♪ Take my hand, Paris
♪ share your dreams with me ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ buds bloom and breezes blow ♪
♪ Love sings wherever you go ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ you will say enchant ♪
♪ Once you've met my poupee ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ little drops of rain
♪ little grains of sand
♪ make the mighty ocean
♪ and the pleasant land
♪ never let a minute
♪ lie there on the shelf
♪ for there may be in it
♪ all of life itself
♪ the glamour's gone, the shades are down ♪
♪ And Paris is only a lonely town ♪
♪ Lonely
♪ Paris is a dreary, lonely ♪
♪ Oh, so lonely town
♪ roses red, violets blue ♪
♪ The rhyme is old, but love is new ♪
♪ When love is new, the heart is young ♪
♪ And that is why the spring has sprung ♪
♪ The spring has sprung for hers and his ♪
♪ And that is why the sap has ris ♪
♪ The breezes buzz
♪ and roses is
♪ where roses never was ♪
Ah, my friends, this is Paris,
gay, beautiful, wonderful, magnificent Paris.
Paris--the tender mother of romance,
of love, of amour.
Oh, but not all the love stories of France
begin in Paris.
No, no, no.
There was one, for example,
a quite unusual one
that began in the hot, sun-drenched region
in the south of France,
in the province known as provence.
The time is around the turn of the century.
You call it the gay nineties, no?
But that is beside the point.
This is the story of a little female French citizen
who is as beautiful and as innocent
as her name,
and her name is mewsette.
No last name.
Just mewsette.
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ my heart for you is one big throb ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ my love for you is formidable ♪
♪ Your smile starts the day ♪
♪ With a bright and gay bon jour ♪
♪ Your laugh is all ♪
♪ And your voice is vive I'amour ♪
♪ Buds bloom and breezes blow ♪
♪ Love sings wherever you go ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ you will say enchant ♪
♪ Once you've met my poupee ♪
♪ Mewsette
hey...
Hello, Jaune Tom.
Aw, heh heh, uh, hello, mewsette.
That was a very nice song you were singing, Jaune Tom.
Please sing some more for me.
Aw, mewsette,
I can't sing it when you're looking at me.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Amour, amour...
Aw, mush.
[Squeak squeak]
Jaune Tom!
Oh, Jaune Tom, you're wonderful.
Jaune Tom!
Huh?
Jaune Tom, a moose!
A moose--
I mean a mouse,
as big as a hoose.
I--I mean it's a whopper.
A mouse. Where? Where?
At the barn. Hurry. Hurry!
Come on, let's go!
Jaune Tom,
you're a clumsy country clod.
Hmmph.
[Beep beep beep]
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo!
Hey, Jaune Tom,
what are we going to do with our mouse?
We'll wrap it up
and give it to mewsette.
Mewsette.
Bleah.
That's all I ever hear around this place.
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ hear them say enchant ♪
♪ And hoorah and hooray ♪
♪ Une mois fois
♪ touch, ooh la la ♪
♪ Ol
♪ so we say en Francais ♪
♪ Vive la France, vive la gay mewsette ♪
But, my dear sister,
how can you continue to bury yourself on this farm?
I like it here, Jeunesse, Cherie.
I choose to live here.
And now, tell me about this friend of yours in Paris.
Is he nice?
Oh, my dear sister, what manners.
So polished.
Not at all like the plebeian peasants
you would meet out here.
The peasants--they are good and honest
and very happy.
Happy, on this pile of dust?
How can you allow yourself to go to seed
like a fat duck?
Ducks don't go to seed, my dear sister.
Well, like a vegetable then.
That's what you are, Marie, a cabbage, an artichoke.
True, Jeunesse, and vegetables are happiest on farms.
But, darling, think of Paris--
lovely, gay Paris.
Have you forgotten the sidewalk cafes
and how we sipped champagne?
Champagne.
That must be what they call catnip in Paris.
How nice.
The button champignons sauteed in butter
with tiny shreds of ham.
Champignons. I know what they are.
Mushrooms-- and delicious, too.
And, oh, my dear, the Champs Elyses.
Champs Elyses?
I wonder what they taste like.
Oh, what a lovely feline.
Too bad her beauty is wasted here.
Now, in Paris,
she would be perfumed and curled
and have a stunning coiffure.
We would go everywhere in style,
wouldn't we, cherie?
Rue Rivoli, Maxim's, the Place Pigalle,
boating on the seine...
With the music of Paris
surrounding and caressing us.
Oh, those nights-- so sparkling, so clear
that each star becomes the glittering point
of a great blue diamond.
