An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

Fievel:
Come on.

Tanya:
There it is.

[Fievel, Tony, and Tanya are heading into the tunnel where the river's roar is loudest.]

Fievel:
Okay. Now we all have to do... is light the gunpowder. [Tony puts a bomb on a ground]

Tony:
Sure.

Tanya:
Simple.

Fievel:
No problem.

[Tanya gives the fire torch to Fievel]

Tony:
You do it.

Fievel:
I-I... I can't.

[McBrusque and Scuttlebutt runs from dark tunnel and they head towards to Fievel, Tanya, and Tony and they shriek, and run away; McBrusque grabs Fievel]

Scuttlebutt:
Where do you think you're going?! [he grabs Tony and he slams him onto the wall] Nobody makes a fool of Scuttlebutt!

Tanya:
[she runs and jumps on Scuttlebutt] Leave him be, you rat!

Scuttlebutt:
[his last words] Hey, what the-- HEY!

Police Chief McBrusque:
[his last words] Didn't your mother ever tell ya? [he throws Fievel to the ground; tauntingly] Kids shouldn't play with fire. [he waves a torch at Fievel] You might get burned.

[Fievel snarls and jumps and he bites McBrusque's arm and he screams in pain, Fievel stomps on McBrusque's foot, and grabs the torch. Tanya pushes Scuttlebutt off of Tony, and punches Scuttlebutt, who falls backwards on McBrusque back into the dark cave. Fievel throws a torch onto the bomb, McBrusque and Scuttlebutt gasp in shock, then the bomb explodes violently and the underground river shakes and floods the tunnel, together with McBrusque and Scuttlebutt as they fall, screaming, into the chasm to their deaths. Fievel, Tanya, and Tony run from the water, but Fievel gets washed into the water. Tanya and Tony climb to higher ground and the water slows and turns into mud]

Tony:
Where's Filly?!

[Tony and Tanya jump onto the mud in worry]

Tanya:
Fievel?

Tony:
Filly, where are ya?!

Tanya:
Fievel?!

Tony:
Over here!

Tanya:
Fievel!

[Tony and Tanya, thinking Fievel is dead, hang their heads sadly, and tear up, until they see bubbling in the mud, and Fievel pops out]

Fievel:
[coughs] Here!

Tony:
[happily] Filly!

Tanya:
[happily] Oh, Fievel!

[they share a muddy group hug.]