Another Nightmare
Mm hmm. Mm hmm mm. [A large mouse rat wearing a fine suit was circling Basil trying to fight back a laugh at the others expense…. And not fighting it very hard] Mm wha ha ha ha ha! Did you honestly think you could defeat me. Me?
England’s.. no the world’s greatest criminal mastermind?
[Basil narrowed his eyes and refused to give Ratigan the ( Read more... )
England’s.. no the world’s greatest criminal mastermind?
[Basil narrowed his eyes and refused to give Ratigan the ( Read more... )
Basil!
Basil this isn’t real! Where were you before you found yourself here?
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[He recognized the voice.. but the intrusion seemed to distract not only Basil but also the large cat and her master.]
SILENCE.
[Ratigan takes slow deliberate steps toward the communicator. Who knows how he even knows what direction to go in. He just does.]
Now who do we have here? Hmm? I would thank you very kindly madam if you would SHUT UP. Unless of course... you want to be next?
[He turns back around toward Basil and tries to somehow block out the tampering mouse outside the dream]
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Basil, listen. This is some kind of magic that causes nightmares when you are touched by a duck. Please, you have to tell me where you were when the duck touched you!
The only way to get out is to destroy that duck!
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Dear lady, that all sounds quite preposterous... Perhaps... in the excitement.. [You lost your mind? Maybe she's trying to distract Ratigan.... ? He's baffled. Still she did ask him where he was.]
[Ratigan on the other hand is rubbing his temples. This woman is getting on his last nerve]
Don't just stand there you imbeciles...
[He instructs his goons to gag Basil. Now you'll never know where that duck is..]
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[Reacting to the gag that evil rat was trying to put on Basil, who had done nothing but try to help her since he arrived! He didn’t deserve treatment like this!]
You were in Traverse Town the last time we spoke. You must still be there! Some where at the hotel?
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[Ratigan.. is baffled that she's not only stood up to him twice, but still continues to do so. It is most irritating, and not one bit endearing]
By the time you find it, my dear. It will be too late.
[Decides to hasten his plans. Which means he won't get to use the Rube Goldberg machine 8/..]
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Why are you doing this anyway?
[And she is off and running. He is a mouse so locations more suited to humans were probably out… and she had been to hotel several times already, she hadn’t run into him at any of the rooms. Maybe the inn! ]
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[Time for the most maniacal laughter you've ever heard.. and some bragging. That will buy you a little more time]
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[Keep him talking as she searches the inn… Not really a thought out plan, more of curiosity that led her to ask these questions. The small pub area was empty, but this inn did have a few rooms upstairs that maybe a bachelor would find suitable. Those are explored next. ]
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[So much for Basil's earlier statement about how Ratigan would be so infamous that no one would fall for his schemes again. Ratigan somewhat more absentmindedly was setting up a shorter lil death trap for Basil. He likes to talk about himself.... dang it... it's distracting. Mrs Brisby was gettting closerrrr]
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Peeking under the door to a room only to find it empty. ]
I… I don’t read the papers…
[Next room! The light is on and she wiggles her way inside under the gap in the door. ]
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[Ratigan shook his head. Thinking about what a shame that was. Assuming the press had captured his best side for the photo]
Now where was I...?
[A sinister grin returning to his face]
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[Not really, but it was worth a try.
There! A mouse lying on the ground next to a duck. Unfortunately this time there didn’t seem to be any flower pot she could drop on this one. So the search was on. There had to be something in this room that could be used to get rid of that duck!
Maybe… using one of the small towels from the bathroom she could wrap the duck up and safely move it over to the heater. Rubber + heat = melting duck… right?
Once the duck was a puddle of yellow goo, Mrs. Brisby was back at Basil's side, gently shaking him to try and get him to wake up.]
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You're trying my patience...
[He notices her progress all too late to do anything about it. Not that he could from inside the dream]
[Basil was out of it for a little while before Mrs. Brisby got him to stir. He sat up groggily, and rubbed his face. It took him a bit longer still to realize where he was and what had happened]
Mrs. Brisbane?
[This is most unsightly.. to be found napping]
I had the strangest dream-- [Looking from her to the melted duck then back..] -- It wasn't a dream was it? [Then..] I believe that I owe you my thanks. [He smiled] This is our first time meeting in person is it not? [How funny.. with the communicators it felt like they had met several times before]
Thank you, Mrs Brisby. I'm not sure how I could have made it out of there without you.
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I’m just glad I was able to help. Who was that terrible rat?
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