♪ Take my hand, Paris
♪ share your dreams with me ♪
♪ Take my heart to mad Montmartre ♪
♪ Or buy me the rivoli
♪ make me the belle of Place Pigalle ♪
♪ Siren along the seine
♪ make me the ultra, ultra doll ♪
♪ Modigliani can claim as his mannequin ♪
♪ Pour your wine, Paris ♪
♪ Down it with c'est la vie ♪
♪ And let me hear lovers sighing ♪
♪ Quelle mademoiselle, ah, que belle ♪
♪ Show me the way to all my dreams ♪
♪ Through the claret at gay Maxim's ♪
♪ Set my heart free
♪ let me be grand
♪ and be seen hand-in-hand with Paris ♪
♪ Let me hear lovers sighing ♪
♪ Quelle mademoiselle
♪ ah, que belle
♪ show me the way to all my dreams ♪
♪ Through the claret at gay Maxim's ♪
♪ Set my heart free
♪ let me be grand
♪ and be seen hand-in-hand with Paris ♪
Mewsette!
Hey, mewsette!
What's the matter?
Are you deaf or something?
No. I am not deaf or something.
Come on, come on.
Read the poem.
Ok, ok.
You don't have to push.
Ahem, ahem.
A poem, dedicated to mewsette.
To mewsette, the prettiest cat in all of France.
Yecchh.
Hmm?
All right, all right.
It's your poem.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Here is a mouse from me to you.
Signed Jaune Tom.
[Praying]
Jaune Tom!
You take that horrid, vulgar thing
away from here this minute!
I've never been so insulted.
How dare you think
that I would eat such a coarse, plebeian thing.
But--
but cats like mice.
Perhaps so,
but I am not a cat, I'll have you know.
You're not a--
you're not a cat?
Not a cat?
I am a...
A...feline.
A feline?
You're a fe--what?
I think she means a female, Robespierre.
And all felines really like
is champagne and champignons and Champs Elyses,
and all I get on this farm is mice and milk!
[Sobbing]
I feel like a cabbage that's gone to seed,
like a fat duck!
Gosh, mewsette, you're not as fat as a duck.
Oh, go away, you ple-ple--
plebeian peasant, you!
I never want to see you again.
Oh, I wish I were dead!
Oh, boo hoo hoo!
So do we.
Don't we, Jaune Tom?
Jaune Tom?
Now look what you've done,
you, you old feline, you!
Plebeians!
Well, if you don't like us p-plebleens,
why don't you go away with her?
I'll bet she just lives on cham-pag-ne
and cham-pygmy-ons
and champs-ulysses.
Why, Robespierre, that's a wonderful idea.
That's exactly what I'll do.
I'll go to Paris.
No more mice and milk for me!
Well, bon voyage, mademoiselle feline.
Au revoir, Robespierre!
Take good care of Jaune Tom!
What do you know? She did it!
I must have a way with felines.
We're free.
Yahoo! Free! Free at last!
Wow!
Well, you're a mouse.
You ought to know.
Why didn't she like you?
[Chattering]
Did you ever have such trouble with your girl?
Hmm? Oh. You are a girl.
Well, then tell me something
from the girl's point of view.
What's wrong with me?
Jaune Tom!
Where are you, Jaune Tom?
Over here, Robespierre.
You can come on back now.
Everything's ok.
Oh, you mean mewsette--
mewsette will take the mouse?
No. She's left, Jaune Tom. Took off.
Nothing but fun, now that Mewsette's gone.
What do you mean Mewsette's gone?
She went away in a carriage.
Carriage? what carriage?
The one that took her to Paris.
Why did she go to Paris?
All felines go to Paris,
I guess.
Come on, Jaune Tom.
Let's go mouse hunting.
Mewsette!
Hey. Wait for me!
Mewsette! come back, mewsette!
For the last time, my lad,
if your friend arrived in that buggy,
she has gone to Paris.
All right. I know that, but where's Paris?
What is Paris?
[Muttering]
What is Paris?
Are you mad?
Is it a school or something for felines?
A school for felines?
No?
Well, a village, maybe?
Oh...mmm...
Yes. that is what it is--
a little village
a mile or two up the tracks.
And now, if you don't mind,
I do have... Work to do.
Well, thanks a lot.
Jaune Tom!
P-pardon me, sir, but did you see--
he went that away.
Gee, thanks.
Jaune Tom!
[Cock-a-doodle-doo]
Un, deux, trois, quatre.
Good morning, Jaune Tom.
Nighty-night.
Ah.
I can hardly believe it!
