"Next stop, mouth, throat, stomach, intestine and...you guessed it: Green River." the conductor mouse said miserably. Fievel knew he had to do something quick. Untangling himself from the puppet strings, Fievel pushed the mouse puppet down below. The puppet landed into the sandwich, pushing the conductor mouse out of the sandwich. As soon as he landed on the floor, the conductor mouse quickly ran through a little mousehole.

Cat R. Waul then took a bite of the sandwich. After a few chews, he felt something wasn't right. Instead of flesh, he tasted wood. He immediately spat out the wood and growled. Then, Cat R. Waul noticed silver strings hanging in front of him. "Hmmm?" he hummed curiously and looked up to the ceiling. 

"Uh, oh." Fievel thought. He scrambled to get away, but Cat R. Waul immediately grabbed the strings and pulled down hard. The marionette cross handle pushed Fievel down off the railing. "Ahhhh!" Fievel screamed as he fell down, right into Cat R. Waul's open paws.

Cat R. Waul looked at Fievel in his paws. Fievel froze in fear when he saw Cat R. Waul's emerald-green eyes staring at him. "Well, well. Lookie here. A tasty little morsel!" Earless said. "Ooh, ooh! Let me eat him! Let me eat him!" Chula said excitedly, licking his chops. Fievel gasped when he saw One-Eye's ugly mug close up. "You's gonna pay for callin' me 'Furhead', pipsqueak." One-Eye sneered, giving Fievel a nasty grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp fangs. "Enough!" Cat R. Waul said sharply. The cats all froze and looked at their boss. "Huh?" Chula asked. 

"This young pioneer is not going to be anyone's dinner." Cat R. Waul said earnestly. He reached a clawed paw towards Fievel. Fievel trembled with fear, his little heart pounding hard in his chest. But Cat R. Waul merely stroked Fievel's little head tenderly. Fievel had to admit, that stroke actually felt good.

 "Remember, we have to be 'nice' to the mice." Cat R. Waul continued. "If we all eat him, the other mice will miss him and come looking for him. That will arouse suspicion, and we can't have that, can we?" The other cats, including Chula shook their heads. "No, boss." One-Eye said. "No, siree!" Earless added. "Absolument pas." Frenchy added. "Now, scamper back to your parents, little mouse." Cat R. Waul said as he gently set Fievel down. "And be extremely careful. That's frightfully dangerous out here." Fievel didn't waste a second. "Bye." Fievel said as he scampered out towards the way he came.

"Boss, he heard everything!" One-Eye said, starting to panic. "Now, the other mice will all know we're dupin' 'em!" But Cat R. Waul didn't panic. He remained calm. "Don't you worry, you fool." Cat R. Waul said. "I have everything under control. They won't know anything." He turned to Chula. "Chula, you know what to do." Cat R. Waul said with a glint in his eyes. "Give him the 'flying ahh' and make it good." Chula smiled wickedly. "The 'Flying Ahh'! I love the 'Flying Ahh'!" Chula said, cackling with delight.

Cat R. Waul calmly turned to the corner, smiling. But then, his calm smile changed to a worried frown and he clenched his paws anxiously. He then sneaked through a back door on the side of the train car. He almost lost his balance when the powerful wind blew in his face. Clutching onto his hat, Cat R. Waul climbed up the train car through the ladder and climbed onto the roof. "I hope I can still make it." he thought. 

Meanwhile, Fievel was trying to get back to the other train car, Chula right at his heels. Chula tried to grab Fievel, but he kept slipping from his grasp. Little did they know that Cat R. Waul was right above them. The wind nearly swept him off his feet, so he crouched low onto the train roof. Then he heard a familiar sound. "Mouse overboard!" he heard Chula holler. Fievel stopped. "Where?!" he asked, panicked. Suddenly, he felt something grab his foot. It was Chula. "I just love the 'Flying Ahh'!" the spider said with crazed glee. "Ahhh!" Fievel screamed as he leapt from the wire onto the chain. His scream woke his family and the other mice from their peaceful slumber. They all raced to the windows and saw Fievel hanging precariously on the chain above the train's spinning wheels. 

Suddenly, Fievel slipped and landed on the tracks. Fievel quickly rolled out of the way just before the train wheels hit him. Cat R. Waul cringed when he watched Fievel roll down from the tracks. Papa Mousekewitz immediately climbed up the window, hoping to save his son.

