Rayman Legends Adventures in An American Tail 4: The Mystery of the Night Monster/Script

It seemed to be a normal night so far. All was calm and silent so far, but Teresa had her hands complete with her dream-walking training since there was a case of nightmares going on.
"Dimples," Teresa asked once she saw Darla who was now Martin's adoptive little sister as she seemed to be having a nightmare of her own.
Timmy grumbled in his sleep. "What? What's going on," he asked.
Teresa was in the house with him, but not exactly at the same time since she was in the Dream Realm right now. She looked like a zombie wherever she slept like this. Darla turned and twisted in her sleep, her nightmare clearly being very agonizing for her.
Soon Teresa rushed over to Darla in her dream to awaken her. "Dimples, wake up, you're having a nightmare," she cried out in despair to awaken the girl.
Soon Darla shrieked in her bed as soon as she eventually awakened and shivered heavily, which awakened Martin and the rest of his family.
"Darla..." Patch frowned out of worry.
"What's up, girl," asked Timmy, poking his nightcap-clad head around the corner, "or rather, what's keeping you up?"
Darla shivered a bit.
"Oh, Darla...you must've had a nightmare..." Martin frowned as he sat down with his little sister.
"I did so..." Darla frowned back.
"Hoo, boy...how many has it been this month, exactly," asked Timmy.
"Teresa," Martin called out.
Soon Teresa rushed over with her notebook. "72 times," she said.
"Darla, you should warn us about your nightmare, it'll feel less eerie that fashion," Martin grinned.
"Oh, but I can't get it out of my mind," Darla frowned, "you guys remember how horrible I was if you first met me."
"Yes," Teresa nodded.
"I saw the movie, but yes, I remember," Timmy added.
Darla let out a small moan.
"Is this because of that incident at Stage 13," Martin asked.
Darla nodded mournfully.
"Aw, c'mon, Dimples," Teresa said, "Danny and Sawyer aren't mad at you anymore. You've gotten the other animals to forgive you. Even Cranston, for the grump he is, and you're living a grand new life. You don't need to feel bad anymore."
"Yes. Put the past behind you," Timmy replied, "then what was the nightmare about? Confronted by your past self?"
"Uh-huh..." Darla nodded.
"Figures..." Timmy replied, "well, we must put the kibosh on these nightmares, right away!"
"I'm doing the best I can from Princess Luna's training," Teresa said, sounding quite tired and exhausted from her best efforts.
"Maybe we can get Darla out on an adventure for a while," Martin suggested as he stroked the girl's blonde curls, "but where? Facts have been silent since she last saw the Sailor Scouts, where they might be too busy with other facts to take her on an adventure."
Timmy suddenly snapped his fingers in realization. "Hey, I know...why don't we go visit Fievel," he suggested.
"Fievel," Darla asked.
"Yes, you know, our little mouse friend," Martin replied, "perhaps visiting a new world will make you feel better."
"It always helps ME," Timmy replied, "I haven't seen him since I first met him during his journey to find his family. I wasn't there for his Wild West adventure, since I was busy catching up on previous adventures."
Darla wiped her eyes.
"Let me check my spell book real fast," Martin said as he walked away to his room for a moment.
"Alright, take your time," Timmy replied.
Martin and Patch went into his room for a moment.
"Hey, Dimples, don't feel so blue," Teresa said to Darla, "I mean sure, you flooded a stage with a bunch of us inside of an ark and we thought we could trust you and you just wanted me and Martin dead because we knew your plan-"
Soon Darla yelled out and wept as she felt bad about that.
"Oh...uh...whoops," Teresa muttered.
"Smooth move," Timmy replied sarcastically before turning to Darla, "look, Darla...sure you weren't exactly nice in the past...but that's not you anymore. You're learning from your mistakes and putting in the effort to become a better person."
"I'm really trying....." Darla said as she covered her eyes, "especially since I've met Serena and the other Sailor Scouts. Martin and Auntie Shrew even took me to Hollywood to make amends."
"You see? Progress," Timmy grinned, "but yet, ya must be brave. And if there's one rodent who knows about being brave, it's Fievel Mousekevitz. After all, he was plenty afraid, but he didn't let it keep him from finding his family AND saving them, as well as the whole rodent community of New York. Have I ever mentioned the Giant Mouse of Minsk?"
"Aye, ye need," Teresa said as she attempted to sound Scottish.
"Oh, you shoulda seen it, Darla; it was enor-mouse," Timmy replied, "and these cats were running afraid! Hoo-wee, it was a LAUGH RIOT!!"
"Enor-mouse..." Darla asked, chortling a little as that was kind of funny.
"Ah, see what I did there," Timmy smirked, tussling her hair playfully, "anyhow, I wish Fievel and Tiger and Tony will like you."
"Huh...I hope so..." Darla replied.
Soon Martin came back out with a spell to take them to where Fievel and his family were.
"What took you so long," Teresa replied.
"Forgot where I put it......" Martin replied, "but I found it!"
"Alright then," Timmy replied, "let's get squeaking!"
"Fair enough," Teresa said.
Soon Martin did the other world spell and used certain words to take them to the Mousekewitz family, and of course, they would be mice for this adventure like in the other adventures in An American Tail.
"Good morning, everyone~," Timmy greeted as he and the others entered the Mousekevitz household, "long time, no see!"
It seemed to be a rough morning in the Mousekewitz household.
"Holy Swiss Cheese, I'm gonna be late for work," Tanya yelped as she ran out of bed.
"Woah...looks like Tanya's in a rush..." Timmy commented.
"You think so," Teresa replied.
"Work," Darla asked, "why would a boy need to work?"
"Welcome to the turn of the century, Dimples," Teresa warned her, "children have jobs as well as their parents."
"It was...a difficult time," Timmy added.
"Do I need to get a job as well," Darla asked.
"Perhaps you could go with Tanya for a while," Martin grinned to his little sister, "be lucky you only need to go to school back home and not to need to concern about work."
"I guess...I've technically had a job since I was almost five though," Darla replied about her old life.
"Farewell, jocko," Timmy replied as he patted her on the head.
"Oh, my..." Darla said about having to go to work before looking to see that her clothes changed to fit the time period since she was in her pajamas before.
"Oh, I can't believe I overslept, this is awful," Tanya cried out in grief, "just awful!"
"Hey, if you rush they might not notice," Timmy stated, "morning, Five. What's up with you?"
"I...I had a nightmare....." Fievel shivered, a little shook up.
"Just like Darla did so......" Lionel noted, "perhaps you could help. Why don't you go with her? It might take your mind off the nightmares you been having."
"Uh...well..." Fievel stammered.
"That might be nice, go off and have an adventure," Teresa warned them, pushing Fievel into the kitchen while Papa read the newspaper called The Daily Nibbler.
"Perhaps we could tag along as well," Timmy remarked, "besides, we came for an adventure and by heavens, we're gonna need one!"
Soon Tanya came out once she was dressed and ready to go to work.
"You want to speak awful, well, look at this headline," Papa huffed as he read his newspaper, "Manhattan Monster Mystery torments town mice!"
"My boss Mr. Daley came up with that," Tanya grinned bashfully, "I think it's catchy."
"Alliteration," Timmy noted, and a dinging sound was heard.
"Tanya has yet another design change that's confusing as all heck in the American Tail continuity," Teresa added with another ding, which was more of a CinemaSin than a CinemaWin.
"Well, whatever works," Timmy replied, "I thought it meant she was getting older. Also, it's Lacey Chabert voicing her instead of Cathy Cavadini, then...yes."
"I can't watch Fievel Goes West without thinking about Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls," Teresa said.
"I think it's cockamamie," Mama complained about the newspaper, "he should be disgraceful printing such stories. It's a wonder any of us can sleep!"
"But Mama, Mr. Daley says that's what sells newspapers," Tanya said, straightening out her clothes. "Of course, Nellie Brie says that stories about monsters are just a bunch of babble and balderdash. They argue all the time," she said with a deep, fulfilling sigh.
"Conflict of interests," Timmy nodded, "if I've seen it once I've seen it...well, a lot."
"Not to mention it sounds like Tanya has a crush on that Mr. Daley guy," Martin added.
"Wait, what," Tanya yelped, "that is just not true! I have a high admiration for my boss!"
"Yes, a school girl with high admiration," Teresa snickered.
"You actually met Nellie Brie," Fievel asked his sister out of shock.
"Sure," Tanya grinned, "first day I'm on the job, she walks up, shakes my paw and says "Welcome to the Daily Nibbler"!"
"Very keen, indeed so..." Timmy remarked.
Tanya just pouted to them.
"Say, if you see her, warn her that was some article she wrote about these mice," Papa said to Tanya, "slaving off at the clothing factory!"
"Then what kind of story is that," Mama scoffed, "everybody we know works hard!"
"Who are you," Fievel asked Darla.
"I'm Darla," Darla replied, "Martin's little sister."
"I didn't know Martin had a little sister," Fievel said.
"Well, it's her first time being here," Timmy explained, "we figured we could help her deal with her nightmare problems."
"Well, um...it's nice to meet you," Fievel said to Darla.
"Well, this is the famous Fievel Mousekewitz," Darla grinned.
"Oh, I don't know about famous," Fievel replied.
"Buddy, you helped construct a huge robot mouse AND stop a gang of notorious feline outlaws," Timmy replied, "if that's not fame, I don't know what that is."
Fievel grinned bashfully to that before drinking the milk in a thimble that his mother gave him while she spoke with his father about the newspaper. "Wow...she must be really brave......" he frowned about how amazing Nellie Brie was.
"Yes, I suppose so," Tanya grinned as she got ready to go to work.
"This Nellie Brie character has some major chutzpah," Timmy remarked, "and that's just what we need!"
"Then what are we going to do today," Darla wondered.
"I think you should go to work with Tanya," Mama suggested.
"What," Tanya gasped upon seeing this.
"And have this neighbor Nellie Brie warn him that this monster is a bunch of 'bedknobs and broomsticks'," Mama said, patting Fievel on the head.
Teresa guffawed slightly from what the Russian mouse woman said. Timmy joined in, also realizing it. Martin tried to stop them, but chuckled himself as it was kind of funny.
"You mean 'blubber and balderdash'," Papa snickered to his wife.
"Booble, Bobble, whatever," Mama scoffed before grinning to her son, "Fievel, go get dressed."
"Alright, Mama," Fievel said before going away to his bedroom.
At last, Fievel returned, completely-dressed.
"Oh, Mama, please, I can't," Tanya whined about taking her little brother along, "warn her, Papa!"
"Mama...she is new on the job......" Papa replied.
"Yes, but how did you get this job," Mama asked.
"Well...from Tony, but-" Tanya frowned.
"And whose friend is Tony," Mama asked.
"Fievel's..." Tanya moaned.
"Well, it's settled," Mama said.
"Alright, let's go," Timmy decided.
"You alright, Fievel," Darla frowned out of worry.
"I'm ready..." Fievel said, a bit tiredly.
"I'm doomed," Tanya moaned to herself.
And then, soon they left the house, passing behind Flaversham Toy Shop on the road.
"Don't look now, Fievel, but we're about to pass your girlfriend," Tanya snickered.
Fievel went red with embarrassment at that. "She's not my girlfriend, Tanya," he retorted.
"Flaversham..." Teresa muttered before remembering. "Oh, yes! Olivia Flaversham," she turned to Martin, Darla and Timmy, "I met her since I met Basil; the Grand Mouse Detective."
"I dare see..." Timmy nodded, "I'll need to check that out sometime."
Fievel looked bashful as they passed behind the toy store. Olivia grinned as she helped out her father, Hiram as the others walked side-by-side.
"Good morning, Mr. Flaversham," Tanya waved.
"Oh, good morning, Tanya," Hiram grinned to the young mouse girl.
"Hi, there," Timmy waved.
"Oh, are these some friends," Hiram replied.
"Yes, you remember Teresa and Martin, this is Timmy and Darla, and of course, Fievel," Tanya grinned.
"Yes," Timmy nodded.
Soon Olivia came out with a grin.
"Oh, uh, hi, Olivia," Fievel said sheepishly.
"Hi, Fievel," Olivia grinned.
"Um, Tanya, don't we need work to get to," Timmy asked, "I doubt your boss will like it if you're late."
"Gah! Yes," Tanya yelped and went back to rushing away to work for the day since teasing her brother seemed to eat up some of her time.
"Olivia, I need to run into town, you stay out of danger," Hiram said as he went with some other mice to the Town Council to speak about the issues they had been having for a while.
"Alright, Dad," Olivia nodded.
Hiram grinned and soon walked away.
"I guess we must get to work for the day, right, Fievel," Olivia grinned bashfully.
"Uh, yes, I'm going with Tanya today," Fievel replied.
"Then let's GO," Timmy repeated.
"Farewell, Fievel..." Olivia said, "have a nice day."
"Thanks, Olivia...." Fievel said, backing up a bit hesitantly.
"Step it up, little Five," Timmy replied, "we must go!"
Tanya seemed to be walking fast to get away from Fievel.
"Tanya! Slow down, will you," Fievel complained.
"Now just remember if we get to the newspaper, don't be a pest," Tanya warned him sharply.
"I am not a pest," Fievel pouted.
"There's gratitude for you......" Tim,y commented.
"And don't even try to speak to my boss, Mr. Daley," Tanya said, "understand?"
"Why," Fievel asked, "is he mean?"
"Mean? Oh, dear, he's wonderful," Tanya grinned, "he's the kindest....smartest..."
"What she's saying is that Mr. Daley is most likely very busy," Timmy explained, "then he's gonna expect us to get the job done."
"Um, yes," Tanya said, "thank you, Timmy."
"My pleasure," Timmy replied, "then let's get moving!"
Soon they scampered away, following Tanya. Two mouse guards walked along before stopping as Tanya came into work for the day.
"Next," a voice called from inside.
"I guess that's our cue," Martin noted.
Soon they came in next once they were called.
"State your destination," a guard demanded.
"I'm going to my job at The Daily Nibbler," Tanya reported.
"A-A-A-And we're with her," Fievel added about himself and the others.
"Huh...oh...aha," the guard replied as he looked at their papers before stamping in approval, "very well, pursue into United Rodents' Council Resolution 4-D-7; I hereby inform you you're here in a state of emergency due to the attack by animals or animals unknown."
"Nice to know," Timmy replied.
Fievel looked a bit alarmed on the other hand.
"Any questions," the guard asked after running the rules past them.
"No, sir," the others replied, even Fievel.
"Sure, be careful out there," the guard replied before letting the other guard let them pass through.
"Thanks," Darla nodded as they entered.
Of course, being mice, they were met by giant humans who were going about their own business.
"Woah," Timmy yelped, "bob and weave, duck and dodge!"
"I'm not sure if I can make it through there," Darla trembled.
"Come here, Darla, you can ride on my back," Martin offered.
Darla climbed onto his back and patted his head. Martin grinned to his little sister and gave her a ride and soon went with the others across the street carefully while following after Tanya. Soon they found a carriage ride and used it safely over and then made it to Tanya's workplace.
"54th street, watch your step," the coach-mouse warned them.
"Found it," Timmy nodded as they disembarked.
Soon they kept running, but luckily, they were almost there.
"So much running....no one said there had to be so much running..." Teresa shivered as they ran into a hole in the staircase before coming up another hole as the humans were working.
