Going to the ball?
I wouldn't if I were you.
Could get dangerous.
You know, they say Macavity will win this year.
Macavity?
A wonderful magician.
One moment you see him...
Come on!
Magic!
So, what's your name?
Cat got your tongue?
- Victoria. - Victoria?
You must have another.
Another?
Mr. Mistoffielees, the magical cat!
Je...
The Heaviside Layer?
Far, far up in the sky.
From where the most deserving cat will be reborn into another life.
So they can be who they've always dreamed of being.
How will they be chosen?
By singing the song of themselves, of course.
Who they are and what they do.
Come.
Come and see a cat who's competing to be the Jellicle choice tonight.
Cockroaches!
Faces!
And now for the icing on the cake.
Why does she want another Jellicle life?
I can't keep being in this kitchen.
Don't get cocky!
Ha-ha!
It's a little old-fashioned, don't you think?
With the cockroaches dancing and the mice singing.
Well, actually, the mice were really good.
But it's all a bit old-school.
Get out.
I'm just trying to offer you some feedback here.
Well, a...
Well, actually, I just thought I'd have a feed at the back.
Get out of this kitchen now.
Let's dance!
No, no!
Thanks, Tugger!
No!
- Ooh! - Do you think he just got neutered?
'Cause those notes are, like... high.
You know...
Lights.
I can dance how he dances too.
- Look. - Let me see.
It's easy.
Hey there.
Stop milking it.
Yeah!
Nah, nah. No more milk.
Milk!
Wow.
Who was she?
She used to be the star of the Windmill.
Then she went with Macavity.
Now she lives on the wasteland.
Good evening, all.
Oh, no. Look what the cat dragged in.
Oh, my. You look absolutely starving.
You can't attend the ball on an empty stomach.
So you're hoping to be chosen?
Yeah. He wants to be reborn as a thin cat so he can get fat all over again.
But he's going to lose!
How dare you! Don't listen to her.
Don't you listen to him because he is a complete and utter bas...
Yeah, you've got it. Here we go. Ha-ha!
Ready?
'Scuse me.
Are you by any chance Jennyanydots?
Yes.
You know, your work should be on the world stage.
Yes.
And that face should be on a poster.
Oh!
Right. That's not going to work, is it?
Okay?
Look at you, and look at me, and you know,
you know that I'm sensitive about my size, okay?
And yet you embarrass me.
That's what I say to you.
Okay? Now, listen. You'll never get me up there on your own.
So let's gather up a few more of the cats and we'll try again, shall we?
Yeah. Okay. Nice and good. Everybody ready?
And... Five, six, seven.
Hey!
Ooh!
Oh!
Thanks, Tugger.
Yaah! Ha-ha! Hoo-hoo!
Spats?
Macavity!
Puss in Spats. I love it.
Hungry?
Look like you haven't eaten for days.
Go for it.
Look at it.
Smell it.
Really tasty.
Well, come on, Puss in Spats. You can do it.
Ha-ha!
Ineffable.
Can we help you?
You really shouldn't be out alone.
I'm not alone. I'm with my friends.
Friends?
Looks like they've run away and left you.
Don't worry.
We'll look after you.
Won't we?
Why don't you come inside?
No photos, right?
Hello, police officer. I bought these for her myself.
- You did what? - Wait.
I'm coming, Victoria!
Don't worry! Stay there!
Here, doggy! Fetch!
I've been looking for you everywhere.
I thought you'd miss the arrival.
What arrival?
Of Old Deuteronomy.
Oh!
Where am I?
It seems we're on a barge in the middle of the Thames.
What are you doing here?
I haven't got the faintest clue.
And I've lost all of my cockroaches.
I can't be on a barge in the middle of the Thames.
I'm supposed to be going to the ball.
Oh, no. You're not going anywhere, Puss in Spats.
I'm determined to win, and I prefer my competition chained up.
Growltiger.
Keep 'em here.
He's called me that twice now.
"Puss in Spats. " Like it's, sort of, a joke.
I rather like it. So the joke's on him.
Who are you?
Growltiger.
* I'm a Bravo Cat, I travel on a barge *
* In fact I am the roughest cat Who ever roamed at large *
* From Gravesend up to Oxford I pursue my evil aims *
* Rejoicing in my title of "The Terror of the Thames" *
Right, no, see, that doesn't rhyme.
You can't just say "Taymes" 'cause it rhymes with "aims. "
It's the River Thames.
Okay, so, it's Growltiger, you say?
Yep. I think I've got it. I think that's it.
I fully understand now who it is.
Thank you for telling me.
Where have you been?
Oh, it's mine.
Yet another trick that went wrong.
You're just in time to see Old Deuteronomy.
Who is Old Deuteronomy?
- Who will it be? - Who will it be?
Who will it be?
It's party time!
With your permission, of course.
Are you all right, my dear?
We haven't met before, have we?
No. I'm not from round here.
I was abandoned.
Oh, poor thing.
Would you like to see me make the Jellicle choice?
Am I allowed?
Why wouldn't you be allowed?
I'm not a Jellicle.
Not yet, perhaps.
Come, we're about to begin.
Gus.
Gus, it's your call.
I just wanted to wish you jolly good luck.
I'm a tremendous fan of your work.
What's your name?
Mr. Mistoffielees.
I'm a magic cat, you see.
Oh.
- Do you ever get nervous? - No, no.
It's all practice, practice, practice. Then nothing can go wrong.
Touch wood.
I've never played The Egyptian before.
Gus the Theater Cat.
Cross paws.
Ah.
I could do it again, you know.
Bravo!
Bravo, Gus.
Could I trouble you for an autograph, sir?
To see Firefrorefiddle come alive tonight
was truly inspirational and scary.
Macavity!
The next contestant is...
Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat.
Skimble!
Macavity.
The Napoleon of crime!
Aha!
Yes!
The time has come to make the Jellicle choice.
Old Deuteronomy, if you would.
As I am the only contestant left.
And, quite obviously, the best.
And so...
Never.
I choose the cat that deserves a new life.
I judge a cat by its soul.
He's got soul.
I've got plenty of soul.
You're a cheat, Macavity.
Oh!
Deuteronomy...
- I am going to the Heaviside Layer. - Ah!
I demand that you grant me another life.
You will never go to the Heaviside Layer.
Oh. We'll see about that.
Growltiger, make her walk the plank.
- Say it's me... - Oh!
...or you'll drown in that river.
You'll never be my Jellicle choice!
- This is your last chance. - Oh! Never!
Where is Old Deuteronomy?
Where is she?
We don't know.
Where is she?
Look, it was only a bit of fun.
We didn't know he was gonna take Old Deut.
There must be something we can do.
We can't just magic her back.
Yes, we can!
Yes, we can.
You're a magician.
- What? - It's not a bad idea.
Might be worth a try.
Really, I can't.
You could try.
Good luck.
You can do it.
Cross paws.
- Can we get a spotlight? - Please, don't make me do this.
And a drumroll, please.
You can do this.
What?
Mr. Mistoffielees?
My hero!
- Don't go! Oh, no! - I'm falling!
Please.
Oh.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the marvelous, magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
She's tricked me.
I will get there.
I will get to the Heaviside Layer. I will win!
You'll all see!
Come with me!
Don't mess with the crazy cat lady.
Oh!
Firefrorefiddle!
Gus!
Oh, you fiend.
Sing.
You are the Jellicle choice.
Thank you.
Up, up, up! Heaviside Layer, here I...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Ineffable.
You're alive!
I believe you truly are a Jellicle cat.
A dearliccle cat.