Tiger: Uh, where are we? Tony: Ask them. [he points at Lenape mice, who poke at the Tiger with their spears] Tiger: Whoa! Scuttlebutt: Hey, now, those are sharp! [Chief Wulisso appears] Chief Wulisso: You talk with the English tongue. Dr. Dithering: [stammering] Yes, yes. English. Right. Cheerio. Pip-pip. [sings] ? God save our gracious-- ? [Tony covers his mouth] Chief Wulisso: And you have a cat with you. Tiger: Who? Me? Oh. [chuckles nervously] Yes, but... I'm thinking of converting. Fievel: Honest, mister. We're harmless. Tony: Regular choirboys. Dr. Dithering: If only we had some sort of a peace offering. Fievel: I know. Mama's matzo ball soup. [he gives Mama's matzo ball soup to the Lenape mouse who then give to Chief Wulisso] Chief Wulisso: [sniffs) Ah. We have heard legend of this matzo ball soup. Strong Medicine. [he drinks the matzo ball soup, and speaks Lenape] [Lenape mouse switches the lever; Fievel, Tony, Tiger, Dr. Dithering, and Scuttlebutt fall on the ground] Tiger: Oy, that must be some soup! Chief Wulisso: I am Wulisso, sakima of this clan. Dr. Dithering: [groaning and stammering] Look, I-I-- I don't wish to be rude, but what are you doing here? There haven't been Indians in New York for 200 years. Chief Wulisso: You speak of the Lenape. Dr. Dithering: Ah, quite so. Lenape is what the Delaware Indians called themselves. Chief Wulisso: Our ancestors watched...as the European humans came in their boats, bringing disease, gunpowder... [hisses and points to Tiger] Cats! Tiger: I feel so ashamed! Chief Wulisso: And we watched as the Europeans mistreated the Lenape. Killed many... and scattered the rest. Our ancestors did not wait for the European mice to do the same to them. Instead the found refuge here in the ground, safe, hidden from the world. And that is how we have stayed! Scuttlebutt: They're gonna scalp us?! HELP!! [with his enormous backpack falls down, he run and climbs on a wall and he falls down] [Dr. Dithering and Tiger shout in shock] Fievel: [scared] Are you really gonna scalp us? Chief Wulisso: [chuckles] Of course not. [he grabs Fievel's hat] We are peaceful mice. [he drops Fievel's hat on his head and he smiles] And to prove it, we shall have a feast in your honor. Until then, you will need someone to show you around the cavern. Cholena. Cholena: [she appears] Yes, Father. Tony: [lovestruck, in Italian] Buona sera, bella signorina. [Good evening, beautiful young lady.] Chief Wulisso: This is my daughter, Cholena. She will serve as your guide. Tony: No kidding? Fantastic! Terrif-- [Fievel angrily stares at him] If you got nothing better to do. Cholena: It will be my pleasure. Scuttlebutt: [he get hugged by Cholena's handmaiden, Tankho] What's this?! Cholena: My handmaiden, Tankho. She has volunteered to be your guide. Scuttlebutt: Then again, that bit about scalpin' don't sound so bad.

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