A Circus Mouse with a Ladder

Once Wendy had found her way out of the woods, she saw a little white cottage with a red-shingled roof, a white brick chimney, blue window shutters, and a small blue front door. In front of the house was a gate that matched the window shutters and door, which was accompanied by a small white brick wall and a long white fence that surrounded the house.

"I wonder who lives here?" she said, as she walked over to the gate. She stood there as she then heard a familiar voice calling out from above an open window.

"Emmylou! Where is that girl? Where did she put them? Emmylou! Emmylou!"

"The meerkat!" Wendy exclaimed, her face lightening up as she saw Timon from the window. Just as she opened the gate and headed toward the front porch, Timon closed the window shutters and opened the front door a moment later.

"No use! Can't wait! I'm terribly late! Oh, me! Oh, my! Oh, me! Oh, my!" he exclaimed, as he darted out of the house, holding a gold trumpet in his hand and wearing a white tunic that had a red heart printed on it and a pale blue court ruff.

"Excuse me, Mr. Meerkat," Wendy said to Timon, "I've been trying to—"

Timon turned around and ran over to Wendy, though he had thought she was this "Emmylou" person he was calling out earlier.

"Why, Emmylou! What are you doing out here?" Timon asked her, frowning at her.

"Emmylou?" Wendy repeated, a puzzled expression forming on her face.

"Don’t just stand there, do something! No, no! Go get my gloves! I'm late!" Timon barked, hopping in front of Wendy and holding up his large pocket watch.

"But late for what?" Wendy asked him, "That's just—"

"My gloves," Timon shouted, blaring his trumpet vociferously, forcing Wendy to go inside the cottage. "At once! Do you hear?"

"Goodness," Wendy said to herself, as she headed up the blue staircase. "I suppose I should be taking orders from Marie next."

Once she made her way up the stairs to Timon‘s bedroom, Wendy started her search for Timon's missing gloves.

"If I were a meerkat," she said, looking through a white wooden dresser, "where would I keep my gloves?"

When she opened a porcelain vase-like jar that was on the dresser, there were cookies in various shapes and colored frostings, and each of them had messages, such as "TAKE ONE" and "TRY ME". These were the same cookies she saw back when she was struggling to get the key onto the table at only ten inches tall.

"Oh, thank you." Wendy said, as she picked out a pink flower-shaped cookie with the words "EAT ME" written in brown frosting and took a bite of it, "Don’t mind if I do." As she looked through a chest full of clothes while humming, however, Wendy started to grow at an alarming rate, and her head hit the ceiling. The cookie had caused her to grow again—just like last time!

"Oh! Oh, no, no! Not again!" she exclaimed.

Timon tapped his foot rapidly and looked at his watch with an impatient frown on his face. He jolted in shock and rushed back inside the house, with a fear of being very, very tardy.

"Emmylou!" he called out.

Wendy was still growing very rapidly as her arms emerged from the windows, and her right foot was toppling over furniture in Timon's room, just as Timon had darted up the staircase to the door of his bedroom.

"Now, you see here, Emmylou!" Timon started to say as he opened the door, only to see Wendy's colossal right foot struggling to get through. "HEEEELLLLP!"

The beige meerkat gasped in shock and tried to escape, but he was pushed down the stairs by her foot, which had finally found its way through the door, and blared his trumpet again. He then headed for the front door and opened it, only to be pushed through some of his broken possessions by Wendy's now fully huge foot. As he got out from underneath the destruction, the frenzied meerkat cried out in horror as he saw what was happening to his house. Wendy's arms had sprouted out of the windows, and her feet had emerged from the doorways.

"NOOOO! HELP! MONSTER!!" Timon shouted in a panic, running away from his house and blaring his trumpet again, "Help! Assistance!!"

Wendy was struggling to get up, but it was no use. Timon's house was too snug for her to break free, and therefore, she was completely stuck like a fly attached to flypaper.

"Oh, dear!" she complained, placing her left hand on the rooftop. Just then, she heard Timon's voice, as he had come back with someone to help him.

"A monster! A monster, Dijon! In my house, Dijon!"

"Dijon." Wendy repeated in an unamused tone of voice, as she recalled seeing him in the ocean and him ignoring her desperate call for help while rolling her eyes.

Timon was hopping around Dijon, who was walking with him down the dirt path back to his house.

"Settle down, old chap," Dijon calmly said to Timothy, as he twirled his cane with his right hand. "Can't be as bad as all that, you know."

"My poor house..." Timon said to Dijon, still worried about his precious home. "Ohhh, my beautiful roof and rafters...all my walls, and—there it is!"

Dijon stopped in front of the house, and his turban flew off his head as his eyes widened in shock, and he almost dropped his cane in the process.

"By Jove!" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows and his shocked expression changing into a smile, "Jolly well is."

Wendy's giant hands opened the shutters, and she peeked through the open window to see Timon and Dijon, her eyes blinking with curiosity.