I'm really on my way to Paris!
♪ Roses red, violets blue
♪ the rhyme is old, but love is new ♪
♪ When love is new, the heart is young ♪
♪ And that is why the spring has sprung ♪
♪ The spring has sprung for hers and his ♪
♪ And that is why the sap has ris ♪
♪ The breezes buzz and roses is ♪
♪ Where roses never was
♪ all the world, it loves a lover ♪
♪ 'Cause a lover loves the world ♪
♪ And that is why roses red, violets blue ♪
♪ Let me make this clear to you ♪
♪ When you're in love, it's always true ♪
♪ The goldarn roses must be red ♪
♪ And violets must be blue
♪ all the world, it loves a lover ♪
♪ 'Cause the lover loves the world ♪
♪ And that is why roses red, violets blue ♪
♪ Let me make this clear to you ♪
♪ When you're in love, it's always true ♪
♪ The goldarn roses must be red ♪
♪ And violets must be blue
♪ all this simply means
♪ Paris, I love you
delightful.
Oh.
Delightful city, isn't it?
Oh...oh, yes, sir.
Even more beautiful than I'd dreamed it would be.
First trip to Paris?
Oh, yes.
Visiting relatives?
Oh, no.
I just up and decided
that I'd vegetated too long on that dreary farm,
and every girl should see Paris,
and Jaune Tom is so dull.
I don't know anybody in Paris,
and it's so wonderful--
oh.
Oh, but you must think I'm terribly bold
to talk this way to a stranger.
Not at all.
I think your enthusiasm is charming,
and I'm not offended.
Oh, thank you.
I just know I'll be happy here.
Of course.
But like any big city,
Paris has its pitfalls.
Oh, I realize that.
But after all, I'm...
I'm not exactly a kitten anymore.
I choose my friends very carefully.
And that's very wise, my dear.
Nevertheless, there are still
a few unscrupulous characters about.
Oh, dear me.
You need a friend, a sponsor.
Now, I--
but that would hardly be proper, would it?
Mademoiselle.
You cannot be inferring
that I would suggest anything improper.
Oh, dear, no.
Oh, please forgive me.
It's just that--
I thought that my sister,
one of the most influential cats in Paris,
might be persuaded to take you under her wing,
teach you all you need to know,
introduce you to society.
But of course,
if you would prefer to go it yourself,
alone in a strange city,
by all means.
Oh, no, please.
I would love to meet your sister.
Then it is settled.
Come along, my dear.
[Train approaching]
[Train whistle]
[Coughing]
Ooh-whoo!
[Coughing]
Ahh!
Whew!
Huh?
Jaune Tom!
Yeow!
What are we doing down here, Jaune Tom?
L-let's g-g-go home
b-b-before something happens to us.
I can't, Robespierre. I have to find mewsette.
Well, you look for mewsette.
I'm going to look for trains.
Is it much further to your sister's shop, monsieur?
No. It is just a little further along this street.
Ah, yes. Here we are, my dear,
the best in all Paris.
"Salon de beaute pour felines.
Mme. Rubens-Chatte."
[Bell rings]
[Door closes]
Meowrice, how nice to see you again.
This is mewsette, my dear sister.
Oh, isn't she pretty?
Any sister of meowrice is a friend of mine.
Henrietta, you are my sister...
Sister.
Oh, oh, oh, yes.
Oh, yes, of course.
She is an old dear,
but a little absent-minded.
Imagine not even remembering your own brother.
Ha ha ha! Yes.
Ha ha ha!
How silly of me.
Of course I'm his sister.
I've been his sister for years.
Mewsette is new to Paris, dear sister,
and I have told her of your wonderful salon,
where you will make her into the belle of all Paris.
Of course, dear brother.
Then she is all yours, Henrietta.
You know what must be done.
Now look here, meowrice.
It's going to take time and money
to make a lady out of this, uh, cat.
So this time, I want something in advance.
Don't rush things, my dear.
Just remember, time is on the side of the scoundrel.
And you are the king of the scoundrels.
Yes.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I have some business to attend to.
Psst!
Psst! Psst!
All right. Now listen carefully.
[Whispering]
So I want one of you
to keep an eye on that girl at all times.
Is that clear?
As they say,
"evil is the root of all money."
Money trees, that is,
big, green money trees.
