Macskafogó

In 80 AMM (After Mickey Mouse) the mice of Planet X were threatened by the apocalyptic ghouls of humiliation and complete extinction. Bloodthirsty cats grouped into well-organized, well-equipped multinational gangs, denying law and order, ignoring the historical conventions between cats and mice aiming for the complete annihilation of the race of the mouse. But on the verge of total destruction, when the wisest mice were already thinking about leaving the planet... suddenly a new hope was born...

— How do you say in Pokionian to shoot?
— God knows. Tell him «boom, boom».
— Boom! Boom!

— Grabowszky! Are you hurt?
— Not a habit of mine.

Pedro..! Amigo mio...! We drink blood of can today too. Would be pity for such talent kid.

— It no hurt. Only small scar... on neck... there suck it blood. And..
— Is it certain yet?
— Certain. Like death.
— Excuse me. Could you please allow me to... before the suction... to blow one last time? I mean... on my trumpet.
— Bravo! Dinner with music!

— Get in. I rented a car.
— Oh god! What will this cost us?!
— 2 years of prison if you don't get in fast.

— Chill! 5 more minutes and we're clear on the highway.
— We'd better be, or I'll strangle you with your own tail.

— Is anybody here?
— They've all died.
— Oh. I'm sorry.
— Thank you. Gyurrika is a smart bird.

— No panicking! Everybody stays where he is! Just to let you know, you are now being kidnapped! The ransom is 1 million per person!
— Oh!
— Alright. Let's make it 800.000.

— Our information section is at your service, madam.
— What assholes! They ripped us off with a car for women!

— Let's get out of here, guys!
— We didn't want to buy more petrol anyways.

— In direct contact we'll put stockings on our heads.
— Oh, no! But... but... I only have fishnet stockings on me!
— Doesn't matter. Billy will lend you his socks.

— When can we take these things off, I can't see anything!
— Well, me neither!... But I'm not whining.

— But don't say so! Anyways, stop your babbling.
— Aha.
— Don't «aha» me!

— You're a grand thief, old geezer.
— I'm flattered... But you're still the best, Mr. Teufel.
— You're the most disgusting when you're trying to be nice.

— Safranek? Another little accident..?
— I was shaving, sir..
— But your hand!
— Yes I had the razor in it, sir.
— Poor Safranek... You have a string of bad luck on you. I hope I didn't hurt you in any way.
— Not at all, sir.
— What a relief. You know... Cooperation between boss and inferiors is the key to success.
— You're absolutely right, sir.
— You may go now, Safranek.
— And please give my regards to your lovely wife.
— Thank you sir, but she's been living with you for a year now.