"You want me to carry ya," Timmy asked her.
Soon Teresa came onto him with no hesitation.
"Teresa, say something before you do something like that," Martin said.
"Nyah," Teresa replied.
"Hey, I don't mind," Timmy replied with a grin.
"All right, let's go then," Martin said as they continued to follow after Tanya.
"Be careful," Tanya warned the others.
"Why," Fievel asked.
"Just...do that," Timmy replied.
Soon a stack of newspapers dropped down, luckily just missing them.
"Head for that table," Tanya warned the others as she led the road.
It seemed harder than it looked, especially for Fievel.
"Woah! Watch yer head," Timmy urged.
Fievel was almost run over by a newspaper cart until someone drove side-by-side on a roller-blade and saved him just in time.
"Oh, please, is that your idea of being careful? Now, hold on tight," the mouse guard warned Fievel as they rode away together until they stopped the ride just then.
At last, they made it to their destination.
"Thanks...uh..." Darla blinked.
"Hello, Tanya," the guard said, revealing to be a female in disguise.
"Nellie, thanks, that was really----" Tanya grinned, but soon looked puzzled, "why are you dressed like that?"
"Oh, well, you see, I'm writing an article about the security gate," Nellie replied, "looking for signs of blackmail and kickbacks. That sort. Couldn't find a stitch of it."
"Ooh, clever," Martin nodded.
"Well, you must be Nellie Brie," Darla presumed.
"That's the byline, and you are," Nellie grinned.
Then the others introduced themselves to the famed female mouse reporter.
"Delighted," Nellie grinned before she began to make her exit, "well, I better be on my road. If I'm late, Reed will bluster on about it all morning, and we wouldn't wanna give him the satisfaction, now would we?"
"Alright," Timmy nodded, "lead the road!"
"Come along then," Nellie replied.
"Wow," Fievel grinned.
"You wanna speak with her or not," Tanya frowned before going first.
"What just happened to the old Tanya who loved her brother no matter what," Teresa asked.
"She grew up," Tanya replied.
"Yes, grew up into a stuffed-shirt jerk," Timmy replied.
"Well, I never," Tanya frowned to them furiously.
"Face it. Just because you got older doesn't mean it justifies your lousy new attitude," Timmy replied.
Tanya let out a small scoff while leading them to her workplace. "This never happens until I go alone."
"Is she always like this," Darla asked.
"She was actually nice the first time we met her," Teresa replied.
"Yes. She's just convinced that getting older means that you need to stop being fun," Timmy replied, "but you can get older AND yet be fun. Never forget that, jocko."
Fievel and Darla nodded as they took that as some advice. Soon they climbed up a long table and came into what looked like an elevator.
"Here ya go, Miss," the mouse grinned, "all aboard."
"Thank you," Tanya grinned back.
Timmy waved as the lift took them upwards. In a fashion, it was like a roller-coaster ride, and the mouse even warned them about not having a really big breakfast beforehand.
Soon they came out of the tube and another mouse helped them out once they were finally at work. Teresa wobbled out as her face looked green.
"Easy there," Timmy urged, handing her a large bag.
Teresa took it before heaving into it, as of course, she got sick.
"Is this how you always go to work," Fievel asked his sister.
"Yes," Tanya grinned.
"Well...it's certainly interesting..." Timmy remarked, "starting the day off like that, I don't see or understand how you became such a grump after these first few adventures!"
"Perhaps she's in puberty," Teresa replied.
"What's puberty," Darla asked.
"One of the facts I hate about being a girl," Teresa replied.
Then Timmy's eyes widened. "That, or perhaps she's trying to act older than she is just to impress her boss. I've seen that kinda fact plenty of times," he explained.
"Don't be silly, I warned you, I need a high admiration for him," Tanya huffed before smacking Fievel's paw as he tried to take some paper.
"Same difference," Timmy replied.
"I can see it now," a gray male mouse grinned, "security guard gates caught in cheesy bribe!"
"Oh, look here, Reed, I've never seen anyone take a bribe," Nellie snickered as she hung up her coat, "and the only cheesy fact around here is your preposterous headlines!"
"My headlines are the only reason anyone reads your stories," the male mouse snickered back, taking the hat off her head.
"Well, my stories are the only reason anyone ever reads this paper," Nellie retorted.
"Conflict of interest......" Timmy noted.
"You know, if you weren't a lady, I'd give you a piece of my mind," Reed frowned to Nellie.
"And I'd take it, but that'd leave you with none to spare," Nellie snickered.
"Ooh! I must remember that one," Teresa snickered to herself.
"Already found it," Timmy replied, handing her a piece of paper with the comment written down.
"Thanks," Teresa said, accepting it where she could use it on someone later on.
"Blast it all, Nellie," Reed frowned before hitting his paw on his desk before hurting it, "oh! Ow! Ow!"
"Who's that," Fievel asked his sister.
"My boss, Reed Daley," Tanya chortled, "isn't he something?"
"If you say so," Timmy shrugged.
"Yes, he sure is something else," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"That Manhattan Monster's the biggest story we've had in years," Reed warned Nellie, "but according to Nellie Brie, no sir! She's off digging up politicians and plot holes!"
"Look here, I write about facts, not fairy tales," Nellie frowned.
"Here, Fievel, why don't you draw a little bit," Teresa suggested, finding some blank paper for the young mouse boy.
"Yes, grand idea," Timmy replied.
Fievel grinned to that and began to draw while Reed and Nellie seemed to argue for a bit.
"Where is that new assistant," Reed demanded.
"Right here, Mr. Daley," Tanya beamed and ran toward him.
"Call a staff meeting; gimme a double buttermilk, cancel my 3:00, and get Byrd to get these singulation figures on my desk fast," Reed responded.
"At least he's not as bad as Jameson," Timmy smirked.
"I want these pictures of Spider-Man on my desk by 4:00, Parker," Teresa said in a gravely voice for a joke.
Darla and Fievel began to draw together.
"What? Who are you," Reed asked.
"Eek," Fievel yelped as that alarmed him while holding his drawing.
Reed took the paper and glanced at it. "My ears don't look like that," he commented.
"That's true, but to be accurate, he'd need a bigger piece of paper," Nellie snickered.
Tanya looked horrified at what might happen next.
"Alright, who let in the girl," Reed snorted as he crumbled up the paper.
"I'm VERY sorry, Mr. Daley," Tanya apologized frantically, "that's my brother and their friends. My parents made me bring them."
"Well, we could ask Miss Brie about the 'bumble and the bubbledum'," Fievel added softly.
"The what and who," Reed replied.
"The bumblebee and the balderdash," Nellie warned him, "your stone-cold monster."
"Oh, yes, well, I'm sorry, boy, but this isn't a babysitting service," Reed scoffed to Fievel.
"Hey, Fievel is no ordinary boy, that's for sure," Timmy replied, "he's done plenty of extraordinary facts in the past times we've met him."
"Uh, don't worry, Mr. Daley, it won't happen again," Tanya grinned hesitantly, trying to drag her little brother off.
"B-B-But I didn't get to ask Miss Brie," Fievel frowned.
"Forget it, Fievel," Tanya moaned, "oh, facts could not get any worse."
Soon they heard a tube coming with someone else coming over.
"Tony," Teresa gushed out of emotion.
"Try not to get jealous," Martin whispered to Timmy, "Teresa had a crush on Tony since she was a girl."
"Eh, it's cool," Timmy replied before speaking normally, "yo, Ton-ay! Long time no see and whatnot!"
"Yo, guys," Tony grinned as he came over to see them, "hHey, what're you doing here?"
"We came with Tanya," Fievel grinned back.
"Sure," Tony grinned, "oh! Hey there, Mr. D!"
"Do I know you," asked Reed.
"Sure! I'm Tony Toponi, your new roving reporter," Tony exclaimed.
"Tony, you are not a reporter," Tanya frowned before snickering, "you're a news boy."
"Yes, that as well, but I'm making big connections on the street," Tony replied, "and have I had news for you!"
"He's all ears, obviously," Nellie snickered, showing Fievel's drawing.
Timmy snickered under his breath at that.
"Well, what's up, Tony," Teresa asked.
"There was another monster attack last night, in Chinatown," Tony snickered.
"Woah! Speak about your Hong Kong Horrors," Timmy remarked.
"What else," Darla asked Tony curiously.
"Swiped the gang right out of the living room," Tony snickered, "I heard it was a regular 'massacre'! Blood all over the place!"
Soon Fievel gulped hesitantly.
"Arms and legs twisted right apart," Tony continued while Martin and Darla looked a bit traumatized while Teresa looked like she was being aroused somehow, "eyes sucked clean right out of their sockets!"
"Is it hot in here," Teresa commented.
Timmy glanced over. "No, it's just you," he replied.
"Tony," Fievel moaned.
"What," Tony asked.
"Smooth, Toponi. Perhaps tone it down before you traumatize the jockos...or make someone with a weak stomach very ill," Timmy added.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry 'bout that, buddy," Tony replied.
"Well...no harm, no foul, I suppose so," Timmy replied, "and Teresa? Your reaction to that......detailed description has given me a LOT of future ideas."
Teresa gave a sheepish grin in response to that.
Timmy coughed into his fist. "Well...anyhow...we might as well get going. We have work to do," he replied, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
"OK, that's it," Teresa replied.
"Nothing I haven't dealt with before," Martin said as he got settled in, "I help out Clark at the Daily Planet all the time."
"Alright, I've had it---'Monster Strikes Again; Fortune Cookie Crumbles for Chinese Mouse'," Reed described the possible headline, "well, I'll think of something better. Nellie, get out there and get on that story. Oh, and take Rembrandt and company here with you."
"Oh! Honestly, Reed," Nellie frowned.
"Look, either he goes with you to Chinatown, or you stay here with him and play babysitter," Reed smirked.
"Ooh," Nellie growled before handing Fievel a notepad and stormed away to get ready.
"Alright, then, time to net us a story," Timmy remarked confidently.
"Hopefully this gets your mind off your nightmare," Martin consoled Darla.
"I guess so," Darla sighed softly.
"Just follow me," Tony snickered, "I know where we can go to follow this tip."
"Alright...lead the road, Toponi," Timmy replied.
And then, they left the news room and began to follow after Tony, passing behind humans at work.
"Thanks, ever so much for the tip, Mr. Toponi," Nellie said.
"Ah, no sweat, Miss Brie," Tony grinned. "You need to know what's up, I'm yer guy," he whistled.
"I do wonder what it's for..." Timmy pondered.
"You'll see," Tony hinted.
"What? Who? What? Wasn't me," a familiar cat was heard before he grinned and came out to the group of mice, "Tony! Hi, Fievel, how you doing here? Ah, Teresa and Martin, so nice to see you guys! Oh, and you've brought some friends with ya."
"And what have we got here," Nellie mused.
"This is our friend, Tiger," Fievel grinned, "he's a cat."
"Hey, big guy," Timmy snickered, "been a while!"
"What were ya doing in there," Tony asked Tiger, collecting the newspapers that fell out of the cat's bag.
"I was just taking a nap because I'm pooped," Tiger replied before yawning.
"You've had Tiger working for you," Fievel asked Tony.
"No, with, we're partners," Tony warned him, "we're partners! He gives me mobility, I give him half the take......after expenses."
Timmy snickered. "Equal partners...."
"What sort of expenses," Nellie wondered.
"Ah, with the cost of the papers, alphabetizing and promotion, he clears about 10%," Tony replied.
"Mr. Toponi, I think you're about to go far in this business," Nellie replied before walking off to the carriage, "really, I do so."
"True on that," Timmy nodded.
"Farewell, guys, see you later," Fievel grinned and waved as he followed after Nellie.
"Yes, later," Tony waved back, "farewell, Miss Brie!"
"Catch ya later, Tones," Timmy waved as he and the others followed behind.
Soon Tony and Tiger were left behind as they had their own work to do. Soon the others caught a train ride into town to start their own work.
"Well now, what was that you wanted to ask me," Nellie asked Fievel.
"Well...it was about....the monster," Fievel replied.
"He's been having nightmares about it for awhile now, and it had him really spooked," Timmy explained.
"Oh, I dare see," Nellie replied, "all these horror stories have him concerned, huh?"
"I'll say," Fievel frowned. "I've never been so afraid in my entire life! I'm afraid to go to sleep, and if I do sleep, I get these nightmares that are so--" he stopped in doubt, "oh, you must think I'm a big baby, right?"
"Not at all, not at all," Nellie grinned, "I know exactly how you feel."
"Oh. Really," asked Fievel.
"Oh, but you can't," Darla said, "you seem fearless."
"Oh, dear, darlings," Nellie grinned, "only fools are fearless."
"Yes. Fear is just your brain's fashion of saying that you're smart enough to know since to back out of a situation," Timmy added.
"If that's the case, Teresa's earlier adventures sure check out," Martin commented.
"Says the guy who used to be afraid of water," Teresa smirked.
"Teresa, you know why that was," Martin whined.
"Cut it out, you two," Timmy playfully chided them both.
Teresa and Martin rolled their eyes like siblings, but soon stopped.
"But I have learned, once you find out the facts about something eerie; it helps make the fear go away," Nellie advised Fievel.
"Yes! If you know about how stuff works, it doesn't seem as eerie afterwards," Timmy agreed.
"I've always learned that the hard fashion...especially after a bad dream...it's nice to speak about it," Teresa added.
"Oh, really," Fievel grinned.
"Really," Nellie grinned back as soon as the train stopped.
"Hey, that's pretty clever advice," Timmy beamed.
"Teresa has pretty best advice sometimes," Martin grinned to Timmy.
"Was there ever any doubt about it," Timmy replied.
"Until the night is dark, it shadows all around~," Nellie began to sing, "and there's monsters everywhere you turn~"
"There's a very simple secret I have found, that anyone with courage can learn," Timmy joined in, making a hat and cane appear in his hands, "get the facts! All the whats and wheres and whys, get the facts~!"
Teresa looked over while Darla and Fievel began to look hopeful.
"All the whats and wheres and whys, get the facts,~" Nellie continued as she sang with Timmy to console the young mice, "simply open up your eyes, seek the truth, find the proof, and your fears will all go poof!~"
"Get the facts...get the facts," Timmy concluded.
"You alright now, Fievel," Martin grinned.
"I think so," Fievel replied softly.
"That's the ticket, buddy," Timmy beamed, "and you, Darla?"
"I guess it sounds nice enough..." Darla said, taking a deep breath in and then let it out.
"There ya go," Timmy grinned, "you guys have had this fear licked for sure!"
Darla and Fievel grinned back, feeling motivated as they followed Nellie into Chinatown.
"Let's see what we can dig up..." Timmy commented.
"Now, let's you and I shed a little light on this monster," Nellie grinned.
Soon they went to get going as the human worked and there were many Chinese mice together. Nellie showed her pass and the guard allowed her to pass through with her guests.
"Alright then, can anybody explain to me what just happened here," Timmy asked.
"Best to see for yourself," Nellie said, showing a hole in the room with a giant gaping hole in the floor, which looked like a disaster.
"Sheesh...it looks like an earthquake hit this place or something," Teresa commented.
"More like a bunch of firecrackers stuck together..." Timmy replied.
"Say, where's all the blood and stuff," Fievel asked.