♪ When preacher can't preach you ♪
♪ And teacher can't teach you ♪
♪ When angels can't reach you ♪
♪ The money cat can
♪ we give social status
♪ to countrified tomatoes
♪ if you want kicks and class and clothes ♪
♪ Money cat knows where the money tree grows ♪
♪ Beauticians will sleek you ♪
♪ Fashion cats chic you
♪ aristocrats seek you
♪ man man man man
♪ man man
♪ and should that dream of glory ♪
♪ Be part of your plan
♪ if anyone can help you
♪ the money cat can
♪ money cat knows where the money tree grows ♪
♪ Mingle with the right folk ♪
♪ Meet the bottle poppers
♪ rub elbows with the elite ♪
♪ And the big name droppers ♪
♪ If you got your heart set ♪
♪ On moochin' with the smart set ♪
♪ Money cat knows where the money tree grows ♪
♪ Get your picture painted
♪ on the magazine cover
♪ you can have a palace
♪ with the world your lover ♪
♪ Money cat can buy up
♪ anyone who's high up
♪ we've got dicks and politics and law ♪
♪ In the palm of our paw
♪ the gendarmes may nail you ♪
♪ The lawyers may bail you
♪ the judges may jail you
♪ man
♪ so why be a flopola
♪ with egg on your pan
♪ if anyone can save you
♪ the money cat can
meow.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
Gosh. We'll never find Paris
in all those buildings and things.
Yeah. There's a lot of them, all right.
I told you it was a wild goose chase.
Come on. Let's go home.
No, Robespierre. I can't go back without mewsette.
Well, I can.
So long, Jaune Tom.
I'm going to miss you, Robespierre.
Take care of yourself.
Take care of myself?
Who's going to take care of him?
Without me, no telling what'll happen to him--
alone, friendless, far from home.
Well, don't just stand there.
Let's start looking.
Mewsette!
Mewsette! Mewsette!
Quiet! Stop that noise!
Go away, you silly little pussycats.
Get away from here!
Scram!
[Whinny]
Get those cats out of here.
[Whinny]
Allez!
I don't know why she ever came to Paris.
I don't know why you ever came to Paris.
Your purr, my dear,
it's like a cement mixer.
But that's the way I purred back home on the farm.
Well, it won't do here.
It must be refined...
Yet seductive.
Like this...
[Sexy purring]
Now...
Now try again and put some throat into it.
[Choking and purring]
Stop!
Oh, stop!
Oh, I'm sorry, madame Rubens-Chatte.
Being sorry isn't enough.
Now look, child.
We don't want to disappoint meowrice, do we?
Oh, no.
I'll try very hard this time.
Good.
Now let's show him how poised and gracefully
we walk with a bowl of milk on our head.
Now walk towards me.
Head erect.
Turn right.
Left.
Reverse.
Oh, look out!
Oh, no.
I'm a failure.
I'll never be a Parisian.
I'm going back home,
back with the peasants...
Where I belong.
No! No!
Stop her! Stop her!
Stop her yourself.
[Sobbing]
Aw, my poor dear.
I know just how you feel.
Wouldn't you like to stroll on the boulevard,
stop at a sidewalk cafe?
And order Champs Elyses, just once.
Of course, my pet.
Let us be gay. We shall do the town.
Vive la gaie Paris, eh?
Do you feel better now, my dear?
Oh, yes.
Those sidewalk cafes were so much fun,
and Paris is so beautiful.
I feel so important riding in a buggy and--
oh, good heavens, meowrice.
What are they doing?
Oh, them?
Why, they are kissing, cherie.
What's kissing?
Kissing? Why kissing is, uh...
Like rubbing noses.
But do they only kiss in buggies?
If you did away with buggies,
you'd stop half the kissing in Paris.
How strange. Why is that?
Because, my naive one,
there is nothing so romantic as a buggy ride.
♪ The birds will sing
♪ from near and far
♪ as we go a-trotting up the boulevard ♪
♪ Papa won't scold
♪ mama won't squawk
♪ you're safe in a buggy ♪
♪ 'Cause the horse won't talk ♪
♪ A horse may run
♪ a horse may walk
♪ but fortunately
♪ the horse won't talk
♪ let's smooch, smooch, smooch ♪
♪ And kiss, kiss, kiss ♪
♪ No old gossip-puss will know of this ♪
♪ Alors, why bolt ♪
♪ Alors, why balk ♪
♪ We can't have a scandal ♪
♪ 'Cause the horse won't talk ♪
♪ A horse may swish
♪ a horse may bray
♪ but all he'll ever say ♪
♪ Is neigh
♪ neigh
♪ clippy clop
♪ life is sweet, cherie ♪
♪ Spring is on its way
♪ snuggle up
♪ ma petite cherie
♪ this kind of love ain't hay ♪
♪ So, let's not waste
♪ the evening hush
♪ the winds may whistle
♪ and the sky may blush
♪ but don't be a fuddy-duddy ♪
♪ And a gawk
♪ you can't lose nothing ♪
♪ 'Cause the horse
♪ won't
♪ talk
ahh.
