Felix Kept on Walking is a 1925 Felix the Cat short produced by Pat Sullivan.
Premise[]
While there has never been a poor Felix release, this one measures up to the high standard that has been set by the previous numbers, and then goes a good bit beyond that. The title is borrowed from the name of one of the most popular song hits of Great Britain - "Felix Kept On Walking" and the plot as well was suggested by an actual happening: Some handkerchiefs were shipped into England and with the exception of a few strands of silk they were all cotton. The exception was in a Felix embroidered figure on the corners - the whiskers were of silk. This caused the handkerchiefs to be placed in a classification that called for a special silk tax, on which payment was demanded before they could be admitted into the country.
Plot[]
In the story, Felix has mania for walking. He walks on the piano and is thrown out of his happy home. Up on the roof he starts walking on the radio wire. This disturbs reception down below, so when the listener finds out what causes it he hooks the wire directly to the battery and gives Felix a shock that sends him flying. He lands on a clothes line, where he continues his walk.
A gun is now aimed in Felix's direction and the cat hooks one of the bullets and is carried to a spot where a poet is preparing a new composition. It reads- "Roses are red. If you are blue, beyond the horizon lie riches for you." This is interpreted by Felix as directly concerning himself - a good omen. He starts to walk, and walk, and walk. Finally he walks across the ocean and winds up at the pier of the British Customs House.
Customs officials examine his whiskers, find they are silk, and start after him. Over the London Bridge they all go, and then Felix jumps on a statue of King George and drives off with the King's horse. The ride ends where a soccer game is in progress, and Felix gets mixed up in this and is kicked up into the clouds. Across France he flies, even the Eiffel Tower ducks out of his way, and finally he lands plump in the face of the Sphinx.
Felix trudges off in search of the horizon once more, and eventually lands right where he left the poet, who is still trying to complete his bit of verse. Felix writes - "Beyond the horizon lies wealth I vow, I didn't get there, but you'll go now." With that, Felix, with a cane, knocks the poet off in the general direction of the horizon.