An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

[after "Friends of the Working Mouse"]

Mr. Grasping:
We come to you not as your bosses but as fellow American mice, Out of concern for you and your families. For it has come to out attention that there is a spy in our midst. Yes, a spy. Whose were presence chills us to the bone! A savage, bloodthirsty, injun! [all the workers begin clamoring] What's more, this interloper is the spearhead of a sinister invasion force! These fiends are not attacking from some far-off shore. No! Even as we speak, they lie in wait beneath our very paws.

Papa:
Oh, he knows about the cave. He's talking about Cholena!

Mr. Grasping:
Now, you all know what these creatures are like. If we let them, they'll steal our food, burn our homes, kidnap our children. If we let them, they will destroy everything we have worked for. [all the workers begin to murmuring] So now the question is, will we let them? Will we stand by and let them ruin our American way of life?!

Workers:
No! [they begin to rouse up]

Mr. Grasping:
Then let us go forth together. Let us find the infiltrator. And send her back to her fellow barbarians with the message. This land is our land, and we are going to keep it that way. [workers shout in agreement] A week's pay for the first one who sees the injun! 2 weeks' pay for anyone who helps catch her! Hurry! Hurry!

[the mob run out of the factory carrying torches]

Papa:
Nobody's invading nobody! Wait, oof! [falls over to find himself in front of McBrusque, Scuttlebutt, and McBrusque's goons]

Police Chief McBrusque:
Well, if it isn't Mousekewitz, king of the troublemakers. I've been looking forward to this. [Papa runs away] Grab him!

[Papa runs away with McBrusque, his goons, and Scuttlebutt in hot pursuit; Papa runs into horse's cart and he climbs into a cart; Papa sees McBrusque, his goons, and Scuttlebutt, Papa climbs on a pile of fruit, and he jumps onto the horse]

Papa:
[to the horse] Believe me, I'm not going to like this either! [bites the horse causing it run away and for him to escape from McBrusque, Scuttlebutt, and McBrusque's goons]

Police Chief McBrusque:
Okay, old man. You go hide the Indian. All the better for me.

Scuttlebutt:
[stuck in a cantaloupe] Help! I can't see! I can't see! [McBrusque hits the cantaloupe with his billy club and set him free] Oh, yeah. That's much better.