"Now apparently Mr. Toponi didn't get his facts straight," Nellie commented, "it's a mess alright, and a 'massacre' as he put it. Huh...which is most peculiar..."
"What are you doing here," a female mouse gasped upon noticing this, "what are you doing here in my house? Get out of here! Go away!"
"Woah, calm down," Timmy urged, "we're with Nellie Brie, you see?"
"Yes, from the Daily Nibbler," Nellie added, "I'm Nellie Brie."
The mouse gasped to that name, looking emotional. "You help us, yes," she asked, "you get my husband back?"
"Now, now, Madam, I only report the news, I don't--" Nellie said at first before seeing how upset the mouse woman looked, but saw another mouse with a pair of young mice who looked mournful and concerned, "well...I shall try...really, I will. Now, warn us what just happened."
"Yes, and don't skimp on the details," Timmy added.
Soon the mouse woman explained what just happened to her husband until...'the disaster' struck their home.
"Ah...and could you describe what caused this disaster," Martin asked.
"The monster rise up! It start with fire," the mouse woman replied, "teeth thrash! Hear lament of husband! YAIEEEEE!! Then...nothing..." she concluded before weeping into her paws.
"Woah..." Timmy tugged at his collar, "I dunno what's worse; the damage, or how politically incorrect most of these bits are..."
"And I grew up with Sagwa; the Chinese-Siamese Cat," Teresa added onto that.
"Alright, I remember watching Sagwa in reruns if I was younger, where I'll give you that," Timmy replied.
Soon Fievel looked into the hole before it reminded him of his nightmare and he shook like a leaf.
Nellie tapped his shoulder and he then jolted before dropping his pencil into the hole. "Don't let the fear win," she encouraged him, "keep your eyes open to the truth."
"W-Whaddya mean," Fievel asked shakily as Nellie approached a nearby footprint.
"This footprint, for one. Does this look like the impression of a monster," she asked.
"She's right..." Darla replied, "if it was a monster, it would be way bigger!"
"Uh...that's true...I mean...Tiger's paws are longer than that," Fievel scratched his head.
"Well, whaddya say you get to work, right, partner," Nellie suggested, allowing him to draw what he saw.
Then Fievel grinned and began to sketch the paw print.
Timmy snickered. "Atta boy..."
After that, soon they left.
"Well, if it isn't a monster wrecking all of those homes, who's taking all the mice," Fievel wondered.
"That's exactly what we need to find out, isn't it," Nellie replied.
Some mice gasped before they went to go and see someone who was giving a presentation.
Nearby, a dog with long floppy ears and greenish-brown fur was making an announcement nearby. "Step right up, and see the amazing, astounding: MADAME....MOUSEY," he announced, his long tongue waggling from the side of his mouth.
Teresa, Martin and Timmy shared some glances before coming to see what all the big fuss was about.
"Who is next," a female voice asked mysteriously, "ooh, I am getting a vision! It says you are from some far off land!"
"How about that," a mouse frowned before he grinned, "yes, actually, I am!"
The other dog chuckled. "Just as I thought. And you, my darling, I sense a kind heart and a lifetime spent caring for others...is that not true," she asked.
"Well, uh, yes," the mouse grinned as she was shown to be a mother with several children.
"Ah! Then I am right again! One more," the dog grinned before pointing to another mouse with a cast, "oh...I am feeling....how you say? An impressionable pain. Yes! GRAND PAIN!!"
"Now that's true," the mouse grinned, "she's amazing!"
"What'd I warn ya," the green-furred dog remarked.
Soon the others came through the crowd to see the animal in question.
"Hello, excuse me," Nellie said as she came up to the dog in question, "pardon my asking, but what are you exactly?"
"I am Madame Mousey," the dog replied.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, I'm sorry, I mean, what kind of animal are you," Nellie clarified, "what species?"
"What do you think? I'm a dog," the dog scoffed.
"Aren't you kind of small to be a dog," Fievel asked.
Madame Mousey looked triggered by that and was trying very hard not to get mad. "Noo~" she chortled, "I am a miniature poodle. We are by design, quite little."
"You're a dog," Teresa asked, "I thought you were a rat."
At this, the other dog face-pawed. "Hoo boy..."
Mousey caught Teresa and shook her like crazy. "LOOK, GIRLY, I AM NOT A RAT!! NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT," she growled frustratedly.
"OK! That's it! I'm sorry," Teresa cried out in despair.
"Ah, that's a nice little mouse," Mousey grinned and soon dropped her flat on the floor, "now, where were we?"
"You were about to explain yourself," Nellie prompted.
"I was? Me? Oh, I am but a humble soothsayer," Mousey grinned, "I travel from town-to-town, reading the minds and the future, prohibiting guidelines of all folks that I meet."
"My name's Tolansky," the green dog added. "I help her out with these facts, but it's no problem because she's SO grand," he wagged his tail with joy.
"For a small fee, I'm guessing," Darla commented.
"Well, some of us have to making a living, ya know," Mousey smirked, which made some of the mice chuckle. Then suddenly, she began howling and rolling around on her stage, then flailing her arms wildly.
"What's wrong with her," asked Fievel.
"Nothing a best kick in the tarot cards wouldn't cure," Nellie replied as Mousey stopped rolling around and stood up.
"Oh, what is this, my dear Mousey," Tolansky asked her.
"All of a sudden, I sense a feeling of fear in this place, yes," Mousey replied, "GRAND OVERWHELMING FEAR!! Maybe, there is something that is threatening you! Something mysterious......supernatural....."
The mice looked confused at first.
"You know, EERIE," Mousey warned them.
"Oh, well, there is the monster," a mouse replied.
"Of COURSE," Tolansky replied.
"That is fate...destiny...no wonder I was drawn to this place," Mousey remarked, "to save you all from this Creature of the Night."
"...Teresa," Martin called.
"Monster of the Night," Teresa translated.
"Thanks," Martin said.
"And just how, exactly, do you intend to save us," Nellie asked Mousey.
"Cripes, what is with you," Mousey growled as Tolansky pulled aside a curtain, revealing shelves full of odd-looking little bags, "with Madame Mousey's essence of dog bane! That's right, just hang these in your homes and the monster will flee from your doorstep!"
"Pretty grand deal if you ask me," Tolansky remarked.
Soon Nellie took the others to leave.
"I sense that you are not afraid," Mousey guffawed to Nellie, "well then, you do not believe in the monster?"
"Not until I see it with my own eyes," Nellie replied, "come along, guys."
"Farewell~" Mousey waved before mumbling to herself. "Be careful what you wish for, Girly, because you might get it," she called out to the crowd, "now, which of you wishes to be protected from the monster?~"
A lot of mice clamored hopefully. And as the days went on, more mice reported monster attacks in their homes and businesses, and Mousey and Tolansky were pulling in profits from selling that "essence of dog bane" stuff...and Fievel wasn't making any progress with his nightmares.
"I'm starting to think this speak about monsters isn't going to help Fievel at all," Teresa commented as she looked exhausted as she was a Dream Walker.
"No joking..." Timmy agreed, "if anything, it's only making matters worse. He's been dreaming up six different monsters, all inspired by the eyewitness descriptions..."
"Warn me about it," Teresa replied, "now I can't sleep, and this is my job with Princess Luna."
"That tears it," Lionel groaned, "there's something fishy about this entire monster situation, and I don't like it."
"Looks like it's time for Detective Brisby to get to work," Martin said as he looked determined.
"That goes for us, as well," Timmy replied.
"Teresa, you catch up on some sleep while we--" Martin said, only to turn over to see Teresa sleeping already. "Uh...grand..." he sighed slightly.
"Don't worry, man! You've had ME with you! And I'm not....gonna....start snoozing..." Timmy continued...before he dropped to the ground like a stone, since he dozed away as well.
Martin sweat-dropped to them and soon walked away to go and take care of this mystery.
Timmy groaned in his sleep. "Hairy chicken....asparagus....salami walrus....."
Teresa awakened in the Dream Realm and sighed as she felt exhausted.
"Looks like we're here again for the time being..." Timmy remarked.
"Dwah! How did you get here," Teresa asked.
"I guess I just kinda burst in, as well," Timmy replied.
"Sure..." Teresa sighed, "oh. No offense, but I'm used to working in here alone with Princess Luna."
"Uh, it's fine. I can figure this out for myself as I go along," Timmy replied.
"Alright..." Teresa rolled her eyes, walking down the hallway.
Timmy followed behind, floating through the air above. "Alright...seems pretty simple so far," he noted.
"Do you always float," Teresa asked him, "Bat-Mite or no Bat-Mite?"
"Uh, it's optional," Timmy replied.
"I guess I have more to learn from Brave and the Bold," Teresa commented.
"Fair enough," Timmy nodded.
"Guess I'm yet trying to get over the shock that Batman in that cartoon is voiced by Oswald on The Drew Carey Show," Teresa muttered.
"Also Hoss Delgado from Billy and Mandy," Timmy added.
"Wow...he gets around....never noticed it growing up," Teresa commented.
"It takes time to figure it out," Timmy replied, "I went through that as well."
Soon Teresa opened Darla's door to check on her dreams.
Darla found herself happy with Martin's family as she had found a new life after meeting him and Teresa.
"Aw...this is a pretty adorable dream," Timmy commented.
"Perhaps she's over her nightmares," Teresa said, "alright, time for me to go."
Suddenly, the scene became dark and the roof was opened up and a giant butler was shown.
"Oh, crud," Teresa frowned.
"M-M-Max," Darla cried out in grief from her former butler.
"That's a BIG monkey....." Timmy gulped.
"I never thought Max was even human..." Teresa replied, "I don't know where he came from, but it was pretty eerie wherever he could pick up Martin."
"He's some ungodly creature from the pits of Hell, no doubt..." Timmy commented.
Soon Max reached out and caught Darla, taking her apart from the Brisby family, which made her shriek.
"Oh, man-oh-man-oh-man," Tiummy yelped, "we need to do something!!"
Soon Martin came to try to help Darla, only to get squashed flat like a pancake from Max's fist.
"Alright, just don't freak out if I do this," Teresa said as she was about to transform.
"Alright," Timmy replied.
Soon Teresa got on her hands and knees and soon grew Pegasus wings and soon let herself fly up towards Darla to try to awaken her from this nightmare.
"Woah...that's amazing," Timmy beamed, his eyes getting starry.
"Dimples, you need to wake up," Teresa warned Darla.
Darla kept shrieking as she couldn't seem to see or hear Teresa.
"Oh...right..." Teresa said, but touched Darla's shoulder to make herself known in the dream.
Darla kept yelling before looking over. "Teresa?"
"Darla! You must wake up," Timmy yelled.
"I...I'm not sure if I can," Darla pouted.
Soon Max flicked Teresa astray like a bug since she was shown to him and soon she crashed through the floor.
Timmy took out a spatula and peeled her off the ground. "You miserable primate," he spat furiously.
Max laughed evilly while holding Darla captive.
"Please, wait! I don't want my old Hollywood life back," Darla cried out in despair, "Mr. Mammoth beats me if I act too out of control!"
"Take your stinking paws off her, YOU DAMN! DIRTY!! AAAAAAAAPE," Timmy yelled louder.
Max growled and reached out for Lionel to pulverize him.
"Timmy, be careful," Teresa cried out in grief.
"Found it," Timmy replied as he shape-shifted into a piranha with chainsaws for teeth.
That made Darla shriek even more. Max snarled as soon as he dropped her to face Timmy and Teresa dove in to save Darla, catching her in her arms.
Timmy swiftly changed back to normal. "Oh, jeez, I frightened her! I'm VERY sorry," he warned Darla.
Soon Darla hugged Teresa while weeping a bit in distress.
"Gosh, I've never seen her like this before," Teresa commented.
"Oh, crud....wait a moment, I have it," Timmy realized, "Darla...this is YOUR mind, right? Then...imagine-shrink that big galoot to the size of a cricket!"
"Can I do that...." Darla asked.
"Yes, you just have to warn yourself that," Teresa warned her calmly.
"Yes! Just use your noodle," Timmy explained, "that's another fashion of saying use your brain's imagination!"
"Noodles," Darla asked.
"Not noodles, noodle," Teresa replied, "do the Noodle Dance!"
"Yes! It gives your mind the boost it needs to use your imagination," Timmy explained.
"Huh..." Darla pouted a bit.
"Look, Darla, I know you're afraid, but this is a dream," Teresa warned her, "none of that is real."
"Yes, it's only as real as you think it is," Timmy explained, "and if you think it's not real...then it can no longer hurt you."
Soon Darla tried to calm down and soon Max's eyes widened and he turned into a bunch of butterflies. Then the butterflies swiftly dispersed in separate directions.
"You see? You did it, jocko," Timmy cheered.
"Phew...that was close..." Darla grinned calmly before sighing, "I guess the thoughts of Hollywood is yet haunting me..."
"Well, you know that Danny forgave you right away," Teresa replied, "he's a really forgiving guy."
"Then you need to forgive yourself," Timmy added, "it's the fashion to put an end to your nightmares and achieve closure."
"I don't know..." Darla frowned, rubbing her arm.
"Hey, I might not have been there, but Martin warned me about how he beat the crap out of LB Mammoth for ya," Teresa snickered to help make Darla grin.
"Yes, that was amazing," Timmy snickered.
Darla chortled a little as that was kind of funny, especially since the movie producer deserved it.
"I never would've guessed he was mean though," Teresa said, "but...then again...it makes sense after we had to know you better, Dimples."
"Uh-huh..." Darla nodded, "he came to adopt me just where he could have someone cute and cuddly where more people would see his movies since a lot of his clients had gotten too old at that time, where that's why I came to Hollywood."
"That stinks on ice," Timmy replied, "but at least you're alright now!"
"Yes...I suppose so...." Darla said as soon as the nightmare ended.
"Think about your new life...like...with Matt," Teresa said.
"Who warned you about Matt," Darla blushed.
"I read the stories," Timmy replied, "but seriously, congratulations."
Darla grinned bashfully before soon Matt came into her dream to make this a sweet dream instead of a bitter nightmare.
"There ya go," Timmy replied, "now that is using your noodle!"
Darla looked over bashfully.
"We're walking, we're walking," Teresa said, leaving with Timmy where that Darla could have some privacy.
"I think our job here is finished," Timmy stated.
"I guess so, now if only we could help Fievel with his nightmares," Teresa replied.
"Yes...I hope we can do that," Timmy replied, "but we probably ought to awaken and go after him."
"Alright, just follow me since you're yet new to this," Teresa reminded him.
"Will do so," Timmy saluted.
Soon they walked away together and soon awakened in the guest bedroom together while Fievel suffered from another horrifying nightmare.
At last, Fievel was shown to be asleep at the dinner table and soon awakened, lamenting about the monster, but looked confused until he saw that it was just a dream and he wasn't in bed.
"What just happened," Fievel muttered.
"You fell asleep in your soup," Papa warned him.
"Seriously, Five, you must do something about this," Timmy explained, "you haven't had a proper night's sleep in days."
"Oh, my poor Fievel..." Mama cooed, consoling her son before whacking her husband in the head, "you are so pissed off!"
"I would have woken him up," Papa replied, "at least this fashion, he'll eat a little.....sleep a little...."
"Drown a little," Mama frowned.
"It was a shallow bowl," Papa replied.