"Well, do your thing, Dijon!" Timon exclaimed, pushing Dijon through the open gate and hiding behind it.

Dijon approached the gigantic Wendy and examined her carefully, before replying as he tapped her slipper with his cane: "Yes, indeed. An extraordinary situation, but..."

"But-but-but-but what?!" Timon exclaimed, finally coming out from behind the gate.

Dijon blew his nose on his light blue handkerchief and put it away before placing a hand on Wendy's foot and crossed his right leg over his left.

"But I have a very simple solution!" he said, delighting the giant Wendy.

"Thank goodness!" Wendy said in response to Dijon's announcement.

"W-W-W-What is it?" stuttered Timon.

"Simply pull it out the chimney."

"Yes! G-G-Go on, go on! Pull it out!" Timon exclaimed, running over and trying to push Dijon, who was simply immovable.

"Who, me?" Dijon questioned him, "Don’t be ridiculous! What we need is a...Er...Hmmm..."

A whistling noise was heard once Dijon started thinking, and he turned to see a brown circus mouse, wearing a red/gold ringmaster's outfit with a matching hat with a white feather. He was also holding a broom in his right hand and a long ladder in his left as he was walking by Timon's house.

"A circus mouse with a ladder!" Dijon exclaimed.

"Hmmm? Oh, Timothy!" Timon called out to the circus mouse, grabbing his attention, "Timothy!"

Timothy lifted his hat up as a part of greeting the two, but he then felt himself being pulled through the gate by Timon.

"We need a lacus mouse with a cirder...A cirder..." the meerkat said to Timothy, "Can you help us?"

"At your service, governor!" Timothy replied kindly to the meerkat, saluting to him. He suddenly dropped his broom when he felt Dijon's hand on his shoulder.

“Timothy, my lad," Dijon said to him. "Have you ever been down a chimney?"

"Why, governor," Timothy said. "I've been down more chimneys!"

"Excellent, excellent!" Dijon said with a smile, "You just pop down the chimney and haul that monster out of there."

Wendy was confused by Dijon's choice to have Timothy pull her out of the chimney, for she was simply too big to fit right through it. *Why would they have a small circus mouse pull me out of such a tiny chimney?* she wondered, *I don’t think this will help me out at all...*

"Right-o, governor!" Timothy said, climbing past by Wendy. Just then, he moved back down to see Wendy through the window and cried out in alarm, "Monster?!"

He let out a frightened scream and scurried down the ladder, only to be pulled on the tail by Timon and Dijon. The two were trying to calm him down and get him back up the ladder so he would do his job, but Timothy was too frightened by the horrific vision of the gigantic Wendy to do so. Timothy scurried back down the ladder again, only to be carried up by Dijon.

"Settle down now. That's better," Dijon said to the frightened circus mouse in an enthusiastic voice. "Timothy, lad. You're passing up a golden opportunity."

"I am?" Timothy repeated, a smile of delight lightening up on his face.

"You can be famous," Dijon added, as he was still taking Timothy up the ladder. That added the fuel to Timothy's budding excitement.

"I can?"

"Of course!" Dijon chirped. Once they reached to the top of the roof, Dijon placed Timothy into the chimney.

"There's a brave lad! In you go now," he continued to say to Timothy. "Nothing to it, ol' boy. Simply tie your tail around the monster's neck and drag it out."

"Bu-But-But, governor!" Timothy started to reply, only to be shoved down the chimney by Dijon.

"Good luck, Timothy."

Just as Timothy was completely pushed down the chimney, smoke came out from the fireplace, shrouded the room, flew up in the air, and tickled Wendy's nose. She felt her head lifting itself up. The poor, giant London-dwelling girl was about to sneeze!

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Dijon wobbled on the roof once he felt Wendy's head bouncing him around, and he jumped onto the ladder as fast as he could.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ahh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Timon took refuge behind Wendy's giant foot as the smoke emerged from the open window.

Suddenly, Wendy sneezed loudly.

"Ah-ah-ah...AH-AH-AHH-CHOO!"

Timothy swiftly flew out of the chimney and into the sky like a rocket launching into outer space. It was quite a surprise to Timon and Dijon as they watched him flying into the clouds above them and disappearing out of the view.

“Well, there goes Timothy!" said Dijon, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Poor Timothy!" Wendy said as her eyes gazed from the open window, and her hand was in front of the window.

Now that Timothy was no use for the monstrous problem, Dijon had something else in mind. So he took out a match and used it to light up a pipe that had been in his mouth the whole time he was present. "Uhh...perhaps we should try a more energetic remedy!"

"Yes!" Timon replied to Dijon, pointing to his pocket watch, "Anything! Anything, but hurry!"

"I propose that we, uh..."

"Yes! Go on! Yes!"

"I propose that we...YOW!!!" Dijon cried, as he had felt the flame of the lit match burn his fingers.

