[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]

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