"Well, he has been out with us, trying to solve this mystery..." Timmy replied.
"It's alright, Mama, it's alright..." Fievel yawned, "I guess I'm just kinda tired."
"No wonder," Mama replied, "for weeks you've been running around town!"
"Getting information about all this monster madness," Papa added.
"I know," Fievel pouted.
"And for what," Mama asked, "you're too tired for the rest of the day, and at night, you don't sleep."
"You were the ones who warned Tanya to bring us to work with her," Teresa replied.
"Yes, not exactly a best move," Timmy nodded.
"Mind your manners," Papa warned them.
"No," Teresa replied, "you warned us to go with Tanya, but Nellie invited us! If anyone's at fault, it's you two!"
"Teresa," Martin winced hesitantly.
"We ARE guests in their home," Timmy replied, "they didn't NEED to let us stay here."
"Perhaps you would be better off on the streets," Mama scolded.
"Now, now, let's not be hasty," Martin suggested.
"Look, Mrs. Mousekewitz, we apologize on her behalf," Timmy explained hastily. "It's just that we're all kinda stressed from not finding anything in this case. Our trails keep going cold, and we didn't mean to take it out on you," he spun back to Teresa before taking her into another room. "Are you TRYING to get us thrown out," he snapped.
"Well, that's true," Teresa frowned slightly in her own defense.
"Regardless, we don't have anywhere else to go," Timmy replied, "then we're on thin ice as that is."
"Alright, that's it..." Teresa replied, "I'll try to cool down a little, but trust me, that is not easy sometimes."
Timmy shrugged. "Nothing worth doing ever is," he replied calmly.
"Alright..." Teresa replied. "I just hope these nightmares end soon...I feel so bad for Fievel having these nightmares, I mean, he keeps shrieking and yelling..." she said, showing her rare soft side.
"I know," Lionel replied, "if there's one fact I can't stand, it's seeing that little guy so mournful."
"I may be sour on the outside, but I really do have a heart..." Teresa said softly.
Yasha chortled and soon crawled over.
Soon Teresa picked her up like how she would carry her own niece. "Hello," she cooed in a high tone of voice to entertain the baby mouse.
Timmy grinned at this. "That's adorable," he commented.
Yasha cooed and guffawed to Cherry.
"I try my best since I'm an auntie now," Teresa said to Timmy as she held Yasha in her arms.
"Aww..." Timmy beamed.
"Oh, you're just like me....you're the baby of the family, aren't ya," Teresa cooed to Baby Yasha.
Yasha nodded and grinned.
"Ooh, I don't know if I'll ever become a mother," Teresa commented.
"Hey...it could happen," Timmy replied before glancing at a sign labeled "Hilarious in Hindsight".
Teresa glanced to that before rolling her eyes.
It had been silent for a while and soon they came out to see that Fievel had left and Mama was calling out for him.
"Looks like Five headed out again," Timmy stated, "question is, where did he go?"
"Probably away to see Nellie Brie again," Martin replied as he was about to take Yasha apart from Teresa where they could get going.
"Well, then let's go find them," Timmy stated, "after we put Yasha back."
Yasha whined as she caught hold of Teresa, unwilling to let go.
"C'mon...let's go..." Teresa groaned to the baby mouse, "I'm not much of a baby person!"
"Hey, it's alright, jocko," Timmy whispered, "we'll be back soon!"
Yasha pouted as soon as her mother took her astray as soon as Martin, Teresa and Timmy went to go after Fievel.
"Five! Where are ya," Timmy called out.
They walked around a bit and soon eventually found him.
"There he is," Martin warned them.
"Sure..." Timmy replied, "what're you guys doing here?"
"There's been another attack downtown," Nellie replied.
"Sure..." Timmy groused sarcastically.
"Just what we need," Teresa added in agreement.
"Can't be helped, I suppose so...." Timmy replied, "might as well get down there."
"Come along now," Nellie said.
Soon they followed after Fievel and the mouse reporter.
"Nellie Brie, you remind me of a female Basil of Baker Street sometimes," Teresa commented.
"Well...thank you, I suppose so," Nellie replied.
Soon they stopped.
"What's wrong," Fievel asked Nellie out of worry.
"I shop here...I know the owner....." Nellie replied, "or rather...I used to."
"Woah," Timmy commented, "looks like the monster made a stop over here and decided to do some extreme renovation."
"Guys...s-something's moving...." Fievel began to feel afraid, "it's the monster!"
"No, I don't think so," Teresa said, "it's alright, Fievel."
Martin got ready to fight just in case and soon came out a mouse from underneath the shambles of the store before he glanced around.
"Back for more, is he," the mouse frowned while coming out of the wreck.
"Well, nice to know somebody's yet here," Timmy noted.
"Mr. Haggis, you're alive," Nellie beamed and hugged the mouse.
"What else have I done," the mouse replied.
"Dead," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Ah, not likely, lassie," the mouse said to her, "it'll take more than that old banshee to peck Old Haggis away to the Pearly Gates!"
"Must be Olivia's uncle or something," Teresa muttered since this mouse was Scottish like Olivia and her father.
"Seems likely," Martin replied, "I take it you were attacked by the monster as well, sir?"
"Aye..." Haggis nodded, "came up through the floor like Nessie herself, breaking the surface of Loch Ness! Nothing but teeth and fins!"
"Say hello to this evening's nightmare, Fievel," Teresa deadpanned.
"Another different description..." Timmy remarked, writing it down.
"How'd you get away from it," Fievel asked the Scottish mouse.
"By fighting the blasted fact with my own paws, that's how," Haggis replied, "I was just starting a wee batch of shortbread until I caught the batch of butter and poured it right down the beasty's mouth!"
"And then what just happened," Teresa replied.
"See for yourself," Haggis said as he went to show them the damage.
Timmy noticed a large clump of burnt gray fur on the ground. "Phooooo-ey," he choked, pinching his nose.
"Yuck! Do you smell that," Fievel grimaced.
"I certainly do so, it's positively putrid," Nellie replied before she took out a stick to check it out, "well, then...here we go."
"Repulsive..." Teresa muttered, "I think I need the flu again."
"Close, but no," Timmy replied, "also, a couple whiffs of Tabasco sauce will clear those sinuses. Besides, that's burnt fur! Which means this monster isn't what we think!"
Nellie kept poking it before grinning. "Ah, he's right, just a run of the mill, spit up by a house cat, hairball! Start drawing, Fievel."
Then Fievel grinned and began to sketch out the hairball in his notepad.
"A break in the case, everyone," Martin grinned, "we're back on track!"
"Grand observation, Nancy," Teresa approved.
"I'll ignore that...." Martin remarked, "any matter....c'mon!"
Soon they went to keep going with their investigation of the Night Monster that threatened the poor mice.
Meanwhile, Tony was trying to sell papers, but he wasn't feeling too enthusiastic about it since he felt like he was getting a raw deal. Tiger did his best to help out, but it seemed to be all downhill from here.
"Anything in there about the monster," a mouse asked Tony.
"What am I, a librarian," Tony frowned, "you wanna know? Buy yourself a copy!"
Then the mouse put his penny back and kept right on walking.
"Tony," Tiger gagged.
"What," Tony frowned.
"Uh, is something bothering you," Tiger asked.
"Me? No, why'd you ask," Tony sighed, "paper, hey! Get your paper."
Another mouse just walked side-by-side, ignoring him.
"Well, fine, then STAY uninformed," Tony snapped.
Today was obviously not a nice day for Tony.
"Tony, no fooling, you sound kinda....I dunno...cranky," Tiger said to him.
"Well, alright, perhaps I am," Tony sighed as he sat down past the vegetarian cat, "I mean, Tanya's working with Mr. Daley, Fievel and his friends are hanging out with Nellie Brie, but I am out here, pounding up payment!"
"Uh, Tony? I'm pounding the pavement," Tiger replied, "you're just sitting."
"Tiger, the point I am making is I can do that reporting stuff," Tony replied before turning his back on the cat, crossing his arms.
"I believe ya, Tony, only what you must do is dig up a stuff on that Manhattan Monster, and then Mr. Daley will need to notice you, get it," Tiger suggested.
"What I need is a clue......a tip...a lucky break," Tony realized.
"Yes! Exactly! Who doesn't," Tiger added.
"Psst," a voice whispered from the shadows, "you two! Over here~"
"That was fast," Tiger commented.
"Yes, just get over here," another voice replied.
Soon the two followed the voices before seeing two shadowed figures before they came into the light.
"Ain't you that psycho poodle," Tony asked.
"Not psycho, PSYCHIC, you uncultured rodent," Tolansky retorted. "Mousey, I am VERY sorry! I shouldn't have spoken out of turn like that," he stated.
"Ooh, you are forgiven, but he shall have a warning..." Mousey smirked, trying to keep her cool.
"There's a difference," Tony blinked in confusion.
"Excuse me, did you say 'poodle'," Tiger grinned hesitantly.
"Yes, I am a poodle," Mousey replied.
Tolansky nodded. "Uh-huh," he replied.
"But that would make her a d-d-d-d-d-d--" Tiger stammered.
"A dog," Mousey replied.
"DOG?! Nay," Tiger cried out in despair before fainting, "I thought you were just a rat with big hair!"
"She IS NOT A RAT," Tolansky growled, "and you'd better show her the respect that she deserves!!"
"Ya have it," Mousey frowned.
"Found it," Tiger replied hesitantly.
"Thank you~" Mousey snickered before calming herself down, "I am seeing the famous Nellie Brie...you would not by chance know her?"
"Sure," Tony grinned.
"Oh, that's grand," Tolansky smirked.
"No~" Mousey replied to Tony.
"No, honest," Tony grinned to the poodle, "me and Nellie Brie? We works together! I'm a reporter as well!"
"Of course you are," Mousey rolled her eyes at first, "which is why I can trust you to give 'er a, 'ow you say, a hot tip," she held out a card to the Italian mouse.
"What exactly is a 'beep'," Tiger asked.
"No, no, no, not a 'peep', a tip," Mousey replied through her thick French accent, "sheesh! Ya know, a hint, a clue, a lead!"
"Exactly! Like you said you were looking for," Tolansky remarked.
"Ohh...oh, oh, sure," Tiger replied.
Tolansky handed Tony a scrap of paper. "Might be nice for finding the location of that nasty Manhattan Monster," he explained.
Tony looked hopeful to that and decided he had to go and warn Nellie right away.
As soon as the two left, Tolansky looked over at Mousey. "Did I do best, Madame Mousey? Did I," he asked.
"You did wonderful, my pet, most wonderful indeed so~" Mousey grinned to him, petting him like he were her own pet.
Tolansky wagged his tail gleefully. "Oh, thank you, thank you all," he smirked.
"Who's a nice boy," Mousey snickered as she petted him.
"I am! I'm your nice boy," Tolansky replied obediently.
Darla glanced over as she seemed to see that and looked a bit suspicious of Madame Mousey and Tolansky before soon she wandered away after Tony and Tiger had left.
Meanwhile, back at the newspaper office...
"Huh...very interesting......" Martin commented, "just who gave you this insight?"
"Eh, I'm sorry, fella, but a professional reporter should never digest his sources," Tony advised.
"The word is 'divulges', Tony," Tanya remarked.
"Oh, sure, get technical," Tony huffed.
"Look here, Reed," Nellie warned her boss, showing him what Tony was given, "this is absolutely absurd!"
"Look, Nellie, if we have a hot lead on that whatsit, I don't care where it comes from," Reed replied.
"But Mr. Jameson-----" Timmy started before correcting himself, "Reed, after all the legwork we've done...!"
"You've had nothing but a bunch of hunches that lead nowhere," Reed frowned, "not to mention, drawings that don't even match."
"Of course they don't match," Nellie huffed as she took Fievel's notepad, "Fievel simply drew this fact the fashion each witness described it!"
"I did so," Fievel blinked.
"Yes, Fievel, that's what a sketch artist does," Teresa warned him.
"Sure! The Chinese saw a dragon, that Scottish guy saw a sea serpent, and then on," Timmy replied, "further proof that this monster is as hokey as hokey can get!"
"Yes, it's the same monster, it's just seen with different eyes," Nellie added.
"Well...but I yet want you to check on this hide-out, fast," Reed said as he took out the map from Mousey.
Soon Nellie took it before sighing in defeat. "C'mon, Fievel; we better chase this wild goose before it flies south."
"But what if the rumor's true," Fievel frowned, "what if the monster's.....really there?"
"Nice point, Philly," Tony replied, "then what say you stay, and I go?"
"That's hopeful," Teresa deadpanned.
"Woah! News hound, not so fast," Reed said, catching Tony by his scarf to stop him.
"But Mr. D! It's my tip," Tony cried out in grief.
"Forget it, Tony," Tanya frowned, "Mr. Daley said no, and that's final! Now buzz off! Go! Shoo!"
"Wow, Tanya really DID become meaner between films..." Timmy noted.
"Then it's not just me, right," Teresa replied.
"No," Timmy nodded.
"OK, that's it, calm down, Tanya," Martin said to the young mouse girl, "you're worse than Teresa on the one week out of the month."
Teresa gasped before giving a small frown to Martin.
"Uh, which I know you can't control and is very painful to go through, but I would not know because I am a foolish boy," Martin said to appease her.
Timmy snickered at that. "Alright, let's get going," he replied.
The others agreed to that and soon they went away together.
At last, they arrived at a large, empty house with a "FOR SALE" sign in front.
"Teresa, I think I found you a house to move into after you graduate high school," Martin commented.
"Awesome," Teresa replied.
"I call top bunk," Timmy whooped.
"You can have it, I hate heights," Teresa replied.
"Swish," Timmy whooped as they went inside.
"Boy, I hope we have the wrong address," Fievel shuddered.
Soon Nellie took his paw as they went inside of the hole to explore the house.
"This must be what it's like to be The Littles," Teresa said.
"I thought Stuart was the only mouse," Martin replied.
"No, not these Littles," Teresa clarified, "I read a book on them once. They're tiny people who live in people's houses and borrow food from them since they're not around. They're sometimes called 'borrowers'."
"Oh, yes," Timmy replied, "didn't DIC base their first animated series on these books before they made Inspector Gadget?"
"Uh...I don't really know.....it's been a very long time since I last saw it," Teresa replied.
Timmy checked. "Yes, that's correct." he replied.
Soon they came inside the house and the curtains gently blew from the wind outside.
"Just as I thought," Nellie said, "a wild goose chase."
Nothing seemed to happen until they felt something rumbling.
"Please warn me I'm having another bad dream," Fievel shuddered.
"If so, then ya better awaken," Martin replied.
Soon the floor began to burst open and crack from the shaking.
"I think he might be right," Nellie agreed before a ring of fire seemed to come into the floor, and soon they heard some mewing.
"RUN," Fievel yelped, seeing a cat monster and ran away for his own life.
"Look at that," Nellie plainly stated.
"Wait a second...." Timmy remarked, "this ain't a monster! It's just some mechanical menace!"
"Either fashion, we should run before we're shredded," Teresa suggested.
"Nice idea," Timmy replied as the machine continued its advance.
Soon they ran away as the machine chased after them, but it wasn't so eerie now that they were able to see right through it, in a metaphorical sort of fashion. Fievel yelped as he almost fell into a gaping hole until Nellie caught hold of his paw to keep him up.