[Whinny]
Ah, yes. Here we are.
Oh! So soon?
Now, back to your lessons, my dear.
Goodbye, meowrice,
and thank you!
How foolish I was.
I'll never think of that dull farm again.
I tell you, Jaune Tom,
it's hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.
She's probably miles from here.
Yeah.
Yeah. I suppose you're right, Robespierre.
Well, come on then.
Let's go back to the farm.
Ok.
Now you're talking!
Yippee!
Robespierre, look!
Look what it says-- felines.
That's what mewsette said she was.
I'll bet they'd know where she is.
Here we go again.
Jaune Tom!
Help!
Jaune Tom!
Help!
[Henrietta] who is it, dearie?
There's no one here.
No one at all.
Help!
You know, Robespierre,
we're seeing parts of Paris
the tourists usually miss.
Let's find our way out
and get back to that feline place.
[Bong]
Mr. Henry Phtt,
1411 sand box road,
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA.
Dear Mr. Phtt--
at long last,
I have found a bride for you.
With proper schooling-- now under way--
she will be the most beautiful
and talented cat in the world.
I shall keep you informed of her progress.
Your obedient servant...
P.S. I'm afraid that the price we agreed upon
must under the circumstances be doubled.
There are other suitors.
Well, I'm off to mail this letter.
If you ever decide to marry, boys,
marry for love...
Of money.
[Squeak squeak squeak]
[Rumbling]
Jaune Tom,
you take that horrid, vulgar thing away from here!
Pardon me, my friend,
but that was the most remarkable exhibition
of virtu-mouse-ity I've ever witnessed.
Virtu-what-sity?
Virtu-mouse-ity.
A little phrase I coined to describe
the incredible proficiency you just displayed
in apprehending that rodent.
Obviously, it was too small.
Throwing it back was such a noble gesture.
It is an imposition, I know,
but it would afford me great pleasure
if you would join me for a bite of dinner
and perhaps a sip of--
we accept!
We accept!
Name's Robespierre, manager of him--
Jaune Tom,
the world's greatest mouser.
And now can we eat?
It would seem to be out of our hands,
eh, monsieur?
What'll it be your pleasure you're having, s'il vous plait?
Messieurs...
Uh...
Uh...milk.
Milk?
No, no.
Let's really live it up big, Jaune Tom.
Straight cream.
No, no, messieurs.
On an occasion such as this,
we drink champagne.
Champagne, garçon.
Champagne for the greatest mouse catcher in all France
and his manager.
Uh, oui, oui, monsieur.
One bottle of champagne, hot off the ice.
Ah-choo!
It's made out of bubbles.
[Hiccup]
I just want to tell you
that you're a wonderful bunssh of gentlemen.
Everyone.
I saloosh...
Shaloot...
I saloo-shoe!
Vive la France!
[Hiccup]
♪ Bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ oodles of bottles with bubbles ♪
♪ Glasses refillable
♪ that shlop up each syllable ♪
♪ With bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ billions and billions of bubbles ♪
♪ When life is bubbable
♪ the whole world is loveable ♪
♪ Endurable and beauriful ♪
♪ With bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ boodles of bottles with bubbles ♪
♪ When you are mizzable ♪
♪ Just drink something fizzable ♪
♪ With bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ billions and billions
♪ of bubbles
♪ hearts are redooshable ♪
♪ And social and beaushiful with-- ♪
♪ Bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ boodles of bottles of bubbles ♪
♪ Bubbles that Paris sells ♪
♪ That swing you on carrousels ♪
♪ Of bubbles
♪ bubbles
♪ billions and billions of bubbles ♪
♪ Wishes are wishable
♪ the whole world is kisshable ♪
♪ Endurable
♪ and beauriful
♪ with
♪ bubbles
ohh.
Oh, mon die...
Mon dieu!
What a head.
What a head!
Here, what is this?
A turtle, perhaps?
A turtle with a hangover?
[Hiccup]
What?
A two-headed turtle?
Impossible.
Where are you going, turtle?
Ho ho ho ho.
What do you know?
This is no turtle.
It's just a small, bloodshot kitten.
[Hissing]
Oh, gently, gently, shipmate.
I won't harm your little friend.
You see, we three are all in the same boat.
Ho--the same boat.
That is pretty funny, eh?
The same boat, no?