But a mouse grabbed him. "Don't be a fool, Mousekewitz!" he said as he pulled him back in. The Mousekewitz family can only watch helplessly as Fievel tumbled down into the desert. Cat R. Waul felt a sense of relief that Fievel was all right, but it was quickly replaced by a sharp pang of immense guilt and regret. "I'm sorry, I'm terribly sorry." he thought as he watched Fievel grow further and further away. Fievel watched at the train left without him. He then looked back and saw the morning sun rise over the horizon.

Meanwhile, Tiger had managed to swim out of the river and he somehow landed on a stagecoach heading West. The only problem was, there was a cowboy dog riding in the stagecoach with his owner. As the stagecoach headed West, Tiger found himself bumping along as he was tangled in the net.

That afternoon, the train arrived at Green River. All the mice got off the train. The Mousekewitz family all got their things and started to get off, but then, Papa Mousekewitz stopped and looked at a little bundle in the corner. "My son, Fievel." Mama Mousekewitz said sadly. Papa Mousekewitz somberly took the little bundle and walked off the train. 

The Mousekewitz family looked at the town before them. "You know something, Papa? I think we got snookered." Mama Mousekewitz said. They all looked around. Green River was nothing more than a rundown, dusty old town. "No, Mama, this is what the land of opportunity looks like, I think." Papa Mousekewitz said. "It feels empty and lonely." Mama replied.

Before long, all the mice clamored over which spot is the best place to live. "Over here, over here!" some of them yelled. Some of the mice already found good spots and settled in. Some argued over which spot is whose. "Hey, you, this is my place!" one mouse said. "Well, this is my place. Wanna buy it?" the other mouse said. 

"Papa, quick! Quick!" Mama Mousekewitz urged. "All right, we may be slower, but we are smarter." Papa Mousekewitz said. "All these speedy mice are fighting over the land. In this dusty country, you want to be near the water." He gestured towards a tall water tower, dripping with water.

So the Mousekewitz family settled in a big can near a little puddle of water. But Mama Mousekewitz wasn't happy. "So this is what we left New York for. This is what we lost Fievel for." she moaned miserably, almost choking in tears.

Little did they know that up on top of the water tower, Chula was crawling his way towards the dripping leak. "Chula, do this. Chula, do that." he said to himself. "I'm a good-looking spider, no? There's lots of pretty women who'd like to marry me." He pulled out a hammer and peg.

Papa Mousekewitz turned to his wife comfortingly. "Mama, Fievel will come. He's a Mousekewitz." he said, his voice filled with hope. "If we work hard, Green River will be everything we dreamed." He pictured the perfect utopia in his mind. "The water, for instance. In days it will be a beautiful waterfall." he continued. "That patch of mud will be a rich field covered with grain. Prairie dogs will graze on that land, and the city will prosper."

Then, at that moment, Chula blocked the leak from dripping. The Mousekewitzs noticed something was wrong. The water stopped dripping. "The water..." Papa Mousekewitz said as he looked up. "Without water, how can we survive?" Mama Mousekewitz said worriedly. 

Then, Cat R. Waul approached the Mousekewitz family. "Please, there's no need for such a bleak assessment of your situation." he said, putting up a confident face. "After all, what are neighbors for? A cup of sugar, a saucer of cream. A pail of water, perhaps." He gave a cup of sugar, a saucer of cream and a pail of water to his cohorts.

"Water?" Chula said as he pushed aside the water pail. "I'll give em water." He spat out a cobweb against the can, trapping the family inside. 

"I'd like to share a vision. A vision of a better world." Cat R. Waul said as he knelt down and undid the cobweb. "A world where cats and mice live and work side by side." He saw little Yasha and other baby mice playing in the mud. He knelt down and gingerly picked up Yasha in his paws. "A world where mothers raise their little mouselings without fear." he continued. Papa and Mama Mousekewitz panicked, fearful that the cat might eat their baby. 

But Cat R. Waul merely gently kissed Yasha on the cheek. "Where musicians receive their proper due." Papa Mousekewitz smiled although Mama Mousekewitz fainted in his arms. "Where young mousettes fulfill their every dream." Tanya's eyes sparkled. "Will you help me build this perfect world?" Cat R. Waul asked the mice.

As the mice cheered loudly, Cat R. Waul turned and looked worriedly out the distance. "That poor little mouse. With such conditions out there, he wouldn't stand a chance." he thought with worry.