"By Jove, that's it!" exclaimed the humanoid dog, "We'll burn the house down!"

"Yes!" Timon replied, chuckling and nodding in response to his suggestion, "Burn the house—WHAT?!" But his eyes widened in shock because he knew that would mean he would lose his house to the burning flames if they would choose to go with it.

"Oh, no!" Wendy said, also alarmed by Dijon's new plan.

Dijon started gathering any of Timon's valuables that would be used as firewood as he started to sing a joyous tune of his. The first item he picked out was a chair, much to the poor meerkat's worries.

Dijon: (spoken, laughing) Ho, ho, ho!
(singing) *Oh, we'll smoke the blighter out*
*We'll put the beast to rout*
*Some kindling, just a stick or two*
*This bit of rubbish ought to do*

Dijon picked up a pale pink-colored grandfather clock with disinclined help from Timon. The clock was tossed into the wall and smashed into thousands of pieces, shocking Timon. "Oh, dear!" he said fearfully, as Dijon gathered more items with a pink wheelbarrow that belonged to the meerkat.

Dijon: *We'll smoke the blighter out*
*We'll smoke the monster out*

Wendy was watching the entire scene with her bright blue eyes as Timon scurried over toward Dijon.

"No, no, no! Not my beautiful birdhouse!" he exclaimed, but it was already too late for the anxious meerkat to stop him. Dijon had already taken a white birdhouse and split it in half, scaring a small group of bluebirds away. He then tossed it into the pile of the destroyed furniture as Timon bonked his head onto the broken gate.

Dijon: *Oh, we'll roast the blighter's toes*
*We'll toast the bounder's nose*
*Just fetch that gate*
*We'll make it clear that monsters aren't welcome here*

"Oh, me, oh, my!" Timon said with a nervous look on his face, as he carried the gate over to the pile and placed it there. Then Dijon placed a hand out in front of him, indicating that he needed something from him.

"Match," he said to him.

"Match?" Timon repeated, as he handed a matchstick to Dijon. Then Dijon used Timon to light up the match and placed it on the stack of roof shingles and the obliterated furniture.

Dijon: *Without a single doubt*
*We'll smoke the monster out*

Then Timon sang along, as well.

Timon: *We'll smoke the monster out*

"Nooo! No! My poor house and furniture!" he exclaimed, as his worries had only heightened due to Dijon's recent action.

White smoke started to rise up from the pile of the furniture, making Wendy feel sorry for the poor meerkat.

"Oh, dear! This is serious," she said. "I simply must—"

Wendy suddenly let out a short gasp of shock, and her eyes focused on a small garden of carrots located on the left side of the house.

"A garden!" she gasped, as she reached her gigantic hand for a carrot, not noticing Timon running over to the carrot and grabbing hold of it.

"Perhaps if I eat something, it would make me grow small." Wendy strained.

It was a brief struggle, but soon, Wendy lifted the carrot and Timon from the garden and up toward her face. Timon was struggling to break free from her grip as he swung around in a panic.

"NO!!! Let go! HELP!!!" he cried fearfully, thinking that he would be eaten by her.

"I'm sorry, but I must eat something." Wendy said to Timon.

"Not me, you...you...you barbarian!" Timon shouted, aiming the carrot at Wendy as if it were a sword. Wendy took a big bite of the carrot and the tip fell off, surprising Timon. Timon fell off, free from the female's grip.

"Ahh! Monster!" Timon yelled.

Wendy was shrinking at a very rapid pace, thanks to the carrot she found in Timon's garden. Dijon was still blowing the smoke in an attempt to make a fire, whereas Timon was scurrying away from Wendy and tripped over her shrinking foot.

Wendy had shrunken down to the size of a small figure again, just like when she drank the bottle of the multi-flavored liquid.

"Ahh! I’m late!" Timon exclaimed, as he had taken yet another look at his pocket watch. "Oh, dear! I'm here! I should be there! I'm late! I'm late!"

"I say, do you have a match?" Dijon asked Timon. However, he was given a rapid handshake by the meerkat instead.

"Must go! Goodbye! Hello! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" Timon exclaimed, as he then hurried off on the dirt path and disappeared once again.

Wendy had made her way from underneath the front door, yet she still had to go after Timon.

"Wait! Please wait!" she exclaimed, running over to the front porch and jumping up and down.

"Ahh, young lady," Dijon said to the miniature London-dwelling girl. "Do you have a match?"

"I'm sorry, but...Mr. Meerkat!" was all Wendy had to say to Dijon before hurrying off.

Dijon shook his head and raised an eyebrow as his hands were placed on his hips. "No cooperation," he said of Wendy and Timon. "No cooperation at all. Well, can't have monsters about. Very well have to carry on by myself."

Then Dijon took the broken legs of Timon's furniture and used them to make a fire, and he blew some smoke once a small flame formed inside the hole of the broken piece.