Same...no. no. I--I guess not.
The truth is,
we have been shanghaied, shipmates.
Or catnapped in your case.
And that means we have to work.
Jaune Tom.
[Gulp]
It's all right, Jaune Tom.
We'll get back all right.
Oh, it's such a big ocean, Robespierre,
bigger than all France, bigger than the whole world.
Sure it is,
but you've never given up hope yet.
I have now.
It's too big, Robespierre.
We'll never get back to find mewsette.
It's not as big as you think, Jaune Tom.
Why, look.
It's--it's just made up of little drops.
It's all how you look at it.
Honestly, Jaune Tom.
Jaune Tom?
♪ Little drops of rain
♪ little grains of sand
♪ make the mighty ocean
♪ and the pleasant land
♪ little notes that sing
♪ little words that rhyme
♪ make the mighty memories
♪ and the dreams of time
♪ never let a minute
♪ lie there on the shelf
♪ for there may be in it
♪ all of life itself
♪ little smiles of hope
♪ little drops of tears
♪ make this thing called love ♪
♪ Go dancing down the years ♪
Oh, there you are, shipmates.
Aha! I have good news.
We are headed for Alaska and the gold rush.
We will strike it rich, my friends.
Then we will return to Paris in style, eh?
Oh, no time for games, little turtle.
The rain has stopped, and I have work to do.
I must swab the deck, yes?
♪ Little notes that sing
♪ little words that rhyme
♪ make the mighty memories
♪ and the dreams of time
♪ never let a minute lie there on the shelf ♪
♪ For there may be in it
♪ all of life itself
♪ little drops of rain
♪ little rays of sun
♪ make the hopeful rainbow
♪ glow for everyone
dear Mr. Phtt,
according to your instructions,
I am having Mewsette's portrait painted
by the most famous artists in Paris.
Many of them are not yet well known in America,
so please allow me
to tell you a little bit about each one.
Monsieur Claude Monet might well be said
to be the father of the impressionist movement.
You will notice how monsieur Monet
achieves a shimmering light throughout the picture
and an impression of air and space.
A man of noble birth
is monsieur Henri Toulouse-Lautrec,
who is perhaps best known
for his striking posters for the Moulin Rouge.
Pointillism is a highly individual style
developed by Georges Seurat
in which he creates his astonishing effects
by the clever placing of tiny dots of paint
next to each other.
Henri Rousseau is an ex-soldier
with no formal art training.
He is known as a primitive painter.
With his vivid imagination,
he is creating a charming world of his own
where oranges grow on banana trees.
Amedeo Modigliani is
a talented young Italian painter
who shows great promise.
Sometimes his models have great difficulty
holding the pose for him.
A Dutch painter
who has found new inspiration here in Paris
is a man of violent temperament--
Vincent Van Gogh.
To achieve a strong emotional impact,
he sometimes applies paint directly from the tube.
Monsieur Edgar degas frequently uses
ballet dancers as his models.
To arrive at his delicate color harmonies,
he often uses pastels instead of oil paints.
Don't be concerned
when you see Auguste Renoir's portrait.
Mewsette has not gotten fat.
Monsieur Paul Cezanne is an intellectual artist.
He is a masterful organizer
of color, composition, and form.
His subjects often take on the aspects
of a still life.
The dynamic Paul Gauguin
has only recently returned from Tahiti,
and his paintings show the influence
of the south sea islands.
Another young painter here in Paris
is a volatile Spaniard who shows every indication
of someday setting the art world afire.
His name is Pablo Picasso.
And so, hoping that you will enjoy them,
I ship these paintings on to you.
And tonight, I am sending the original article,
mewsette herself.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Here. Mail this letter, Armond.
Now I want no slip-ups.
The train leaves at midnight.
I'll be back shortly with the belle of Paris.
I want you to see
that she is comfortably settled in her...
Compartment.
I hope my little protege is ready
for her great adventure, sister.
She is, but you don't get her till I'm paid...
In full.
No money, no mewsette.
Very well then.
I'll write you a check.
It's better than money.
Now that's more like it.
It will be well worth it, meowrice.
Mewsette is my greatest achievement,
my crowning glory.
For the sake of your dear neck,
I do hope so.
Ooh, how gallantly you put your case, meowrice.
No girl could resist you.
Judge for yourself
whether you're getting your money's worth.
Mewsette, cherie.
Yes, dear madame Rubens-Chatte?
Why, brother,
don't tell me.
Momentary lapse, my dear.
Even cats are sometimes human.
Mewsette, my dear young friend,
you are beautiful beyond compare.
