An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

Fievel:
Are you sure this is the place?

Tony:
Absotively. I helped this guy, Dr. Dithering, move some stuff last month. [he knocks at the door] He's real smart.

Dr. Dithering:
Ah, my, yes. Young, young, um, uhh...

Tony:
Tony, Tony Toponi.

Dr. Dithering:
Yes, of course. Do come in. [lets Fievel and Tony in, and then opens a bigger doorway for Tiger]

Tiger:
[chuckles] I just, a little snugger than I...Oh!

Dr. Dithering:
So, what brings you here?

Tony:
Uh, see, my pals and me. well, we got a question maybe you could answer.

Dr. Dithering:
Fine! Always glad to encourage young minds and all that.

Tony:
Great! So, you know that subway tunnel you told me about?

Fievel:
You said you discovered it.

Tony:
I didn't say I didn't have help.

Dr. Dithering:
Wh-what? You didn't go in there, did you?

Tiger:
I told 'em not to. Honest I did.

Tony:
Ah, put a lid on it, will ya? Honest, Nothin' happened.

[As the mice walk through Dr. Dithering's lab, Fievel begins to make funny faces through the beakers until he notices a telescope; he picks it up and looks through it backwards to see two tiny figures]

Dr. Dithering:
Oh, oh, careful. [Fievel puts down the telescope to see that the two figures are really Tony and Dithering standing right in front of him, and screams] Oh! Delicate, you know.

Fievel:
Sorry.

Tony:
Anyway, we walkin' in the tunnel, mindin' our own business--

Fievel:
Then a train came, and my coat got caught, and we fell down a hole and we saw this skeleton.

Dr. Dithering:
[chuckling] Oh, my. Nothing happened, you say?

Tony:
Well, nothin' permanent, anyway. Filly, show him a map.

Dr. Dithering:
Hmm? Map? [looking at the map that Fievel just gave him] Hmm. Scuttlebutt?

Scuttlebutt:
What? [pops out of a file drawer, startling Dithering, Fievel and Tony]

Dr. Dithering:
Oh, uh, what are you doing in there?

Scuttlebutt:
I'm... cataloging! That's it! Um, keeping your files up to date.

Dr. Dithering:
Ah, good lad. Now, I need you to bring over the large magnifier.

Scuttlebutt:
Oh, yes. the large magnifier. It's what I live for, shovin' around half a ton of glass.

Tony:
[sarcastically] Who's the ray of sunshine?

Dr. Dithering:
My assistant, Scuttlebutt. Odd chap, really. Always poking about, wondering what I'm up to.

[Scuttlebutt wheels in a magnifying glass]

Scuttlebutt:
[grunting] The large magnifier, like you asked.

Dr. Dithering:
Excellent. Hold this, will you?

Scuttlebutt:
Right. But I won't enjoy it.

Dr. Dithering:
Hmm. Ah! This is a artifact from the former indigenous population.

Fievel:
What does "indigenous" mean?

Dr. Dithering:
The local inhabitants. What we incorrectly refer to as "indians."

[Tiger incoherently yells in shock, falls down, and gets back up]

Tiger:
Indians? Hmm.

Dr. Dithering:
Some branch of the Delaware tribes, or rather, from the size of this map, the mice who lived among them.

Tony:
Told you he was smart.

Dr. Dithering:
If you'd like I shall attempt to decipher it for you.

Tony:
Hey, Professor, that'd be ter-- [he hears a bell chiming] Holy spumoni! I gotta get to the factory!

Fievel:
What about the map?

Tony:
Can't wait! If they catch me comin' late, I am a dead rodent!

Fievel:
Maybe Tony was right. Having a job doesn't sound fun at all.

Tiger:
It has a downside. Definitely. Definitely.