"Watch that first step," Timmy advised.
"The Phaaaantom of the Opera is here~..." Teresa sang before the chandelier dropped on the 'monster', "inside your MIND~"
"Woah! Perhaps I don't really want that bunk bed..." Timmy yelped, "I'd be happier with side-by-side beds."
"That's probably a best idea," Martin said for Timmy's sake.
"But who dropped that chandelier," Timmy wondered.
"...Teresa," Martin asked.
"Like Shaggy, wasn't me," Teresa replied, quoting a song, not Scooby-Doo.
"Huh...how in the world----" Nellie was about to ask.
"Up here," a familiar voice called out.
They all looked up to see Tony and Darla hiding in the ceiling.
"Darla," Martin called out to his little sister.
"Tony," Fievel grinned.
"Next stop; ground floor," Tony grinned back before riding down the chain with Darla.
"Way to go, you two," Timmy commended them.
"Mr. Toponi, didn't we warn you to stay away from here," Nellie scolded Tony.
"Yes, ya did so," Tony replied.
"But you came anyhow," Nellie then said.
"Yes, we did so," Tony grinned.
"As I said, Mr. Toponi, you're going too far in this business," Nellie grinned back, "now, let's go after that fact."
"Maybe we can find a clue on who built it..." Martin pondered.
"WHAT," Fievel and Tony yelped at first.
"Time for some detective work," Martin grinned to himself.
"Right behind ya, bucko," Timmy replied.
"Be careful, Martin," Darla said.
"Careful is my middle name," Martin reassured.
"No, it's not," Teresa deadpanned, "it's James Horner."
"You need a middle name," Timmy asked.
"Lots of people do so," Cherry replied, "though, my grandparents except for my maternal grandmother didn't."
"Huh...interesting," Timmy nodded.
Fievel shivered and shuddered as Martin and Nellie went down together.
"Fievel, take a look at this," Nellie declared.
"What is this," Fievel asked hesitantly.
"I believe it is a sewer line," Nellie informed.
"Sure smells like one," Timmy noted, getting a whiff of it.
"You ain't just whistling Dixie," Tony agreed.
"Look," Fievel pointed something out, "is that a ruby?"
"No, a cheap imitation," Nellie replied.
"Let me see that," Teresa said.
Then Nellie passed it up to her.
Teresa checked it out. "It's a rhinestone...." she said, "trust me, I know rhinestones."
"Hoo-wee," Timmy remarked, "but how would a rhinestone get in the sewers, and where would it come from?"
"It might be a clue," Martin said to the others.
"Certainly," Timmy nodded, "and just for a moment."
Teresa and Martin looked to each other before sighing as they had yet another mystery to solve. At last, they found Tiger and he gave them a ride through the Central Park gate.
"Ah...this reminds me of riding on Toby through the streets of London with Basil, Dawson and Olivia..." Teresa sighed, "I never thought it would feel so nostalgic."
"Wish I could've seen it," Timmy commented.
"Uh, I'm sorry about that," Teresa replied, "that was before I knew ya."
"Eh, it's cool," Timmy said, "I can just read it."
The ride seemed to last for a while as it was getting dark, almost night time.
"Ya know, this park is a lot nicer during the day," Tiger commented, "whaddya say we come back then, right?"
"Sounds nice to me," Fievel shivered.
"We don't need that kind of time," Timmy replied, "we came for answers and we're gonna get them."
"What are you all afraid of," Nellie scolded.
Soon they heard a howl.
"O-One fact...t-that," Tiger shivered hesitantly with his fur standing on end.
A tall, dark-furred canine emerged from the shadows.
"Ah, but you see, that is exactly what we're after," Nellie said to the others, "that rhinestone is the sort of fact we see on human costume jewelry, or on a dog's collar."
"Did you say d-d-dog," Tiger gulped.
"Yes, indeed so," Nellie clarified, "I need a contact to the Dog High Council, and they meet here in the park every night, you know."
"Must be a faster and careful fashion to the Twilight Bark," Martin commented.
"Or at least an upgraded version," Timmy replied.
Soon Tiger fainted with Tony, Fievel and Teresa yet on his back.
"Get him away from me," Teresa muffled.
Soon Martin lifted up Tiger to help them get away from the fainting cat.
"Watch where you faint, bud," Timmy commented.
"Poor Tiger," Martin sighed to the cat.
"Whaddya say we go the rest of the road on foot," Tony suggested.
"What are you doing here," the dog who came out growled to them slightly.
"Easy, boy," Teresa said, now used to canines due to her misadventures with Cathleen, "we're just passing through. No need to get barking mad."
"Yes. We come in peace, you see," Timmy added, "name's Joe Fixit, and these are my colleagues."
"Joe Fixit," Teresa raised an eyebrow, "I guess at least it's not Tim Taylor."
"Anyhow, we're looking for some info," Timmy explained, "specifically about this rhinestone we found today."
"We're with Ms. Brie, Mr...uh..." Martin added.
"You may call me Lone Woof," the dog replied.
"Right, um, do you recognize this rhinestone," Martin asked, holding out the rhinestone to let him observe it.
Lone Woof blinked. "Where did you find it," he asked.
"An old house in Carnersville after we were attacked by...uh..." Nellie replied.
"By the Manhattan Monster," Lone Woof concluded.
"What is this," Nellie asked, "how can we stop that?!"
"The Dog High Council has no interest in the problems of other species, I must go," Lone Woof said before going to leave.
"Hey! Get back here, Mutt," Teresa frowned until Martin covered her mouth.
"Yes, well old Joe Fixit ain't gonna forget this, bub," Timmy shot as Lone Woof left.
"I concern about you two sometimes," Martin face-pawed.
"Whatever," Timmy, now Fixit, replied.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Brie," Martin said to the mouse woman.
"I'm not giving up," Nellie replied as she went to follow after the dog, "please, wait! Hang on just a minute!"
Lone Woof turned back to face her.
"If you don't lend a hand, if a hand needs lending, who will,~" Nellie began to sing.
"If you don't help your friends if they need befriending, who will,~" Timmy added.
Lone Woof just looked at all of them.
"If nothing goes right, and everything's wrong~," Fievel and Darla sang together, "if the days are too cold, and the nights are too long~"
"If you won't be there to stand and be strong~" Teresa even began to sing along despite hating songs.
"Who will.~" Martin and Timmy both sang.
"If you don't risk your neck, since a risk needs taking, who will,~" Tony joined in, "if you don't break the rules, until the rules need breaking, who will?, you must be rough~"
"And forthright and square,~" Nellie added.
"You can't hide your head~" Tiger joined in, "and pretend you're not there!~"
Lone Woof shook his head and went to keep leaving them.
"If we don't fight for what's right and what's fair, who will,~" Darla and Fievel sang.
Soon they all chased after Lone Woof in the grass as he looked uninterested in helping them.
"Everyone has a hero hiding deep inside~" Nellie continued, "waiting to appear, but there is no time left to hide; the moment is now, the place is here!~"
"Who will risk life and limb, just to help a stranger?, I will~" Tony sang.
"Who will walk through the dark, even though there's danger?, I will~" Fievel added.
"Who'll stay past your side,~" asked Darla.
"And take up the cause,~" Tony added.
"Who'll give you his strength, his heart, and his paws,~" came Tiger.
"Who'll be your back-up,~" asked Martin.
"Your buddy,~" Timmy chimed in.
"Your friend,~" Fievel continued.
"We will~" everyone concluded.
"Fievel."
"And Nellie."
"And Tony."
"And Tiger."
"And Martin."
"And Teresa."
"And Darla."
"And Timmy."
"We will~" they all finished.
"Aaaand scene," Timmy shivered, "I think we did pretty nice, everyone."
"That was a very sweet song to help solidify the gift that is friendship," Martin grinned.
"For the love of chub....." Teresa muttered.
"Don't make it any schmaltzier than it already is, Brisby," Timmy remarked.
"Hey, I can't help it, it's just how I am," Martin replied, "well, uh, whaddya say, Lone Woof?"
"Even in the darkest night, you can always find a sign," Lone Woof replied, "depending on wherever you look. In your case, the help you seek will come from above."
"Thanks for the advice," Timmy replied.
"And now, I must go," Lone Woof said before soon he left them alone again.
"Farewell..." Timmy shrugged as Lone Woof vanished into the night.
"Oh, listen here, I don't need a Theology Lesson," Nellie frowned, "I need--"
"You need a new snitch," Tony said to her.
"Yes. Hate to say it, but Lone Woof wasn't much help," Timmy added.
"Who does he think he is, Ace the Bat Hound," Teresa deadpanned.
"Eh, sounds more like a dog version of Don LaFontaine," Timmy replied, "that guy with the deep voice who used to narrate movie trailers."
"I know, but just his darkness and behavior makes me think of Ace," Teresa replied.
"I don't understand....." Nellie sighed, "he's usually so much more--"
"But wait," Fievel piped up before pointing up to a tree that had a poster, "that's what he meant by a sign from above."
"Perceptive," Timmy remarked.
"A lost dog, right? This is starting to make more sense than I imagined," Teresa commented as the lost dog looked quite familiar.
"Certainly," Timmy nodded, "but just for a moment."
Soon Martin flew up as he yet had his powers and took the poster. "We should show this to Mr. Daley," he suggested.
"Huh...nice idea," Timmy nodded.
Soon Martin caught the poster and came back down.
"Who are you, some kind of mighty mouse," Nellie asked him.
"Eh...super mouse if you wanna go by that," Martin grinned bashfully.
"More like a Mondo Mouse," Timmy added.
Soon they came down to the journalism office.
It was a busy day in the news room now as they had the flyer for the lost dog who looked like Madame Mousey.
"We're back, everyone," Timmy called out.
"What's new now," Reed asked.
"Check this out," Teresa said, showing the poster.
"Looks almost like that goofy dog who we saw a couple days ago," Martin remarked.
"Huh...fascinating stuff, you guys...I better get right to work," Reed said before he started barking orders to the others.
"That's the last tip I take from HER," Tony remarked.
Fievel began to draw on the poster after Nellie warned him to.
"It has to be Mousey," Teresa said, "what other poodles are wandering around? As for that other dog, I'm not sure...Tolmin or something like that."
"Tolansky," Tony replied, "these two gave me that tip. Whaddya figure of him?"
"That Mousey is the missing dog, and she's up to something," Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"And that goes for Tolansky, as well," Martin added.
Soon Tanya came over with strips of a newspaper.
"Whatcha got for me, girl," Reed asked her once he saw her.
Tanya just stared at him with a sappy grin on her face.
"Girl," Reed called.
"That house was owned by the Public Works chief and his wife until they moved out six months ago," Tanya explained.
"Well," Reed replied.
"Well, the wife is also the owner of the dog in the poster," Tanya explained.
"Bingo! Moving day comes and the mutt takes a powder," Reed snickered before nudging her, "nice work, darling."
Tanya blushed at that.
"Move it, boys! We've had a paper to put out," Reed called out before he came to Fievel and the others, "alright, Team Rembrandt, you're on."
"Well, I drew on the missing dog poster like Nellie said," Fievel replied.
"It's just as I warned you, Reed," Nellie added, "our mysterious Madame is a match for the missing mutt!"
"Once again, that's the last time I take a tip from HER," Tony remarked.
"What," the others asked him.
"Well, uh, yes..." Tony replied, "she was the one who warned me to check out that old house, if you...almost...oh, how could I be so foolish?!"
"Practice," Nellie deadpanned.
"Lay off, Brie," Timmy remarked. "At least Tony yet knows how to have fun. At least he hasn't become a totally different rodent...unlike SOME mice," he glanced at Tanya for that last line.
Tanya gave a small glance from that.
"Nellie, I need your story in ten moments," Reed said before walking away.
"I thought you might," Nellie snickered, showing that it was already done.
"Alright then, let's get to it," Martin remarked.
"News hound, get that ink over on the press," Reed demanded.
"I'm going! I'm going," Tony replied as he carried the ink well.
"By the way, children, you can stay," Reed said to Fievel and his friends.
"Alright," Timmy replied.
"And what about me, Reed," Nellie snickered.
"I'll let ya know after I read your article," Reed snickered back as he walked away.
"Well, it wasn't a no," Timmy remarked.
"Nellie, how come Mr. Daley is always so mean to you," Fievel asked.
"Well, it only sounds that fashion; he's really crazy about me," Nellie clarified, "poor fact, it upsets him horribly. You see?"
"Not really," Darla commented.
"He masks his feelings behind a professional attitude," Timmy explained.
"Grown-ups are weird," Fievel replied.
"Ain't that the truth," Timmy nodded.
Soon Reed was going over the papers as everyone met together in suspense.
Meanwhile, in the sewers....
Many of the cats were shown to be asleep as the mice were all locked up in cages. One of the rodents tried to pull the lock away, but one cat stopped him from doing so as three cats arrived back in the sewers, pushing the destroyed "monster". Soon the cats awakened once they noticed this.
"Oh, why did I get myself into this," a yellow cat sulked to himself, wearing a purple vest and a matching hat, "I've done lots of facts in my life, but this is probably the lowest of the low."
"Hey, we must do what's necessary for survival," another cat replied.
"I guess so..." the cat said, "I must get a road for us outta here."
Soon the other cats complained as they came in with the 'monster' at paw. Soon one cat was licking himself as they brought in the monster before it crashed down on them.
"Hey, Twitch, what just happened," asked one cat.
"You wanna know what just happened," another cat replied, "I'll warn ya what just happened! WE'VE HAD BAMBOOZLED IS WHAT JUST HAPPENED!! Bushwhacked! By a bunch of merely mountain mice!"
Soon the other cats looked in worry from that.
"And you wanna know why this happened," the cat continued, "I'll warn ya why! Because Fifi there had another one of her high-polluted plans!"
Tolansky growled frustratedly at that, and the crowd parted to reveal Mousey.
"Which would've worked if you bunglers had followed orders," she countered.
"Is that so," Twitch frowned, "well, ya won't need to put up with us anymore, Curly, because we're done playing 'Fetch'! It's time the doggies took a walk."
"Ya know, you're really trying my patience here," Mousey scoffed, "you can't fix the machine without our help."
"Wake up and smell the catnip, Mousy," Twitch frowned. "I'm saying we don't need your machine or your help! No, you see, we already had Mousy's sewer map, right," he asked his fellow cats.
"You stinking, flea-bitten turncoats," Tolansky growled, "I've had a best mind to tear you all apart!!"
"Ah, you can try, but there's so many of us and only two of youse mutts," Twitch snickered.
"Just means there's more of you to tear apart," Tolansky growled, standing defensively in front of Mousey.
"Bring it on then, we don't need your little Madame Mousy anymore," Twitch snickered.
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong," Tolansky chuckled, "what about that reporter dame, Nellie Brie?"
"What about her," Twitch huffed.
"Right now she's probably writing about how the monster is a phony," Tolansky explained. "And once it gets out, you lose the element of surprise, and these rodents will fight back," he turned to face Mousey, "I did nice this time, right?"
"Oh, you sure did so, I knew there was a reason why I loved you so~" Mousey cooed to him out of thanks.
Tolansky chortled gleefully as he wagged his tail.
"Suck-up," Twitch muttered to Tolansky.