Thank you, monsieur.
You are most kind.
Tonight I wish to speak to you
of something very personal.
I think you will agree
that before this night is over,
all your dreams will come true.
Oh, madame Rubens-Chatte, isn't it wonderful?
I do thank you for making it all possible.
[Sexy purring]
Come, my dear.
Paris awaits you.
And dear, madame, may I say everything that happens
is because of your faith in me?
I'll be back to tell you about it.
Don't wait up, sister.
It will be later than she thinks.
Oh, I'm going to miss that beautiful little thing.
Well, at least I've got this check
to cheer me up.
Huh?
What's happ--
what's happening?
Why, that double-crosser, that crook.
He used disappearing ink.
Do you know,
if the opportunity arose to do him a disservice,
I might not be able to resist it.
Ah, the moon is beautiful tonight,
ma cherie.
Oh, yes.
So romantic.
Step in here, my dear,
out of the chill night wind.
What was it you wished to tell me?
Tonight I wish to speak of love
and marriage.
You have thought of marriage,
haven't you?
Yes.
I--I suppose I have.
Good.
Then I know just the one for you.
Here's his picture.
His name is Henry Phtt
of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA.
You mean you want me to marry this--
this fat, old--
you are as bright
as you are pretty, my dear,
so please get into the basket,
like a good little bride-to-be.
Who are they?
Business associates, cherie.
Just get into the basket,
and you won't have to look at them anymore.
Into the basket?
No. Oh, no!
Yes. Oh, yes!
You are going to Pittsburgh
to marry that rich American.
Isn't that what you wanted?
Isn't that why you left the farm?
Yes. I mean, no.
I just--
I just want Jaune Tom.
Jaune Tom?
You mean the world's greatest mouser?
Ha ha ha!
Why, old Jaune Tom's
probably in Alaska about now.
He is not.
You're lying,
just like you did about everything else.
Call it a weakness.
Now get into the basket.
No! I won't!
I'm not going to marry anybody!
Meowww! meowww!
[Bell tolls]
After her, boys!
Don't let her fall!
I've already paid the postage.
Aah!
[Whinny]
Come down from there, Armond, you idiot.
No time for second-story work tonight.
[Mumbling]
Well, why didn't you say so,
you epithet?
Well, do you see her?
Hurry. Hurry!
[Thud]
You fools.
Don't you see those paw prints?
Aha!
This should be easy.
Heh heh.
Let's go.
She's not down here.
Back the other way!
There she goes!
Get rid of that dog, you bumbling idiots!
Your whiskers tickle, cats,
and since I can't stand to be tickled
by no cats,
I'm going to tear your tails off
and have them for breakfast.
We understand your feelings, sir.
Nothing like cats' tails for breakfast,
but back there, among those barrels, is a--
[grrr]
[Ruff ruff]
[Meowww]
Yeow!
No!
Please!
Let's talk this over.
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Ugh!
Ooh! Oh!
[Crash]
[Meowww]
After all I've done for you--
taught you everything I know,
made you despicable scoundrels
beyond compare.
Ooh...uhh...
And what happens?
You meet one little dog,
and I, meowrice,
have to save your miserable worthless lives.
Now get out there and find mewsette.
[Sobbing]
Brave country is it not, mes amis?
This weather--
she's a little nippy for cats.
Ha ha.
You could call it catnip weather.
Catnip weather, no?
Ha ha ha!
No.
Ah, well, I am discouraged, too.
We come for gold, we find cold.
I tell you what--
let's join the foreign legion.
We go to Africa and get warm, eh?
[Sniff sniff]
Mon dieu!
Little turtle, look!
We've struck it rich!
Jaune Tom, we're rich!
We're rich!
Wow! Whoopee!
Hee hee hee!
Yahoo!
We're rich!
Now we can go back.
Yahoo!
Six weeks.
Six whole weeks lost.
Never send kittens to do a cat's job,
I always say.
Now that I'm getting these splints off my tail...
How are you...
Baby?
Good as new?
[Smack]
Now, then!
We are going out and find mewsette,
or there will be four new violins in the world.
