(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(SCREAMS)
(SNORING)
(TYKE BARKING)
-(CHOMP) -(SCREAMS)
Listen, cat. I'm napping here!
Wake me again, and I'm pounding you good!
(TYKE BARKING)
That's right, Tyke.
And my boy's in charge.
Got it?
(CRASH)
Consider that your last warning.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
♪ United we stand never do we fall
♪ Catching those mice we're one for all
♪ No matter the weather brothers stand together
♪ United Mouse Catchers forever and ever
♪ Meow ♪
Settle already!
The United Mouse Catchers meeting has begun.
Today, we pick a new top cat.
ALL: Aw!
Very sad, I know. I must retire.
But we have two suitable replacements competing for top cat.
Put your hands together for Butch,
-representing the alley cats. -(CROWD CHEERS)
And Tom, our rep from the domestic side of life.
Now, each say why you're worthy
of the golden fez and then we vote.
Thank you, Tom. Well said.
Fellow mouse catchers, we've had some impressive top cats,
and no one will forget Skid, the greatest top cat ever.
What all top cats share in common is they always got their mouse.
-They sure did. -You got that right.
So, I ask you, do you want the next top cat to be that guy?
A cat who's failed to catch one stinking mouse his entire life?
(ARGUING)
Or is your next top cat this guy?
(CHEERING)
In all fairness, Jerry's no slouch.
Dim the lights, Marvin.
We've been seeing what Tom's up against for some time.
This ain't no ordinary mouse.
CROWD: Wow!
And then there's that dog.
That ain't nothing.
All right, all right. Back to your seats, it's time to vote.
Those for Tom, raise your hands.
All right. And those for Butch.
Hmm. It's a tie.
Club rules state, "In case of a tie, a competition determines the next top cat."
Fine with me.
Since Jerry is the smartest mouse I know,
I got a special competition in mind.
First one to bring him here, more than deserves to be top cat.
(CHEERING)
May the best cat win, Tom, old buddy, old pal.
(CROWD CHEERS)
(BELL RINGING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(CRASH)
-(CHOMP) -Yipe!
(GROWLS)
(GROANS)
-(CHOMP) -(SCREAMS)
Uh, a little help here?
You got the wrong cat.
I don't take orders from mouses.
(CRASH)
(SNARLS)
He's mine! I got him!
Easy, mouse, back away from the dog.
(BANG)
(PUNCHING)
One more time on the merry-go-round, Ma.
(SCREAMS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(SNORING)
(TOM SIGHS)
(SNORING)
(CHOMP)
Yeow!
(SPIKE GROWLING)
-(YOWLING) -(CLATTERING)
(CRASH)
(SNORING)
Say hello to the new top cat, sucker!
(EXPLODING)
This ain't the last of me.
(FLUSHING)
Uh, a little help, brother?
You know, one for all?
Ain't letting no mouse get the best of me.
We're going about this the wrong way.
United we stand, never do we fall.
Catching those mice, we're one for all.
So what do you say?
Come on, guys!
BUTCH: (ECHOING) Ain't no reason we both can't be top cat.
We'll share responsibilities, right down the middle.
Even Steven, 70-30.
That's what I like about you, Tom.
You're good at math.
Mousey-wousey, it's time to give up.
Ha. That dog ain't helping you now.
There he is!
(SQUEALS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(JABBING)
-(PANTING) -(JERRY GULPS)
Nice work, pal.
Oh, what's that behind you?
(SHATTERING)
-(CRASH) -So long, sucker!
(SCREECHING)
What's in your mouth, boy?
SPIKE: The rope you tied me up with.
(GROWLING)
(CLATTERING)
Crumpets with my tea, please, Mommy.
(CHUCKLES)
-(CHOMP) -(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHING MENACINGLY)
Take that, brother.
(HORN BLARING)
(TEETH CHATTERING)
It's not safe to cross the street without looking, pal.
What are youse looking at?
(CLATTERING)
I read 'em twice, and there ain't nothin' in the club rules to help us here.
Since neither of youse got Jerry, I'm appointing who I think deserves the golden fez.
Wait, no way!
Fellas, say hello to the new top mouse!