"Better a suck-up than a failure," Tolansky remarked, "and naturally, this Nellie Brie is a problem. Lucky for us, Mousey here has an idea to get rid of this problem."
"Yes! Then you best stay on my best side if ya know what's nice for ya," Mousey added with a snicker.
Tolansky nodded obediently at this as Mousey began discussing her plan.
Meanwhile, back at the office, the papers were done up their printing for the night.
"Phew," Martin wiped his forehead, "how do Lois and Clark do this all the time?"
"Because it's their job," Timmy replied.
"Oh, well, I'm a pretty best helper for 'Uncle Clark'," Martin grinned.
"Ya know, I don't think I've ever heard the stories of since you guys first met Batman and Superman," Timmy said to Teresa and Martin.
"It's a riddle for the ages..." Teresa said mysteriously.
"Ah, well," Timmy shrugged, "I guess it's not that reluctant."
"Eh, you'll probably find out someday," Teresa replied before narrowing her eyes, "as long as that awful Catwoman isn't involved...I really wanted to like that movie...Patience Phillips? Oh, really?"
"That was the lamest fact ever," Timmy replied, "total disservice to the Catwoman title."
"Ugh! Thank you," Teresa agreed, "how could you mess up Catwoman for me, movie people?!"
"They wanted to change it and make it their own," Timmy replied sarcastically, "fun fact; the original draft actually DID involve Selina Kyle as the protagonist."
"Don't mess with Aunt Selina..." Teresa said darkly as her own feline instincts came out, "YOU DON'T MESS WITH AUNT SELINA'S NAME!!"
"She frightens me sometimes until she gets like that," Martin replied as he came to see Reed once he did his part.
"Hot dog linked to Manhattan Monster: Seer Suckered Us All," Reed read from a freshly-printed copy of the paper, "not bad if I do say so myself...and I do so."
"Of course," Martin snickered playfully.
"Ladies and gents, consider this paper put to bed," Reed grinned, which made them all cheer out of emotion and happiness, "now I suggest all the same for you."
"Oh, happy day," Darla beamed for the mice.
Everyone bade each other good-night as they got going and began heading home.
"Oh, Mr. Daley, that was amazing," Tanya grinned, "you put that entire paper together in just a few hours!"
"Yes," Reed grinned back, "reminds me of my field corespondent days back in The Civil War. Heh, really gets your heart pumping, right?"
"Oh, yes~" Tanya grinned dreamily.
"So much for not having a crush," Timmy snickered.
Tanya glanced over, seeing the others snickering at her.
"Go home, girl, it's late," Reed suggested.
"Oh, dear, Mr. Daley, I can stay as long as you need me," Tanya replied before blushing, "I mean...to help! Tidy up..."
"I'm gonna go find Tiger and warn him I'm a reporter," Tony grinned to Reed out of emotion.
"Nice on ya, man," Timmy nodded, "and Tanya, you need your shut-eye if you're gonna be at your most productive tomorrow."
"Would you like me to walk you home," Nellie asked Fievel, "that is late, you know."
"Aw, I'll be alright, Nellie," Fievel grinned softly.
"Yes, we can do it," Timmy replied, "see you all tomorrow."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Nellie soothed Fievel, "sometimes, it's fear that saves us from doing something foolish."
"You mean like making an animated Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie with Tom & Jerry inserted too soon after the death of Gene Wilder," Teresa deadpanned.
"Yes, that was horrible," Timmy replied, "to be honest, I think they should've just stopped with the Tom & Jerry DTV stuff after 'The Magic Ring'."
"Uh, any matter....now remember, Mousey and that whatsit of hers is yet lurking about out there, then keep your eyes open, right," Nellie continued before she went to get herself back home.
"Will do," Timmy saluted as Nellie left.
Nellie grinned to that as soon as she went back to her own home.
And then, they began to leave to go back home as the complete moon was out.
"Keep your eyes open.....it's alright to be afraid..." Fievel said to himself.
Suddenly, an alarm rang out, jolting Fievel out of his stupor.
"That don't sound too much....." Timmy remarked.
"I swear, if this is a bank robbery..." Teresa muttered about a typical superhero cliché.
Soon they took a look and it was far worse than a bank robbery.
"Mama! Papa," Fievel cried out in despair.
The Mousekewitz house had been destroyed, and Fievel's family was missing.
"The creeps who did this are gonna PAY..." Timmy growled.
Soon the mice were all running around in a panic.
"I better put out the fire," Martin said as he went ahead of them like the superhero he wanted to be.
"Hey, don't go hogging all the action," Timmy snapped, catching Martin by the tail and yanking him back, "we're a team, then we're ALL putting it out together, Mr. Bigshot!"
"Can you put out a fire by breathing on it," Martin muttered with a slight glance to him.
"Better than that," Timmy replied, "I can just absorb the flames like a sponge!"
"Yes, Nancy, give someone else a chance to save the day," Teresa commented.
"OK, that's it," Martin said.
"Alright, it's go time," Timmy remarked, "split up and fan out, everyone!"
"Right," Teresa and Martin agreed.
"Split up," Darla asked Timmy, "are you sure?"
"We'll be able to cover more ground and help more with the fire that fashion," Timmy explained.
Then they all split up.
Fievel turned around and heard weeping and went to go over to it and saw a certain mouse girl. "Olivia?"
"Oh...Fievel," Olivia lamented and hugged him, "it's horrible! My father was taken! The worst part is that this has happened before!"
"Oh...Olivia..." Fievel gasped, hugging her to try and console her.
Olivia sniffled and soon hugged Fievel right back as she began to weep since her father was gone like since Ratigan took him apart from her and she had to go and find Basil for help.
"C'mon, Five, you get Olivia outta here," Timmy advised, "we'll take care of the fire."
"Alright...c'mon, Olivia," Fievel nodded.
Soon Olivia followed Fievel, holding paws together where that they could get to safety.
Meanwhile, Timmy, Martin, Darla and Teresa did their best to put a stop to the roaring fires going on around the area, and in a few moments, the flames were extinguished. Teresa wiped her forehead once the fire was taken care of.
"I guess all that fire safety you had as a boy with mass hysteria over paid away," Martin teased Teresa.
"Time for jokes later," Timmy advised, "any clues in the wreckage?"
"Huh...let's see..." Martin said before using his telescopic vision, "some burnt clothes and food.....this fire was no incident though. Someone did this."
"Yes, no joking," Timmy remarked, "question is, who was it?"
"Time for Detective Brisby to get on the case," Martin said before taking out his magnifying glass.
"Yes, and us too," Timmy remarked.
Soon Martin picked up a strand of fur and examined it as it was a clue.
"Find anything, Poirot," asked Timmy.
"Huh...there appears to be some fur, but it doesn't look like it belongs to a mouse," Martin informed.
"Well...then what kind of fur IS that," Darla wondered.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's from a dog," Martin narrowed his eyes.
"Then it was Mousey," Timmy exclaimed, "we better get going and find her lair!"
"Shouldn't be too hard to find," Martin frowned, "I knew I couldn't trust that psycho poodle."
"She and Tolansky are planning something for sure," Darla said, "I overheard them if they were speaking with Tony and Tiger."
"Then let's hurry up and find them," Timmy replied.
"They could be anywhere by now," Teresa added, "let's make like a tree and get outta here!"
Everyone nodded, and exited.
"Uh...isn't the phrase 'Make like a tree and leave'," Darla asked.
"Don't question it, Darla," Martin replied.
"Yes, it's just how Teresa is," Timmy added, "but I like it!"
"I don't know much about this Tolansky guy, but he must be Mousey's little right hand pet," Teresa suggested.
"Sorta like Alonzo to Cruella," Martin muttered.
"I dunno who that Alonzo mook is, but yes, you have the right idea," Timmy nodded.
"Cruella's driver," Martin said, "pretty much more of a lackey than Horace and Jasper themselves."
"I dare see..." Timmy nodded.
"Anyhow, I smell a rat....make that a rat dog....." Martin snickered, "c'mon, guys."
Everyone nodded, and rushed away.
"Guys? Guys," Fievel called out as he was with Olivia.
"Yes, Five," Timmy asked.
"There you guys are," Fievel frowned.
"We thought ye left us," Olivia added.
"As if we'd do that to ya," Timmy scoffed, now c'mon. Methinks this mystery is just about solved!!"
"I can't find anyone anywhere," Fievel frowned about his family being gone.
"Well, I think we might know where they were taken," Timmy explained.
"Oh, really," Fievel and Olivia asked.
"Yes, maybe you should come with us," Teresa suggested.
The two mice looked at each other, but nodded as they followed behind. Then they sneaked around as they had a new place to visit. Someone began to follow them, which concerned Fievel and Olivia.
"THE MONSTER," the young mice cried out in despair before running from the frightening-looking shadow.
"Five! FIVE," Timmy yelled, "it's just Tiger...relax, man."
"Tiger," Fievel replied.
"It's alright, bronco," Teresa said, "no need to panic. Tiger's not gonna hurt ya, after all, you guys are a two."
"I saw the m-monster....." Fievel stammered.
"Monster?! Where," Tiger yelped, his eyes darting around wildly.
"Philly! Livvy," Tony called out, shivering heavily.
"Tony, the monster---I mean Madame Mousey------they--she--they have my family," Fievel cried out in grief.
"I know," Tony replied, "Mousey's gone nuts with that monster of hers! Whatever that is.....all over town, she's catching mice like it was a fire sale!"
"With a big emphasis on the fire part," Timmy added.
Tiger looked like he was going to leave.
"Tiger, we can't stop Mousey by ourselves, we need help," Fievel warned his feline best friend, "you have to go to the dogs!"
"D-D-D-D-D--Who..." Tiger blinked.
"That's right," Tony warned him.
"You must go and find that Lone Woof character and get him to the hideout," Timmy explained.
"I'm a cat, ya know, a feline," Tiger reminded, "dogs and I, we just don't---"
"Tiger, you're the only one who can get there fast enough," Fievel replied.
"Yes, well, that might be, but--" Tiger replied.
"Tiger, you need to go through with it," Darla said, "Lone Woof knows you, and if you help us, you won't be just helping us, it'll be the future of mousekind for everybody! Please, Tiger, we need you! You're our only hope!"
"Besides, Lone Woof knows who you are," Timmy added.
"He d-d-does so," Tiger yelped.
"Sure, back in the park, remember," Tony asked, "of course, you WAS unconscious for most of that..."
"Sometimes I think it's better that fashion," Tiger replied.
"Tiger," Darla called.
"WHAT," Tiger replied.
"Tiger, you really need to do this, it's about the fate of mice everywhere," Darla warned him.
"D'oh...well, fine..." Tiger sighed reluctantly.
"It'll be alright, Tiger, I promise you," Martin reassured.
"Alright...Central Park...here I come..." Tiger replied as he turned around and headed away.
"Perhaps I should go with him," Martin suggested.
"Nice thinking," Timmy replied.
"Alright," Martin said, "you all be careful. I'll be back."
"Martin," Darla frowned out of concern.
"Yes, little sis," asked Martin as he turned to face her.
"What if you don't come back," Darla frowned.
"Darla, don't think like that," Martin frowned back.
"Of course they're gonna come back," Timmy replied.
"Listen, boy, it'll be all right," Martin warned Darla, "I'm your big brother, and I promised I would never let anything hurt you. Then stay here with the others, and I'll go with Tiger."
"Ohh...alright," Darla replied.
Soon Martin gave Darla a hug before he would leave with Tiger to help console her.
"Now get moving," Timmy stated, "you found yourself a mission."
"Alright," Martin said, "Teresa, take best care of Darla for me."
"Sure fact," Teresa replied.
Martin nodded and soon went to leave with Tiger. "To Central Park," he proclaimed.
And Tiger and Atticus took astray into the night. Soon Darla waved with a soft sigh, feeling concerned about Martin already.
"C'mon, Dimples, we must go," Teresa warned the former child star.
"Then now, what have we done," Tony asked.
"Find my family," Fievel narrowed his eyes.
As the mice panicked and ran about the scene, the group sneaked over to Mousey's caravan. Tony managed to pick the lock and get them inside. Soon they took a look around and it seemed like a typical fortune cookie's hideout.
"Something really smells about this place," Tony commented.
"I know what ya mean," Fievel said as he found a crystal ball.
"Yes, and the fragrance happens to be Water of Baloney," Timmy added.
"Hang on," Teresa replied as she suddenly had an idea, "it's that phony baloney doggone stuff that Mousy was trying to sell to these mice to protect them from the Night Monster!"
"No joking," Timmy remarked, "but it also reeks.....like a sewer pipe, like that one from the old house."
"Remember what Tanya said," Fievel grinned, "Madame Mousey's owner was the wife of the public work's chief!"
"Well," Tony replied.
"Then that means he's the guy in charge of sewers," Fievel clarified.
Timmy spotted a nearby trapdoor under the table and lifted it up. "And this, no doubt, is her doorway," he remarked.
"Trapdoor...classic," Teresa commented.
They all looked down and saw a long pipe leading down to the sewer.
Meanwhile, Tiger and Martin ended up in Central Park.
"Eh...yoo-hoo...dogs...anybody home," Tiger asked as he climbed onto a fountain.
"C'mon out, we're not gonna hurt ya," Martin added.
But nobody said anything back.
"Oh, well...must be their night away," Tiger shrugged as he leaned back to the fountain.
"WHO GOES THERE," a voice demanded.
Tiger yelped and then fell into the water.
"It is I, Martin, with Tiger," Martin replied, "show yourselves, O High Council of Dogs."
At this, the dogs emerged from the shadows.
"S-so...m-many..." Tiger gulped in abject terror.
"How dare you defile the sacred fountain," a dog frowned at Tiger.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that, but we must speak," Martin replied.
"You are a cat and a mouse," the dog sneered, "a shifty and unworthy eater of mice and cheese."
"No, no," Martin replied, "Tiger would never eat a mouse."
"Yes, I like mice," Tiger explained before backpedaling, "um, er, not in the road that you're thinking, I mean I don't like to eat mice---"
"SILENCE," the dog snapped at both of them.
Tiger fell to his knees. "Oh, please, I didn't even WANNA come here, honest, but the mice, you see, they need help," he explained frantically.
"We need no interest in the affairs of mice," another dog sneered.
"You're supposed to help us out," Martin frowned, "what is wrong with you mutts?!"
The dogs just snarled at them, and Tiger covered his own eyes.
"Well, fine; chew me to bits, I don't care anymore," the actual rather fraidy cat replied, "you're all nothing but a bunch of bullies, going around, frightening people like that crazy poodle!"
"Yes," Martin added, "you're just as bad as she is!"
"Poodle," the other dogs replied once they heard that word.
"Did you say...'poodle'," one of the dogs asked.
"Yes, at least that's what she says she is, looks like an extra medium rat to me," Martin huffed.
"Huh...warn us more..." the lead dog replied out of vast intrigue.
Meanwhile, back in the sewers, the other group arrived through the tunnels, but they hid behind a crack as a cat passed behind wheeling a cart filled with caged mice. Teresa looked around and soon walked away with them to save the mice being held hostage.
"Alright, whatcha got here," one cat asked the other.
"A new batch, they're from the basement at Luigi's restaurant," the other cat replied.
"Ever meet Mario and Luigi," Timmy smirked to Teresa.
"You're hilarious," Teresa deadpanned.