♪ The glamour's gone
♪ the shades are down
♪ and Paris is only a lonely town ♪
♪ Lonely
♪ when love's a laugh
♪ and you're the clown
♪ then Paris is only another town ♪
♪ Dreary
♪ for the loveless clown
♪ this town's a weary merry-go-round ♪
♪ And around
♪ and around
♪ the Chestnut
♪ the Willow
♪ the colors of
♪ utrillo
♪ turn
♪ to gray, gray
♪ hues
♪ the band playing Bizet ♪
♪ Along the Champs Elyses ♪
♪ Sounds like way down
♪ blues
♪ Paris is a lonely
♪ dreary
♪ oh
♪ so lonely
♪ town
♪ where's that shining flower ♪
♪ 'Neath the Eiffel Tower ♪
♪ Where's
♪ that fairyland of gold ♪
♪ Isn't it a pity
♪ that this magic city
♪ turned
♪ suddenly cold
♪ the chimneys moan
♪ the river cries
♪ each glamorous bridge
♪ is a bridge of sighs
♪ river, river
♪ won't you be my lover
♪ don't
♪ turn me down
♪ for Paris
♪ is such a lonely
♪ lonely
♪ town
lovely view,
eh, mademoiselle?
Oh, no.
Please.
Heh heh heh.
Heh heh heh heh.
[Humming]
If there was any other way,
I would have waited, Jaune Tom.
Nice fielding, team.
Come along.
We'll take the scenic route home.
The first thing we do
is head for that madame what's-her-name's salon of felines.
They're bound to know where she is.
Let's go.
Don't worry, Jaune Tom.
I'm right behind you.
There it is.
Where's mewsette?
She's in danger.
Yes, I know, but--
they've taken her to Meowrice's.
I think she's still there.
Well, thanks a lot.
Yeah, thanks.
Never mind the thanks.
Just give meowrice my love
and then turn him inside-out.
Now, hurry. Hurry.
Canned fish?
What won't they think of next?
Everything is packaged these days.
Heh heh.
Even pretty girls.
Hmm?
[Whispering]
What?
Jaune Tom?
The champion mouser?
[Whispering]
At madame Rubens-Chatte's?
[Whispering]
Quick then.
We must be off to the train.
Grab the handles.
Put your backs into it.
Get moving, you idiots.
All right, lads.
The coast is clear.
Let's go.
Mewsette.
Mewsette!
Mewsette, where are you?
Don't worry, Jaune Tom.
I'll be right there.
Reowrr.
Ah, it's no use, Robespierre.
We're too late.
Nobody to rrowr-fft with?
Hey.
Hey, wait a minute. Stop.
Look. there's a message.
"Jaune Tom, I'm being taken to the train."
[Crying]
Tears of gratitude, eh, cherie?
Just think,
in a few hours,
you will be on a boat to America
and your new old rich husband.
Well, well, here are your little friends,
down to bid you goodbye.
What are we... Going to do?
I'm too p-pooped.
Au revoir, my children.
Don't forget to write.
Hey.
Hey, maybe if I--
maybe if I imagine...
Mewsette?
Mewsette, where are you?
Jaune Tom!
Ha ha ha!
Good work, gentlemen.
Yeow!
Stop him, someone.
Reowrr!
Toss him out the door, boys.
He ought to make quite a splash.
Jaune Tom, help!
They've got Robespierre!
Too late, my dear.
Reeowwr!
Yeow!
Are you all right, mewsette?
You look all right.
At least your eyes do.
If you let me out now,
I'll show you how I really look.
Oh, sure. Sure.
What's the matter with me anyway?
It doesn't really matter, though.
[Whistling]
Why, Jaune Tom,
that's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me.
Oh, Jaune Tom, I've been such a fool.
[Sexy purring]
Jaune Tom, look out!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Reeowr.
Pfsst.
You keep out of it, Robespierre.
Ha ha ha ha!
Jaune Tom,
hold it.
Stop.
Huh?
"Mr. Henry Phtt,
1411 sand box road."
Oh, yes.
Good idea, Robespierre.
You go to beddy-bye.
When you wake up, you'll be on a boat
going to meet that rich husband.
Right, Robespierre?
Please--please don't say anything more.
I'm dying.
I'm dying, I tell you.
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ my heart for you is one big throb ♪
♪ Jaune Tom
♪ my love for you is formidable ♪
♪ With love
♪ here to stay
♪ every day's a gay bon jour ♪
♪ My heart
♪ is touch ♪
♪ And the world is vive I'amour ♪
♪ Buds bloom
♪ and breezes blow
♪ spring sings wherever we go ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ you will say enchant ♪
♪ Once you've met my poupee mewsette ♪
♪ Buds bloom
♪ love sings wherever we go ♪
♪ Mewsette
♪ mewsette
♪ here them say enchant ♪
♪ And hurrah and hooray
♪ une mois fois touch ♪
♪ Ooh la la
♪ ol
♪ so we say en francais ♪
♪ Vive I'amour
♪ vive la gaie
♪ mewsette