(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
NARRATOR: In the beginning, before the house was home to a dog named Spike,
or a cat named Tom,
it was home to a mouse named Jerry.
(HANDLE SQUEAKS)
GINGER: Just look at it, Rick, our first house!
RICK: All I see is a mortgage and a lawn to mow.
GINGER: Oh, don't be so cheap and lazy.
Come on, let's get the car unpacked.
RICK: (GRUMBLING) Whoa!
(CRASHING)
RICK: Ginger, what did you put in these boxes? Bricks?
GINGER: Ah! Mouse, mouse! RICK: Ah!
Rick, he went in that hole.
-Call an exterminator. -Nonsense.
Why should we waste money when we have an expert mouser of our own?
(WHISTLES) Spike.
Go get that dirty, little mouse. Sick him!
No, no. Not the paper! Get that slimy little mouse.
Ew. Whose is that?
Eh, never mind.
Now listen, boy. Get that mouse.
You know. Squeaky, squeaky, squeaky, squeak?
-Go get him! -(BARKS)
(TOY SQUEAKING)
GINGER: Brilliant dog you've got there.
Now I've got a lot of unpacking to do,
and you need to get started on this to-do list.
And item number one,
catch that mouse!
Spike, old boy,
now you watch and I'll show you that a little mouse brain
is no match for my big head.
(SNAPS)
You hear that, boy?
That's the sound of success.
Now to remove the remnants.
-(SNAPS) -(YELLS)
Honey, I'm home.
And I bring with me the solution to our rodent problem.
GINGER: Did you hire an exterminator?
RICK: I told you, exterminators are a waste of money.
I got this guy for practically nothing at the animal shelter.
Welcome to your new home.
GINGER: (CHUCKLES) That mangy cat looks like he's scared of his own shadow.
He's going right back where you got him.
RICK: But, honey, at least give him a try.
If he doesn't work out, I can switch him for another cat later.
(PURRING)
GINGER: Hmm. Well, what's his name?
He doesn't have one. But I was thinking we could call him Thomas.
After my father?
RICK: Yeah, your dad was one heck of a hunter.
That mouse won't stand a chance with this cat in the house.
Right, Thomas?
You must be the new cat. Don't you worry, I'm a civilized pooch.
This place is big enough for the both of us.
You don't bother me, and I won't bother you. Got it?
(CHOMPING)
(METAL CLINKING)
-(WHISKER SNAPS) -(SCREAMING)
(DISHES SHATTERING)
GINGER: Thomas?
Thomas, have you seen my antique teapot?
Huh. Better check with the movers.
Sorry, Spike, but Ginger says you have to sleep outside now.
I guess she's still sore about those broken dishes.
Oh, well, this don't look too bad.
At least now I can get some peace and quiet.
GINGER: Thomas.
Have you caught that mouse yet?
Thomas, what are you hiding behind your back?
Flowers? For me? Oh, how sweet of you, Thomas.
Was there something else?
Oh, my, how beautiful.
Nothing else?
Oh, how sweet!
(GASPS) Is that a macaroni necklace?
That is just darling.
You are such a thoughtful cat.
(YAWNS)
Is this your china teapot?
Oh, well, by all means, allow me to return it.
I warned you, cat.
From now on, this here is
a no-kitty zone. Got it?
(GIGGLES)
(THUD)
That's it. No more Mr. Nice Dog.
(JERRY LAUGHING)
RICK: Well, I got most of that list taken care of.
Now, for a little well-deserved...
...R&R.
That's it. That cat is going back.
GINGER: You can't take Thomas back. He's part of the family now.
Besides, this is all Spike's fault.
-Spike? What... -Yes, Spike!
(GINGER AND RICK ARGUING)
NARRATOR: And the rest, as they say, is history.