"Just curious, that's all," Timmy shrugged with a smirk.
"Well...no, at least not right now," Teresa replied.
"Huh...that could be fun for us sometime," Timmy replied.
"Maybe," Teresa replied as they kept an eye out before she moved ahead of them.
"Hey, you, with the fish breath," a voice snapped.
"Fievel, it's your father," Teresa recognized.
"No doubt," Timmy nodded, "I'd recognize that accent anywhere."
"It sure isn't Tevye," Teresa replied before the camera focused on her and she narrowed her eyes, "they're called books, children. Try picking one up and reading it sometime."
"Heheheh...Fiddler on the Roof," Timmy chuckled to himself.
"Uh...yes," Teresa snickered slightly.
"Then you think you are rough, frightening women and children," Papa frowned to the cats, "shame on you, shame!"
"What are you doing here," Mama scolded as she carried Yasha, "you want them to eat you?"
"They're going to eat us anyhow," Papa replied, "perhaps I give them a little indigestion beforehand."
"Well, that's one fashion to ruin a win," Timmy noted.
"Papa Mousekewitz is a strange man sometimes," Teresa commented from her own experiences.
The cats began to harass the mice held hostage and somehow Yasha, despite being a baby, was able to sleep through all of this.
"Looky what I found here; a combo meal," Twitch snickered as he held Mama Mousekevitz and Yasha in his claws.
"How is that baby not awake," Teresa complained.
"That does it," Tony snapped, "let's get 'em!"
But before he could charge in, Fievel caught him by the tail.
"Tony, use your brain," Darla remarked, "these cats outnumber us by 20 to one!"
"At least," Teresa added.
"What's the matter, you guys afraid," Tony frowned.
"Well, yes, and there's nothing wrong with that," Fievel crossed his arms.
"Remember? Fear keeps you from doing something foolish," Timmy replied, "and on the foolishness scale of 1 to 10, charging into an army of cats ranks in at a solid 100."
"They're right," Fievel added, "doing something dangerous doesn't mean you're brave. Sometimes, it only means you're dumb. If we rush in there without using our heads, we'll get stomped!"
"Yes, but Philly, your family's out there looking like the catch of the day," Tony complained.
"Look, I'll go get Nellie; she'll know what to do," Fievel suggested.
"Oh, for crying out...." Tony grumbled.
"Look, Tony, use your head," Timmy advised.
"Alright, I promise," Tony sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat.
"Sure," Fievel nodded before he left.
Soon the cats sat with the mice and Top Cat found a group of cats who wanted to join his side for redemption...slightly any matter, but that was another story. Olivia and Fievel rushed with the others to go and find Nellie at once. There were electrical surges shown, which alarmed some of them.
"You do realize you're mad...quite mad," Nellie's voice was heard.
"Oh, I wouldn't say mad....." Mousey chuckled. "More like STARK RAVING RABID," she growled and gnashed her teeth as Tolansky stood to the side.
"The newspaper office," Darla gasped upon seeing this.
"I don't want any part in this," Hiram's voice said.
"Father," Olivia gasped upon noticing this.
"But...but why," asked Tanya.
"Why?! Because, my entire life, I have been compared to you vermin," Mousey explained.
"And I've been past her side for the longest time," Tolansky added.
"Yes, that is true," Mousey nodded before turning back. "But every day, it was; 'oh, she's so cute like a little mouse. Whaddya feed her, cheese? Mummy, look at the rat on the leash!' I've had your leash RIGHT here, pal," she barked and growled frustratedly.
"Mousey, calm down," Tolansky urged, "please..."
"Then...opportunity knocked......" Mousey said as she warned the mice why she was doing what she was doing, "Moving Day came and a door was left open. I escaped from my owner, and I joined my fellow canines in the park."
"The only fact is, they didn't want you," Nellie replied.
"No! Can you believe it,~" Mousey nodded, "they called me 'The Dog of Reluctance, and that's it! Here I am. In charge of a bunch of cats instead, but it all worked out, thanks to my little invention with the help of that beloved mouse toy maker, Hiram Flaversham, who was forced to make a robot replica of Queen Mousetoria all the road from London for Professor Ratigan."
"And I helped as well," Tolansky added.
"And what's your story then," Nellie asked Tolansky, "where exactly did you come from?"
"Oh! Well, I used to be one of those Dog Park-dwellers, until Mousey came along. She became the light of my existence," Tolansky reminisced, "if I saw the others reject her, I decided to cut ties with them, and went looking for her."
"Hello?! Small pink dog? Are you here," Tolansky called out as he searched through an alley, "I don't want to make damage, I only wish to speak, dog-to-dog!"
"Who goes there," Mousey frowned as she shivered, feeling cold.
"I am called Tolansky," the dog explained, "and I would like to be your friend...if you'd let me."
"Huh...how do I know you won't make fun of me because of how different and special I am," Mousey huffed, turning away from him at first.
"What reason would I have to do that," asked Tolansky.
"You are just like the other dogs around here..." Mousey huffed as soon as she came out, showing herself, "go ahead, call me a rat, I know you want to!"
Tolansky's eyes lit up. "Why would I call you a rat," he asked, "you...you're...beautiful!!"
"I KNEW YOU WOULD----" Mousey snapped until she realized what he said, "beautiful?"
"Yes," Tolansky nodded.
"Huh...I don't think I've seen you around here before," Mousey said as she came to Tolansky and examined him.
"Eh, I only started hanging around the park because I thought you'd be there," Tolansky explained.
"Huh...you might be useful to me after all," Mousey snickered.
"Oh, r-really? Me, useful to someone as astonishing as you," Tolansky asked in disbelief.
"Well...you do admit I am beautiful, and you do seem like you could use someone like me~" Mousey snickered to him.
"Oh, most certainly," Tolansky nodded.
"I think I'm gonna like working with ya," Madame Mousey snickered as soon as a partnership was born.
"And that's how it happened," Tolansky concluded, finishing his flashback.
"Fascinatingly despicable," Nellie commented.
"Everyone's a critic," Tolansky shrugged.
"From our misery TO YOU," Mousey smirked darkly.
"The monster," Fievel whispered once he saw the 'Night Monster'.
"Five. Don't lose your nerve, kid," Timmy advised, "remember; it's not real."
"It's not real..." Fievel tried to warn himself that.
"Exactly! It's fake, phony, bogus," Timmy urged.
"It's...it's only a machine......" Fievel said as that seemed to help him out.
"Which I was forced to help put together," Hiram frowned to the Russian mouse boy.
"That as well, but yet; it's not a real monster." Timmy continued.
"Listen, Mousey, the show is over," Reed frowned at the poodle, "nobody's gonna buy that monster malarkey after they read The Daily Nibbler!"
"Only, they ain't gonna read it," Mousey snickered, taking the newspaper copy from him. "Ya see, tomorrow, the rodents of New York will awaken to find the offices of the Daily Nibbler have been trashed! And you will be left as remains from the Manhattan Monster! You see, I have thought of every--THIIIIING," she yelped as she and Tolansky suddenly got electrocuted.
"YEEEEEOWWWWW," Tolansky howled as both of them were zapped and charred. "I'm...sorry..." Tolansky groaned before passing out in exhaustion.
"Nail that pest," Twitch called out once he saw Fievel.
Soon Fievel ran as the cats began to chase after him.
"Fievel," Olivia cried out in despair, "watch out!"
Fievel swiftly jumped and dodged to avoid the cats. Soon Teresa seemed to take out a giant fly-swatter from her own magic and used it to swat at the cats.
"A fly-swatter," Darla asked.
"I'm yet new to this entire magic fact," Teresa said before pausing as she thought of something, "hey, Lionel! Swat Cats!"
Timmy chuckled. "Ohh...I get it," he replied, conjuring a giant mallet.
Teresa narrowed her eyes, using the fly swatter and soon one cat landed his paw right on her to murder her.
"FoooooOOOORE," Timmy yelled out, smacking the cat with a mallet and hitting him into a wall.
"Yet trying to work on mallet incarnations," Teresa muttered about her own magic.
"I'd be glad to help," Timmy called back, "y'know...after this."
"Ugh, I hope we're not being watched..." Teresa face-palmed, "that just means tutoring."
Soon Darla poked her head out and kept hidden. "Oh, what to do," she asked herself. "What has Martin done? What has Sailor Moon done," she realized something. "Hey, wait a second, I AM Sailor Moon," she took out her Moon Staff, "huh...I guess technically I would be Sailor Mouse?"
"Well, whatever you plan to do, don't hesitate," Timmy advised.
"Thanks, Timmy," Darla gave a small grin to him.
"No problem," Timmy replied.
"Sailor Moon Power Make-up," Darla called out and soon she transformed into a mouse version of Sailor Moon before frowning to the cats, "by the order of the power of the moon and my Silver Crystal, I will punish you!"
The cats just laughed at this display.
"Typical," Darla frowned, "you're all in big danger."
"Well, go play somewhere else, ya little brat," Bootlick scoffed.
"BRAT," Darla frowned and soon shot her Moon Staff at him, showing the powers it held.
The Staff fired lasers at Bootlick's rear end, making him yelp in pain as he ran away.
"Not bad," Timmy grinned, "then you know Sailor Moon, right, girl?"
"Uh-huh," Darla grinned back, "I visit Japan all the time to hang out with her and the other Sailor Scouts, especially Sailor V. She's like a big sister to me."
"Woah...TEYANDEE," Timmy beamed, "suppose next time we might be able to tag along. Hopefully character development will make facts more tolerable..."
"Uh-huh," Darla grinned.
Soon another cat was behind Lionel.
"Watch out," Darla cried out in grief as soon as she took off her tiara to knock the cat off, "Moon Tiara Boomerang!"
Timmy, remembering what that did so in the Sailor Moon pilot episode, swiftly retracted his head into his neck to dodge. Soon the cat yelped as he got hit before the Moon Tiara came back to Darla and she caught it in her hand. Darla snickered as she successfully took care of that.
"Man, we didn't have ta put up with this if we worked with that miserable Warren T. Rat," the cat complained from the injury he had received.
"Aw, shut up and run," the other cat remarked.
"Warren T. Rat...." Darla asked.
"Oh, yes, Fievel's first enemy," Teresa replied, "claimed he was a rat, but he was just a big fat cat. At least that plan wasn't as silly as Cat R. Waul trying to make everyone into Mouseburgers...that was just strange."
"Not to mention dumb," Timmy added, "even if I wasn't there. How the heck did he even plan on doing THAT?!"
"I have no idea...." Teresa sweat-dropped.
"Exactly. Ergo, foolish," Timmy replied.
Soon the yellow cat came to them and Teresa looked ready to fight. "Don't, I don't wanna fight you," he warned them.
"What," asked Timmy.
"Hey, I might be a con cat, but even I had standards," the yellow cat snickered.
"Oh...well, fine," Timmy replied, "then get going."
"Allow me to come with you," the yellow cat replied.
"Do we know you...." Teresa asked.
"I don't think so," the yellow cat replied, "Top Cat's the name."
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Well, fine."
"If you're not gonna hurt us, why are you here," Teresa asked.
"I was looking for new friends to start a gang with," Top Cat replied, "perhaps find some cats I could call a family."
"Oh. Sounds alright," Timmy replied.
"I should've known better than to trust a rat dog," Top Cat muttered about Mousey.
"Yes, no joking," replied a blue cat named Benny.
"Well, if you help us out with Madame Mousey, we'll help you guys out of here and you can start all over," Teresa suggested.
"Consider it done, done, done," Top Cat replied.
Teresa gave a small grin to him. "Round up all of your friends."
Top Cat nodded and soon brought out his group of friends, which seemed to be like all colors of the rainbow; a blue cat named Benny, a pink cat named Choo-Choo, an orange cat named Brain, a brown cat named Fancy-Fancy and a green cat named Spook.
"This seems like it might be an interesting adventure," Teresa commented about Top Cat and his friends.
"Perhaps," Timmy replied.
Soon they left with the colored cats while Fievel kept running off while being chased. Soon Olivia was in the same boat as she shrieked, not feeling this afraid since that incident she had with Ratigan and Big Ben.
"Keep running," Timmy advised.
Soon a cat cornered Olivia and Fievel.
"Hey, Cat..." Teresa said before gasping and pointing, "what the hell is that?!"
"What," the cat asked, turning his head before hitting it and knocking himself out.
Timmy snorted. "Snoogan."
"Boy, that is one dumb cat," Fievel snickered.
"Behind ya," Olivia gasped once she looked over.
Soon Fievel took Olivia's paw and ran with her as Twitch came out. The two mouselings jumped off a springboard and narrowly dodged Twitch's jaws as he fell and smashed in a pile of junk.
"They look so adorable together," Teresa commented about Fievel and Olivia.
"Yes," Timmy agreed.
Bootlick drooled before Fievel and Olivia and soon pounced for them as soon as they ran away. The two children ran over to their friends.
"Tanya..." Fievel exclaimed, giving his older sister a hug.
Tanya, for once during this entire adventure, looked happy to see her brother.
"Glad ya dropped side-by-side, Rembrandt," Reed snickered, patting Fievel on the head.
"C'mon! Get this fact moving," Twitch grumbled to Bootlick and another cat.
Hiram seemed to sneak away.
"Ugh...where's that genius mouse now," Twitch frowned, "ah, whatever, we'll do it without him!"
Soon Hiram came out and hugged Olivia once they were both reunited at last.
"Aw..." Timmy grinned.
Then the cats started the machine monster to continue to wreak havoc anyhow.
"Woah! Watch out," Teresa warned the others where that they could get out of the road.
Everyone jumped aside. The cats frowned as they came after in the Manhattan Monster that came with a buzz-saw. Soon everyone kept running as this wasn't a nice fact.
"Where's Martin if I need him," Teresa complained.
Timmy swiftly pulled her out of the road as she narrowly dodged getting sliced to pieces.
"Perhaps we can lose them in the newspaper office," Fievel pondered.
"Do let's try," Nellie replied in a grammatically confusing manner.
Soon was Tony climbing over a pipe and looked down. "Oh, I don't like this....Fievel and the others should've been back by now." he sighed to himself, seeing the cats with the mice.
And of course, the cats were planning on beginning their mouse banquet early.
"Hey, you know the rules," one of the other cats scolded, "no eating the inventory!"
"Who's gonna warn on us? You," another cat snickered, sheathing his claws.
"Me? Uh-uh, no luck," the cat replied hesitantly, "eat hearty, fellas!"
Then the cats smirked hungrily.
"Oh, man! Promise or no, I must--" Tony gasped before hitting his head against a valve. "Ow! Hey...'Emergency Release Valve'..." he grinned once he knew what he had to do and began to turn the valve.
Soon the cats carried the crate with the Mousekewitz parents with Baby Yasha and threw off the lock to eat them first.
"Mama! Yasha! No," Papa cried out in despair.
"Papa," Mama yelled as she and Yasha dangled from a cat's clutch.
Without them knowing, the water levels were beginning to rise up.
"Hey, lookie, I had the combo meal," a cat snarked as he took Mama and Yasha.
Soon Yasha bit onto his paw.
"That's my baby," Papa grinned proudly.
"Then say farewell, Daddy," the cat holding him frownd, about to eat him.
But just then, the water levels rose and the cats were swept off.
