First entrance
[ pre-milliways: Once Remy hops into the fridge, it isn't eggs or old curded milk that he finds but...something else. Some place else.]
The door opens and a small little rat bursts forth. He stands on his two hind legs for a moment, peering around curiously, nose twitching. Then he begins to scurry across the wooden floor (expertly dodging the large feet of some of the patrons in order to avoid being trampled) until he sees a bar table up ahead, lined with stools.
Quickly and carefully, he climbs up the length of a bar stool until all four feet find the mahogany surface.
"Remy!"
The rat yelps. "What? What?" A floating little Gusteau is beside him and he lets out an exasperated sigh. "Is this going to become a regular thing with you?"
"Where are you?" the deep-voiced, chubby little chef booms, floating from his left to his right. "What eez thees place?"
"I don't know. It looks like a bar, but that's impossible, right? To find a bar in a fridge?"
There is a pause, and Remy turns to the translucent rotund chef. The boisterous man shrugs easily, floating back a bit. "I do not know! I am only a figment of your imagination."
The door opens and a small little rat bursts forth. He stands on his two hind legs for a moment, peering around curiously, nose twitching. Then he begins to scurry across the wooden floor (expertly dodging the large feet of some of the patrons in order to avoid being trampled) until he sees a bar table up ahead, lined with stools.
Quickly and carefully, he climbs up the length of a bar stool until all four feet find the mahogany surface.
"Remy!"
The rat yelps. "What? What?" A floating little Gusteau is beside him and he lets out an exasperated sigh. "Is this going to become a regular thing with you?"
"Where are you?" the deep-voiced, chubby little chef booms, floating from his left to his right. "What eez thees place?"
"I don't know. It looks like a bar, but that's impossible, right? To find a bar in a fridge?"
There is a pause, and Remy turns to the translucent rotund chef. The boisterous man shrugs easily, floating back a bit. "I do not know! I am only a figment of your imagination."