An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

[Fievel, Tony, Tiger, Dr. Dithering, and Scuttlebutt walking through the tunnel]

Scuttlebutt:
Sure. March me to the Center of the Earth. Save for the constant pain, I don't mind at all.

Fievel:
Cheer up, Mr. Scuttlebutt! If we're right, there's a reward waiting at the end of the line.

Scuttlebutt:
[chuckles] Spotty little runt. If I had me way, the only thing waiting for you at the end of the line would be the end of the line!

[creatures whispering in an unintelligent language and they walk away; scene fades to the mice walking into a tunnel, as water can be heard rushing]

Dr. Dithering:
I say. Do you hear something?

Fievel:
Sounds like...running water.

Scuttlebutt:
What? Like them injuns had indoor plumbing? Get off! [chuckles]

Tony:
I don't know, it's awful wet.

Dr. Dithering:
I believe there's an underground river just beyond this wall.

Fievel:
Ooh, what's this mean? [he run towards an Indian painting wall]

Dr. Dithering:
Ah. It seems the natives suffered some sort of cataclysm, as in an invasion or a flood.

Tiger:
Flood? I-I-I'm allergic to that much water. Guys? Huh? Uh, Fiev! Tony! Hey, guys, wait for me! [he trips and falls on Scuttlebutt]

Scuttlebutt:
Get off! Get off! Get off!

Tiger:
Oh, uh, sorry. [to Fievel, Tony and Dr. Dithering] Whatcha lookin' at? [Fievel, Tony, and Dr. Dithering points at the secret chamber] Ooh!

Tony:
Get a load of this place! [Tiger accidentally pushes on a pressure pad and the ground rumbles] Hey, what's going on?!

Tiger:
I'm getting a real sinking feeling!

Dr. Dithering:
Oh, my! Seems we've triggered some sort of a pressure pad.

Tony:
Which means?

Dr. Dithering:
Which means, we're going to, uh, what is it? Oh, you know--

Tiger:
Die?!

Dr. Dithering:
Yes, that's it.

[when the ground stops rumbling, 2 seconds later, hot coal is poured from the ceiling; the mice and Tiger run through different passage ways]

Scuttlebutt:
Coming through! Coming through! Make way! Make way!

[Fievel, Tony, Dr. Dithering, Tiger, and Scuttlebutt running into their booby trap sides, Fievel and Tony are running from swinging-hammers, Tiger running on sharped-treadmill, Dr. Dithering and Scuttlebutt are running and stopped]

Scuttlebutt:
Alright, I quit. Live it up. Here you go. Take it, take it, take it! [he gives the big backpack to Dr. Dithering] Huh?

[a creaking sound is heard; Scuttlebutt turns around to see automatic bows primed with arrows; Scuttlebutt runs towards Dithering as the bows fire their arrows; Scuttlebutt hides behind Dithering who unknowingly uses the backpack as a shield against the arrows]

Scuttlebutt:
Give me that!

[the bows reload, causing the two to dash away; soon, Fievel, Tony, Tiger, Dr. Dithering, and Scuttlebutt meet up again after going through the booby traps]

Tiger:
Can we go home now?

[Fievel, Tony, Dr. Dithering, Tiger, and Scuttlebutt running from spinning booby traps and then they sliding on a slide and they fall into a Native American net]