"I'm a-coming, Mr. M," Tony called out as he swam out to Papa to help him. He pulled Papa onto the top of the cage, which was now floating.
"Tony, did you do all this," asked Mama.
"Sure," Tony replied, "figured if there's one fact cats hate more and getting hungry, it's getting wet!"
"Martin! Where the heck are ya," Teresa was starting to panic.
Soon Papa warned the others to unlock their crates and swim for dear lives as the cats were gone.
"Tony! Where's Fievel," Mama asked frantically.
"Relax, Mrs. M, I wish he's fine," Tony grinned.
Meanwhile, Fievel, Timmy and Olivia were running from the machine.
"WE ARE NOT FINE," Timmy shouts.
"Run 'em down," Twitch called out.
Soon Tanya ran with her brother and the others as this looked like the end.
"And they say Tom & Jerry was a violent cat and mouse chase," Teresa commented.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Please. It wasn't THAT violent, now it's just monotonous," he caught Fievel and Olivia and used his tail to bounce out of the machine's path.
Fievel and Olivia looked both surprised and thankful for Timmy's help.
"Alright," Teresa beamed to that.
"Reed, I hope this works," Nellie said as she worked with her partner on a road to get rid of the cats.
"It better," Reed replied.
"Better get it started, then," Top Cat suggested.
The two mice looked over.
"No worries, I won't hurt ya," Top Cat grinned.
"Sure," Timmy called down, "now go for it!"
Soon Fievel, Olivia and Tanya shut the door behind them until they heard the buzz saw, which concerned them as Nellie and Reed went back to work.
"I hope this works...." Nellie said to herself.
"It better..." Reed replied.
Soon the monster machine was breaking through the door as Nellie aimed her device with Reed as he stood behind the buttons.
"Ready till you are," Timmy shouts as he runs through.
"I'd prefer sooner than later," Teresa added.
"Just about ready for you all," Nellie warned them.
He, Tanya and Fievel ducked for shelter as the monster sliced its road through the door.
"Now," Nellie shouts as Reed fires the tube. It shot into the air, and hit the monster head-on before it exploded, leaving the cats charred and burnt.
"Ooh...roasted cat," Teresa grimaced.
"Did we get them all," Reed called out.
"A-yuk," Timmy replied.
"No," Twitch snickered as soon as he came up to Reed and Nellie.
"Run, Nellie," Reed called out as he stabbed Twitch in the paw with a pen.
"EEEYOWWW," Twitch shrieked as he clutched his throbbing paw.
Reed went to go until Twitch swatted him against the wall with his paw.
"Reed," Nellie cried out in grief.
"Don't worry, girly, I'll take best care of both of ya," Twitch snarked as he put his other paw down on her skirt.
Timmy jumped up, caught Twitch by the tail, grew shark teeth and bit down hard with a chomp. Soon Twitch yowled out of pain as that wounded an entire lot.
"You know what they say; sometimes you need to do the bite fact," Timmy joked.
Twitch growled as he was in pain and that joke annoyed him.
"Hey, Cat, what's your problem," Fievel snickered, "I thought you guys always landed on your feet!"
"Ooh, now he's the cheeky one," Teresa snarked to that.
"I'm so proud," Timmy remarked.
Soon Twitch began to chase after Fievel, but the young mouse was being cool about the situation now.
"Fievel, wh-what are you doing here," Nellie yelped.
"I do believe he has a plan," Timmy remarked.
"I really hope so unless he goes through Martin's phase of being foolish or suicidal," Teresa replied.
"Sheesh, Teresa, he's only a little boy," Timmy remarked, mortified.
Teresa let out a small shrug with her own dark comedy routine.
"Seriously, that's messed up," Timmy replied, "there's darkly funny, and then there's just sick and twisted."
"Alright, I'm sorry," Teresa replied, "it's not like he heard me any matter!"
"Perhaps think about it before you say it," Timmy replied.
Teresa just shrugged as Fievel let Twitch chase him on purpose.
"C'mon...you little RAT...." Twitch scowled as he slunk around the lettering department, "ya can't hide forever!"
"Perhaps you better spell it out for me," Fievel snarked before moving down a shelf of letters away from the table and onto Twitch.
Twitch tried to jump up before the shelf landed on him with the letters. "I am LOSING MY PATIENCE HERE," Twitch growled as he lunged for Fievel.
Soon Fievel ran as Twitch began to chase after him. Soon Fievel ran out the door and then hit it shut on Twitch's paw, which throbbed in pain and he yelled out from that.
"Ya little stinking," Twitch growled once he got out of the door.
Fievel ran towards the printing press, before Twitch caught his tail.
"Alright...now I'm gonna handle this the old-fashioned road: I'm gonna EAT YA," Twitch smirked.
"Fievel," Olivia cried out in misery.
Fievel managed to get free and soon caught hold of a lever and his weight pulled it down.
"What," Twitch blinked as soon as the printing press started up.
Suddenly, Twitch was yanked into the machine by his tail. Teresa took a look before wincing as that looked like a family unfriendly demise. Twitch yelled out in both pain and misfortune as he was taken for a ride on the printing press.
"Eh, don't worry. It's a children's cartoon, which means he won't die, he'll just be comically flattened, battered and bruised," Timmy replied.
"That happened to me once," Darla commented.
"Yes, that was kinda funny at the time," Teresa replied.
"I'm sorry," Timmy shrugged.
Twitch muffled as he was stuck where he was, but no one was going to help him out. Soon he was packaged into a newspaper bundle and put on a cart. Soon Tanya and Nellie were seen helping out Reed.
"Fievel," Tanya gently called.
"I'm alright," Fievel grinned.
"No joking," Timmy replied, "you done did it again!"
"At least Fievel can warn his children he's had an emotional childhood," Teresa snickered.
"Fun fact; the original film was supposed to end showing a 107-year-old Fievel warning his grandchildren the film's events during 1986," Timmy explained.
"Oh, really now," Teresa replied.
"Yes. They kept it in the novelization (which status display facility read since he was in 3rd grade)," Timmy replied.
"Huh..." Teresa commented, "fascinating."
"Ain't it though," Timmy replied.
Soon they were met with more cats.
"Oh, sure, just what we need, more cats," Teresa complained.
"More beatings to administer," Timmy replied.
"Cat! Cat! And Double Cat," Teresa complained, quoting the first American Tail movie.
"Hakuna Matata, Teresa," Martin said as soon as he came over.
"About time you showed up," Timmy remarked, "and after all the action is over!"
"Don't worry, we had to get a little extra help to take care of the cats," Martin replied, "alright, guys, c'mon out!"
At last, the High Council of Dogs came out to do away the cats for real. The cats yelped and ran off, as Tolansky stood in front of Mousey defensively.
"I ain't here to mess around," Tiger frowned to them, trying to be brave.
"Way to go, Tiger," Timmy remarked.
Soon Mousey and Tolanksy both growled.
"Move it," Tiger warned them, "you're not gonna frighten me anymore!"
"Big whoop," Tolansky spat, "I won't let ya take her."
"You wanna start something," Martin frowned as soon as he caught Tolansky and pulled him down with his strength, "what?!"
"I didn't say that," Tolansky shuddered, "I just said I wouldn't let ya take her...!"
"Then you both better get walking," Tiger suggested.
"Alright, man, that's it, we're walking," Tolansky replied as he hoisted Mousey onto his back and walked out slowly.
Tiger frowned with a firm nod as he walked out with them.
"Look what we found trying to crawl back into the sewer," Tony said as he came out with Fievel's parents and baby sister.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Watch where ya stick that, cat," Mousey frowned at Tiger.
"Look, just lay off her," Tolansky replied.
"OR I'LL TURN ON YOU LIKE A VICIOUS--" Mousey snarled.
"Lap dog..." one of the dogs cut her off.
Soon Mousey shuddered and backed up astray from the High Council of Dogs out of fear.
Tolansky swiftly got in front of her to defend her.
"Ah, you must be her boy toy dog," the lead dog snickered.
Tolansky blushed through his fur and turned his head sideways.
"Well, now, it's Mousey's turn to look from above," Lone Woof snarked.
"Lone Woof," Fievel grinned hopefully.
"Csendes," Lone Woof snickered.
"I guess he did come through after all," Timmy remarked.
"Aw, yeesh...I'm sorry, Mousey..." Tolansky sighed, "guess I screwed up big now."
"I do not blame you....." Mousey said softly before yelling, "I AM RATHER PEEVED THOUGH!!"
"As am I, my lady," Tolanksy nodded.
At last, Reed was seen coming to.
"Oh...I was so afraid you were--" Tanya grinned, taking his paw.
"Relax, girl, I was--" Reed grinned back to her until he saw the mouse woman, "Nellie! Nellie, you're alive!"
"Oh, of course I am, Reed, you saved my life, though I don't know what possessed you," Nellie replied.
"I guess he DID have feelings for her," Timmy replied.
"Heh..." Teresa shrugged, "I guess it was just bound to happen."
Soon Tanya wept before fainting in heartbreak as it seemed like Reed was in love with Nellie.
"Face it, T. He was several years your senior," Timmy replied.
"But whhhhy," Tanya lamented.
"It would've never worked out," Timmy replied, "plus it was making you a jerk."
Tanya kept weeping, much to the others' annoyance.
"Tanya, my bubula~" Mama cooed as she handed Yasha to Papa where she could console her older daughter.
"Is she alright," Tiger asked.
"I have no idea," Fievel shook his head in dismissal.
"Hopefully you never get like that," Timmy remarked.
"I sure hope so," Fievel agreed.
Soon Hiram came out with Olivia as they were all alright now and Fievel grinned to Olivia once he saw that she was safe.
Later on, everyone decided to celebrate with a day at the beach, mostly with Teresa sitting in her own chair and held a parasol over head to keep the sun out while everyone else had fun on the beach. Timmy was clad in a pair of orange swim-shorts and a blue marina. Martin was swimming in the water, though oddly for him, he didn't turn into a merboy, or in this case, a mermouse, but that was probably for the best.
"Wait, if our children DID get married, would they also get your mer-powers," Timmy asked.
"Um...what," Martin asked, not really understanding the question as Darla floated side-by-side on a floatie pool toy.
"Crap, I misphrased that," Timmy replied, "I meant if Teresa and I did get married and have children, would they also get mer-powers?"
"Well, it would depend actually," Martin said, "I mean, my mother and Queen Athena were sisters, where it passed down onto me and my family. Teresa became an honorary mermaid because she helped us out and Uncle Triton thought it would be a nice reward. Honestly, I'm not sure, it could be a 50:50 shot either fashion."
"Huh...I guess I can live with these odds," Timmy shrugged.
"Usually though, my family and I can transfer the ability," Martin said, "a merman or a mermaid would need to kiss you on the forehead, and you'll become a merfolk. That's what I did for Patch and now he becomes a merpuppy."
"Ah..." Timmy nodded.
"Did you wanna become a merboy," Martin asked.
"I guess. Could be kinda cool," Timmy replied.
"I'll see what we can do after we go back home," Martin said.
"Hey, Martin, you know Saleen," Teresa snickered.
"Uh...I don't think so...." Martin said.
"She's an evil mermaid," Teresa warned these who didn't understand who she was speaking about, "she works with an octopus named Armand."
"Oh..." Timmy replied, "might as well pencil that in for later."
"I thought perhaps you might know her," Teresa said to Martin.
"Not to my knowledge," Martin replied, "I'll ask my parents if we get back home."
Soon Mama brought out some food, which brought everyone out of the water to go and get something to eat.
"Alright, boardwalk food," Timmy whooped.
"I've had cheese...I have more cheese...." Mama listed as she spread out the food.
"Well, at least it's consistent," Timmy shrugged.
"There's no such fact as too much cheese," Teresa whispered.
"Oh, what's the use...being here," Tanya sighed, "life has no meaning."
"Aw, quit whining, Tanya," Timmy replied, "you're young. You'll find someone else."
"Here, eat a knish," Mama suggested.
"How's the newspaper, Papa," Teresa asked.
"Oh, I love a story with a happy ending," Papa grinned as he showed her the Daily Nibbler.
"Same here," Timmy nodded.
"And it's all to our brave little boy and his friends," Mama beamed.
"That's right," Papa added. "You all helped Nellie Brie find the monster, and it was hiding right under our noses, and in return, she helped Fievel find courage that was hiding right under his nose, in here," he poked Fievel in his chest to point to his heart.
Fievel chuckled before yawning as he hugged his baby sister. "I do wonder what the Dog Council did with Mousey and Tolansky," he said.
"Betcha they sent them to the pound," Tiger chuckled.
"Well, according to my sources--" Tony began.
"Your sources," Tanya frowned slightly.
"Well, alright, Nellie's sources," Tony replied, "anyhow, the dogs made sure Mousey's gonna pay big for what she'd done."
"Well, the pound," Tiger asked.
"Worse," Tony smirked, "much worse!"
And ironically enough, at that very moment......
"Come Mousey Wousey~" a woman cooed as she dragged her pet poodle on her leash.
"Oh, Mrs. Abernathy," another woman said, seeing her, "is that your lost poodle?"
"Yes," Mrs. Abernathy replied, "someone must've seen my lost dog posters I put up in the park."
"And what of Tolansky," asked Timmy.
The others shrugged to that before they chuckled to Mousey's punishment as Mrs. Abernathy took her down the boardwalk.
"Do not worry, Mousey...I will fight for you," Tolansky frowned as he peeked out. "I will make sure you need some vengeance! I will make us both have a happy ending! Even if I have to destroy a forest," he sounded insane, "I WILL MURDER FOR YOUR HAPPINESS!!"
After a brief silence, he said, "alright, not murder. At best, inconvenience."
"Come along, Charles," Mrs. Abernathy called to Tolansky as her husband pulled the dog along.
"Ah, well," Tolansky shrugged, "as long as I found Mousey, I'm happy."
"It's better than nothing," Mousey muttered, though she hated being stuck with her owner.
"At least I have you," Tolansky grinned as he licked her on the cheek.
"What a bittersweet ending," Teresa commented to the others.
"Well, life at best IS bittersweet," Timmy replied, "but hey, we can all give our best to make it worth living."
"Huh..." Teresa shrugged, "I suppose that's a nice enough philosophy."
"Not to mention, Fievel's nightmare problems are kaputsky," Timmy added.
"Yes, perhaps Fievel can eventually calm down and get some sleep," Mama added with a grin.
Soon everyone looked over to see that Fievel had fallen asleep and he looked calm this time.
"You were saying," Papa snarked to his wife.
"Sweet dreams, my little Fievel," Mama grinned happily.
"I suppose that rounds it out nicely," Timmy remarked, giving Teresa a kiss.
"Uh-huh..." Teresa replied with a small nod, "guess we'll go home then."
"Aww..." Darla pouted.
"Hey, don't sweat it," Timmy replied, "we can visit them anytime!"
"Alright..." Darla said.
"Think you'll have any more nightmares after the grand friend you've been, jocko," Martin grinned.
"Huh...I guess not," Darla grinned back.
"That's the ticket, jocko," Timmy beamed.
Darla gave a small grin to that.
"Well, until next time, whichever point the next story takes place, so long, everybody," Timmy waved.
"Does he always do that," Darla asked.
"More or less," Teresa replied.
Timmy shrugged. "You get used to it," he replied as the scene faded to black.