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An American Tail V: Ch 20
AAT V: Ch 20 – Bagpipes / Warren's Plan
Now in the woods, Fievel is in with his friends in a room at a little hotel at the village. This little get-together includes , Tony, Bridget, John, and Gussie, All of them are scattered in a good sized living room with rich furniture. Karina is out with her friend Sally, Tim, William, and Fievel’s sisters looking after the kids. While everyone sits down on different Couches John sitting on a chair, and Gussie standing, Fievel is looking out the window into the village which is now getting more crowded as more mice approaches. Gussie walks up to the window.
Fievel: That’s a lot of people.
Gussie: They’re being chased away from the City.
Fievel: How is this little village gonna hold everyone from the City?
Gussie: I don’t know.
John: More will be coming, if we don’t make room there isn’t gonna be any room.
Fievel: No kidding…
Tony: So… when are we leaving?
Fievel: Two to three days from now.
An American Tail V: Ch 19
AAT V: Ch 19 – Warren and Moe
Back at the City Warren is admiring the view of the statue of liberty from the top of a building; the sun is high in the sky. A cat from behind approaches him with Moe standing next to him.
Warren: Ah, Moe, did you get Fievel?
Moe: No we didn’t my guy Levi tried hitting them but they were already gone.
Warren: Ah. So they did, dammit. (to the cat) What about you Sonny?
Sonny: We’ve got most of the judges in our heist, and we’ve taken over most of what they had, they’re on the run, crossing the bridge to long island. I don’t know where they’re going.
Warren: Good. Moe, what are you doing now?
Moe: Now we’ve got Gussie’s house in sight, we’re about to siege it.
Warren: Gussie’s house, in Central Park?
Warren: Alright, wait for my arrival and then we’ll move in.
Warren: By the way, where’s Levi?
Moe: Levi? He’s down in the alley wa
An American Tail V: Ch 18
AAT V: CH 18 – The Ships
Back at the camp site by the tree, Tony is on a balcony looking at the sky, admiring the sunrise. His wife Bridget is in the same room as him lying on the bed.
Bridget: Tony, sweetie, what are you doing?
Tony: Just looking at the sunrise.
Bridget: Is it lovely?
Bridget: (pause) What are you thinking of?
Tony: Not much, well… about how they knew where we were.
Tony: The rats.
Tony: Something is not right, I think there is—
Bridget: There’s what?
Tony: Nah, nevermind.
Bridget: no, tell me.
Tony: Well I think there might be a spy amongst us.
Bridget gets out of the bed and approaches Tony with her robe on.
Bridget: Are you sure?
Tony: I don’t know.
Tony turns around to face Bridget, he’s admiring her look while wearing her robe.
Tony: You look pretty good in that.
Bridget: Oh… thank you.
Tony approaches her and gives her a kiss.
Tony: So, how are you?
Bridget: I’m great, now
An American Tail V: Ch 17
AAT V: Ch 17 – Flight of the Koncord
Right now we see three coaches pulled by roach through the woods. They were already at Long island. Inside the first coach Fievel was sitting with Karina and his sisters, on the second The kids were sitting with Tony, and Gussie, while Tim, William and Peter were riding the last coach. They were traveling through the woods at night so that they wouldn’t get noticed by the gangs. In the first coach Fievel and Karina were keeping their mouths shut from their earlier encounter.
Fievel: So… Back at long island.
Tanya: Yep, so, how are we going to head back to Shostka? I mean do you think they’ll go for it? It’s too far.
Fievel: I think being in a different country is better than being in our own. For some reason I think that. It’s good, being far away.
Yasha: That’s where I was born.
Karina: Well, I think taking the cats away is a good idea.
Fievel: They want me. Warran wants me. In fact he wants al
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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