Titanic, the world's largest ship to date, was docked at the port of Liverpool. Lovejoy boarded the boat with his feline companion. The gray cat with with paws seemed content, but when they got to their suite, he caught the familiar scent of his rodent rival.
"Here, lad."
Tom, being a cat, couldn't sniff things out with his nose. But he knew something was up. Someone, or rather, some mouse, had followed them onto the Titanic.
All of a sudden, they both saw a brown blur scurry across the floor. They knew it had to be a mouse.
And not just any mouse, thought Tom. It was Jerry the mouse.
Tom hadn't seen where the mouse had ran off to, but he knew he would have to find and catch him before he took all the cheese.
Tom ran out of the suite.
"Tom? Where are you going?"
But Tom didn't understand. He only understood that his owner was calling his name. And all that mattered right now was Jerry.