The Secret of NIMH

Jonathan Brisby was killed today while helping with the Plan

It is four years since our departure from NIMH

and our world is changing

We cannot stay here much longer

Jonathan was a dear friend

I am lost in knowing how to help his widow.

She knows nothing of us, or the Plan

Perhaps best that I do nothing at present

I shall miss him

Johnason

wherever you are

your thoughts must comfort her tonight

She'll be waiting, and you will not return.

Farewell... my friend

Mr. Ages?

Mr. Ages, is anybody home?

Go away!

Mr. Ages!

What is it?

Mr. Ages, may I please speak to you?

What?

I said, may I please speak...

with you

Oh, thank goodness

I'm so glad you're home

Confounded machine!

You never know when it's going to up and blow!

yes

I don't suppose you would remember me..

Yes, you're Mrs. Brisby.

And I am sorry about your husband's death.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Mr. Ages!

Great Jupiter woman, what do you want?

Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors

but this is an emergency!

Please!

Madam, that is an emergency.

Oh Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick!

Timmy? The one with the spider bite?

Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root and...

No!

No, he's sick with a fever!

Well... I suppose I could fix up something...

Oh thank you!

Follow me, but don't touch anything!

Understand?

I do appreciate it...

Just how high is his fever?

He's burning hot to the touch.

Hmmmmmm, yes.

He's soaking wet with perspiration...

...yes?

...and there's a raspy sound when he breathes.

A raspy sound you say? Well..

Does he have a chill?

Yes, he does.

Have you wrapped him in a blanket?

Yes.

Now step inside, but keep your hands to yourself!

I'm right in the middle of... something very important.

I understand.

Oh, do you?

Look at this mess...

Oh, shoo, shoo, go on!

Your son has pneumonia.

Pneumonia?

It's not uncommon, but you can die from it.

Oh please dear God, no.

Your son must stay in bed. Bundle him up.

Yes.

Not to go outside...

But how long must...

Three weeks.

He cannot be moved for at least three weeks.

But Moving Day is nearly here!

You asked my advice, and I gave it to you!

I'm sorry.

He must stay in bed.

Now, mix this... this powder in a broth and make him drink it.

It'll bring down the fever.

Oh, bless you sir!

And bless yourself, you'll need it.

Now, you must excuse me...

You know the way out.

Oh, of course.

Thank you once again...

Shoo shoo shoo. Go on now. Go on.

Thank you so...

...much. Goodbye.

Is everything all right here?

What the...

Oh! Lady, don't sneak up on me like that!

I didn't mean to frighten you...

Oh, you didn't frighten me, I was just sort of...

working out.

You just broke my concentration, that's...

You look more like you're all tangled up.

Er, yeah

I guess that's enough exercise for one day.

Besides, I'm really after this terrific string!

I'm working on a love nest for two.

You know what I mean?

Oh I see...

you have a girl.

Well, not really, I mean...

I haven't found Miss Right yet.

But when I do

the whole world will hear us singing...

Excuse me, pardon me.

Well, you keep making all that noise and Dragon will hear you.

If he hasn't already.

Wouldn't you sing too? I mean

if you felt... heh heh...

if you felt the call of the wild, but...

I would... I would not

if I knew there was a cat nearby.

but..

but SHE'S out there... somewhere...

and when I find her I'll feel

it way down in my wishbone!

I... What cat?

Dragon! He belongs to Farmer Fitzgibbons.

Look towards the house. See

if you can see him.

Come back down here!

He'll see you for sure up there!

Hey, there's a cat out there!

Quiet! Does he see you?

No.

Yes!

Stand perfectly still.

Everything's fine... he's headed right for us.

Don't panic! Fast or slow?

Medium. Make that fast. Very f...

I have to go now! Excuse me, I really...

Break!

Oh my goodness.

It's a rabbit!

Well of all the silly nincompoops!

You got yourself all worked up over a rabbit!

You should have seen yourself!

Will you keep quiet?

You were scared stiff!

A rabbit! I knew it all along!

Will you hush up?

Admit it! You were scared!

Oh... fiddlesticks. Hold still.

If I had actually been near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out.

See, I'm allergic to ca...

I'm allergic to caaaaa...

I'm allergic to caaaaa...

I'm allerg... AHHH-CHOOOO!

Excuse me, pardon me.

The string, quick! Grab the string!

Hey, Miss Mouse, don't worry, I'm ok.

See? I'm alright.

That's not the reason I'm crying.

I lost Timmy's medicine.

Aw, don't cry. I hate to see a woman cry...

Hey! Was I great, or was I

great? Did you see that cat out there?

All dripping, and... and wet... with water...

I'll... go back to Mr. Ages tommorow, and...

You weren't so bad yourself.

Hey, we make a pretty good team!

Oh, here, you dropped this back there.

Nobody messes with ol' Jeremy, boy. Nobody!

That's it! Timmy's medicine!

Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!

Huh? It i... what? It is? I mean, it is.

Well, I saw it lying there, and I said uh...

My name is Jeremy.

I'm Mrs. Brisby.

Thanks again!

I have to go home now.

Uh, where's home?

In the garden patch, by the stone.

do you like me?

Of course I like you!

Bye now.

No! I mean... I mean, um... I mean

you don't think I'm clumsy or anything?

Oh... sorry. Excuse me, pardon me.

Oh. Well, if you're going to feather a nest

you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady!

Right. When you're right, you're right.

And you're right.

None of the girls I meet want to get serious!

I doubt they'd survive.

Huh? Maybe it's my approach.

Say! You were a girl once!

You could teach me how to...

you know, how to...

Behave yourself?

I'm not that bad!

I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

Jeremy, I have got to go home!

Well let me... Let me fly you home!

We can talk on the way!

Oh, no thank you. I'm afraid of heights.

OK, then we'll walk.

Bye now.

I think I got real potential

I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?

Jeremy, you're stepping on my tail.

Excuse me, pardon me...

Maybe I should go look for Mom.

I don't think so, Martin.

Brisby! Briiiiiisby!

Oh! Auntie Shrew!

Oh Auntie!

Oh no...

She'll wake up Timothy!

She's not here

Why is she always coming around here,

poking her nose in where she's not wanted?

Martin!

Thank you child. I must speak with your mother.

Your Auntie is exhausted!

Why me? That I alone should be responsible

for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous!

Brisby!

mother isn't here

Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

Cynthia dearest, don't pull me.

She's not here?

She left you children alone then?

I'm old enough.

...rats in the field up to heaven knows what sort of mischief...

Cynthia dear, don't fidgit!

You're so like your mother!

I ain't scared of nuthin!

She went to see Mr. Ages.

To Ages? That old flim-flam!

Whatever for?

Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

Patience, my pet.

Why to Ages?

- Timmy's sick!

- Timothy is very ill.

Timmy ill? How dreadful!

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