An American Tail: Fievel's New York Tails Volume 1

Episode 2: Fievel's Sick Day

SCENE 1

[The episode opens with a splendid morning in the mouse neighborhood in Manhattan. The adult mice cheerfully work at the mouse-sized shops and houses, while the children mice run and play games like hide-and-seek. Pan over to the Mousekewitz house on the front end of the alley, and zoom into the window. Inside, Fievel sits up in bed, looking miserable. His older sister Tanya, along with his Papa and Mama, the latter holding baby Yasha, stand around him.]

Fievel: *about to sneeze* Ah-ah-ah-choo!

Tanya: Oh, Fievel, you don't sound too good. (turns to Mama) He doesn't look well, Mama. I wonder what's wrong.

Mama: It seems that Fievel's got a cold. He'll have to rest in order to get better.

[We see Papa giving his son Fievel a handkerchief to blow his nose]

Papa: Here you go, Fievel. Now take a deep breath, and blow hard.

[Fievel blows his nose as hard as he could]

Fievel: *sniffs* Thank you, Papa. Oh, I feel dizzy, my head hurts.

Mama: Could you hold Yasha for me please, Tanya? *gives Yasha to Tanya*

Tanya: Sure, Mama.

Mama: Ok, Fievel, hold still and let me check your temperature. *feels Fievel's forehead with the back of her paw and finds that it is a little bit warm* Oh dear, my poor bubeleh has a fever.

Papa: It is worse than I thought.

*Yasha looks worried while Tanya comforts her*

Yasha: Fievel no well?

Tanya: I'm afraid not, Yasha. Fievel, how did you get sick? Where did you get your fever?

Fievel: *sniffling* Well, I... I...I don't know how I got...I got- *about to sneeze again* Ah-choo! (blows his nose) ... I guess it just happened. (lies back moaning from his headache)

Tanya: Aw, poor Fievel.

Papa: *sighs sadly* (talking to Tanya) Well, Tanya, however it happened, the point is that Fievel's sick, really sick. (looks back at Fievel) Which means that you need to stay in bed.

Fievel: But, Papa...

Papa: I'm sorry, Fievel. But you're too sick to go out to play today.

Mama: Now try to get some rest, okay, Fievel? Papa and I don't want you getting any more worse for the wear.

*Tanya gives a worried look at Fievel*

Fievel: (sniffs) Okay, Mama.

*Baby Yasha crawls up near the bed*

Yasha: Fievel sweepy.

Mama: It's okay, Yasha.

Tanya: I hope Fievel gets better soon, Mama. Is there anything I can do to help him?

Mama: Yes, there is, Tanya. Why don't you keep Fievel company while he rests? That would really help your brother. In the meantime, Papa and I need to go get some things to help him feel better.

Tanya: Yes, Mama. I'll look after him until you and Papa get back.

Mama: Thank you, Tanya. *Tanya sits on a stool near Fievel sleeping in bed*

Papa: Come along, Mama.

Yasha: *notices Fievel coughing and sniffling and tears begin to form*

Mama: What's the matter, little Yasha? Are you still worried about Fievel?