Miss Kitty stood by her husband. "I'll stay with you," she said, holding his hand.
"I just hope Fiera doesn't ask for mouse-flavored ice creamin front of Fievel and Tony," she added with a laugh, "Unless we can find her a place where they sell that."
Cera and Fiera meanwhile looked at the two mice. "We could give you guys a ride," the kittens said.