malley: Good night, Duchess.
Duchess: Good night, Thomas.
{fade to morning, outside the mansion}
O’Malley: Hey! Mee-oww! What a classy neighborhood. Dig these fancy wigwams.
Duchess: Wigwams?
O’Malley: Are you sure we’re on the right street?
Duchess: Yes. Yes! Let’s hurry, we’re almost home.
Roquefort: Duchess! Kittens! Hallelujah! They’re back! Oh, no! Edgar!
I’ve got to do something quick!
Edgar: Edgar, old chap, get used to the finer things of life. Someday they’re
all going to be yours, you sly old fox.
[Roquefort ties his shoelaces together and wine cork from Edgars bottle hits
Roquefort]
Roquefort: Oh, he got me!
Berlioz: Hooray! We’re home!
Marie: Wait for me, wait for me!
Me first! Me first!
[They hit the closed entrance and grunt]
Berlioz: It’s locked.
Marie: Come on, let’s start meowing.
[They meow]
Edgar spits the wine out: It can’t be them!
Roquefort: The kittens!
Don’t come in! Go away! Away!
Toulouse: Look! There’s Roquefort
Kittens: Hi Roquefort!
Berlioz: He’s sure glad to see us.
Duchess to O’Malley: I don’t know what to say. I only wish that I–
O’Malley: Maybe a short, sweet goodbye would be easiest.
Duchess: I’ll never forget you, Thomas O’Malley. Bye.
O’Malley: So long, baby.
Roquefort to kittens: Don’t come in! Look out for Edgar!
[Edgar lets them in]
Edgar: Duchess, wherever have you been?
Roquefort: Look out for the–
[Edgar catches the cats]
–sack.
O’Malley: Well. Guess they won’t need me anymore.
Edgar: You came back. Oh. It just isn’t fair.
Madame: Edgar! Edgar, come quickly.
Edgar: Coming, Madame, coming.
[he throws the sack into an oven]
I’ll take care of you later!
Madame: Oh, Edgar, they’re back, I heard them! Hurry, hurry, let them in.
Duchess? Kittens? Come here, my darlings. Where are you? Come on.
Edgar: Uh, allow me, Madame. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!
Roquefort to cats: His name is O’what?
Duchess: His name is O’Malley. O’Malley!
Marie: Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey!
Duchess: Oh, never mind! Run! Move! Go get him!
Roquefort: Yes, yes! I’m on my way!
Toulouse: I told ya it was Edgar.
Berlioz: Aw, shut up, Toulouse.
Madame: Oh, it’s no use, Edgar. I’m afraid it was just the imagination of
an old lady. But I was so sure that I heard them.
Edgar: I’m so sorry, Madame.
Roquefort runs after O’Malley: Mister O’Malley! Hey! Stop! Duchess! Kittens!
In trouble! Butler did it!
O’Malley: Duchess and kittens in trouble? Look, you go get Scat Cat and his
gang of alley cats.
Roquefort: A-a-alley cats? But I’m a mouse!
O’Malley: Look, I’m gonna need help.
Roquefort: You mean you want me?
O’Malley: Move! Tell him O’Malley sent you and you won’t have a bit of trouble.
Roquefort (in alley): No trouble he said. Well, that’s easy for, uh, for
what’s-his-name to say. He’s got nine lives, I’ve only got one.
Scat Cat: What’s a little swinger like you doin’ on our side of town?
Roquefort: Oh please! Uh, I was sent here for help by a cat.
Scat Cat: This is outrageous! This is crazy!
[Cats laugh]
Roquefort: B-but honest! He told me just to mention his name.
Russian Cat: So? Start mentioning name, rodent.
Roquefort: Oh, now, wait a minute, fellas. D-d-don’t rush me. His name is
O’Toole.
Scat Cat: I don’t dig him. Strike one.
Roquefort: Oh, ooh, O’Brien.
Scat Cat: Strike two.
Roquefort: Oh, boy, You believe me, don’t you?
English Cat: Keep talkin’, mousy.
Roquefort: How about O’..Grady?
Scat Cat: Mousy, you just struck out. Any last words?
Roquefort: Why did I listen to that O’Malley cat?
Scat Cat: O’Malley!
All: O’Malley!
Scat Cat: Hold it cats! This little guy’s on the level.
Roquefort: You’re darn tootin’ I’m on the level!
Italian Cat: Oh, We didn’t mean-a to, to rough a-you, squeaky!
Roquefort: Don’t worry about me! O’Malley needs help! Duchess and kittens are
in trouble!
[Cats run]
Scat Cat: Come on cats, we gotta split!
Roquefort: Hey, wait for me! You don’t know the way!
{cut to stables}
Edgar: Now, my little pesky pets. You’re going to travel first class. In
your own private compartment. All the way to Timbuktu. And this time,
ha, you’ll never come back. Oh, no, we’ve got to hurry. The baggage
truck will be here any moment now.
[O’Malley and Frou-frou start fighting Edgar, then the other cats join in]
O’Malley to Roquefort: Over there! They’re in the trunk!
[Roquefort tries to open the code lock]
Roquefort: QUIET!!
[He unlocks the lock and then the fight continues]
O’Malley: Everybody, outta here, fast!
Edgar: You’re going to Timbuktu if it’s the last thing I do!
[The fight ends with Edgar in the trunk]
Truck driver: Well, Mac, this must be the trunk, eh?
Mac: Yup, and she goes all the way to Timbuktu. Heave.. ho!
Toulouse snarls and hisses: Meow!
{fade to evening, Madame’s mansion}
Madame: Now, my pets, a little closer together. Good. Good. Look, Georges.
What do you think?
Georges: Very good. Very good. But I think we should get on with the will.
Madame: Yes, yes, of course, but you know what to do.
Georges: Very well. Scratch one butler.
Madame: You know, Geroges, if Edgar had only known about the will, I’m sure
he never would have left.
Duchess, how wonderful to have you all back.
[She combs O’Malley]
And I think this young man is very handsome. Shall we keep him in the
family?
[Kittens meow]
Of course we will. We need a man around the house. And, Georges, we
must be sure to provite for their future little ones.
[O’Malley gulps]
Georges: Of course. The more the merrier.
Madame: Now don’t move. Smile. Say cheese.
[Cats smile]
Roquefort: Did somebody say cheese?
Madame: Thank you. Now, run along downstairs. There’s a surprise for you.
[Music plays]
Georges: Adelaide, what’s that music? Sounds like a gang of swinging hepcats.
Madame: That’s exactly what they are, Georges. They’re the start of my new
foundation.
Georges: What foundation?
Madame: My home for all the alley cats of Paris.
Cats: Everybody, everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Frou-frou: Everybody, everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Waldo: Everybody – whopee!
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Cats: Everybody, everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat!
Lafayette: Hey, Napoleon, that sounds like the end.
Napoleon: Wait a minute, I’m the leader, I’ll say when it’s the end.
It’s the end.
THE END
Toulouse: Oh, yeah!