An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

Fievel:
Stop, stop, stop! Here it is.

Cholena:
Huh?

Police Chief McBrusque:
This way, boys!

Fievel:
It's Chief McBrusque, and he's got his goons with him.

Police Chief McBrusque:
Here. [sniffs] I love the smell of it.

Tony:
Which way?!

Police Chief McBrusque:
We're gainin' on 'em, boys!

Fievel:
Oh, I wish Dr. Dithering were here!

Cholena:
Wait, those are our footprints from before. This way!

Scuttlebutt:
I'm telling you, turn back! Those Injuns are fiends, brutes! They tried to scalp me.

Police Chief McBrusque:
You keep whinin', and I might let 'em.

Scuttlebutt:
[gulps] Suit yourself! But if we're all walkin' around like a rack of Snooker balls, don't blame me! [McBrusque whacks him with his billy club] YEOW-HA-HOW!!! Ooh! Oh-oh-oh!

[Fievel Tanya, Tony, and Cholena running]

Fievel:
[alarmed] Tanya, no!

Tanya:
What's the matter?

Fievel:
The room on the other side is full of booby traps.

Tony:
Whoa! That's right. We barely got through there in one piece.

Tanya:
So, we either go in there, or back up to meet the cops.

Cholena:
Wait. My father once told me of a way around the traps. If only I could remember. I can almost see it, as if it were here in my paw.

Fievel:
That's it!

Tanya:
Fievel, what are you doing?

Fievel:
[runs to the door-wall] I wondered what that paw print on the map meant. Look!

[Fievel pushes on the paw print, causing the wall to roll upwards like a door]

Cholena:
Hurry!

[the door-wall closes as soon McBrusque, his goons, and Scuttlebutt running, McBrusque stopped running and see an empty cave, McBrusque and his goons run into a chamber and Scuttlebutt sneaks to door-wall and McBrusque grabs Scuttlebutt]

Scuttlebutt:
[gasps in shock] NO! Sorry, stop! As far as I go!

Police Chief McBrusque:
[growls] What's the matter NOW?!

Scuttlebutt:
You go through that door, you're gonna be Minced Mouse Pie!

Police Chief McBrusque:
Are you telling me that we're almost there?

Scuttlebutt:
Well, yes and no.

Police Chief McBrusque:
About time. Alright, men. Attack-Formation. [he and the other goons hold Scuttlebutt like a battering ram] CHARGE! [he and other goons hold Scuttlebutt and they run into the chamber. A few seconds later, a creaking sound is heard, and slashing sounds are heard, and they begin to scream in pain, offscreen.]