The adventure group had been sent to their next adventure, but while they were going there, two adult magical beings were on their own way, but they soon ran into each other as they were floating down, looking casual despite being flying through the air.

"Oh, Drell, you look well~" Della smirked a bit.

"Hi, Della." Drell replied flatly.

"What brings you here?~" Della smirked.

Drell rolled his eyes. "I'm going to help MY students with your evil plot."

"An evil plot? Me?" Della gasped. "Oh, Drell, that hurts! I just wanna befriend the cute little darlings."

"Uh-huh, and this doesn't have anything to do with their magic or their life force?" Drell glared.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Della smiled innocently. "I would never do anything like that. There's no need for jealousy~" she then pinched his cheek a bit. "I was even asked to be their mentor until you stepped in against Enchantra."

Drell slapped her hand away in annoyance.

"The children will love me..." Della beamed. "Why wouldn't they?"

"Once they find out you're evil, they won't love you; they'll just see right through your innocent act," Drell glared. "How did you even meet Cherry?"

"Oh, we were at the spa..." Della smiled innocently. "Poor dear was so stressed out. She said you were such a tough teacher and you often made her life, as she puts it, a living nightmare."

"I'm just trying to get her to stand up for herself and not always rely on Atticus." Drell told her.

"So you say..." Della smirked.

"Della, if I wasn't a gentleman, I'd turn you into a cat right now!" Drell glared at him. "Don't think I won't do it! I have authority to do so with my high status!"

"Oh, you wouldn't dare." Della said.

"Wanna tempt me?" Drell glared.

Della just smirked to him.

Eventually, the two landed, Della put herself in a comfortable looking throne to land in while Drell landed on his feet, bending a bit with a small groan.

"I'm not as young as I used to be." Drell sighed to himself from his landing.

"Ah, what a soft landing." Della smirked as she sat on her throne.

Drell growled a bit to her.

Della soon used her magic, making herself a mouse while making him a rat. "Oops... I guess that didn't go fully as planned." she then smirked slightly as he was now a rat.

"You did that on purpose!" Drell told her.

"Did not." Della smirked.

"Did too!" Drell glared before looking around. "Oh, where did those kids get to?"

"Oh... They must be with Mrs. Brisby." Della guessed as she filed her nails with her wand.

"And how would you know that?" Drell asked.

"I'm guessing." Della smirked.

"DELLA!" Drell glared.

"Drell." Della smirked.

Drell simply groaned as this was getting him nowhere. Della smirked to him.

"You're up to something with those kids, I know you are," Drell glared. "You're just buttering them up so that you can trick them. You're worse than Queen Chrysalis and King Sombra combined."

"Oh, Drell, you wound me." Della pouted before smirking.

"Grr..." Drell growled as he stormed off.

There was soon a mysterious voice speaking as the adventure then began. "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, 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. Jonathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She'll be waiting, and you will not return. Farewell... My friend."

The group seemed to wake up in the middle of what seemed like a farm, though it was a lot bigger than they were since they were now mice, even Patch, as they were all wrapped up in a blanket.

"Where are we?" Patch asked.

"I don't know, but I feel tiny." Cherry replied.

Atticus and Mo soon came out with Cherry and Patch and they all looked around each other to see that they were mice.

"We're mice!" Atticus realized.

"But why?" Mo asked.

"I don't know..." Patch replied.

"Again?" Cherry asked as she looked at her mouse form. "Ah, well. I guess."

"Mr. Ages?" A voice soon called out. "Mr. Ages, is anybody home?"

"We better find out who that is." Atticus said.

The four soon got out of the blanket and wandered a bit as they were inside of a farm as a brown female mouse was on her way inside, wearing some sort of red cape.

"Go away!" Another voice soon called out.

"Mr. Ages?" The female mouse continued to call until she saw the group. "Oh, you're not Mr. Ages."

"I'm Atticus, and this is my girlfriend, Mo, and this is her cousin and my best friend, Cherry, and the mouse next to her is my, uh, brother Patch." Atticus introduced.

"You seem to be far from home." The female mouse said.

"You don't know the half of it." Cherry mumbled to herself.

"And you are, uh, Miss?" Atticus asked the female mouse.

"Oh, I'm sorry," The female mouse replied. "My name is Elizabeth Brisby, but of course you may call me 'Mrs. Brisby', but don't you forget the 'Mrs'."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Brisby." Atticus smiled.

"It's nice to meet you too, children... You must be so scared.." Mrs. Brisby said to them.

"A little bit..." Cherry replied.

"What is it?" The voice soon called out.

"That's Mr. Ages," Mrs. Brisby told them before going to follow the voice. "Mr. Ages, may I please speak with you?

"What?" The voice asked.

"I said, may I please speak-" Mrs. Brisby tried to explain to the man she came to see as he came out of what looked like some sort of machine, showing an older male mouse who seemed a little cranky. "With you? Oh, thank goodness! I'm so glad you're home!"

'She seems worried about something or someone.' Atticus thought to himself.

"Erm... Hello, sir." Mo smiled sheepishly to the older mouse.

"I'm fine!" Mr. Ages continued to cough as he grumbled to himself. "Confounded machine! You never know when it's going to up and blow!"

"Yes... I don't suppose you would remember me..." Mrs. Brisby said to him, a bit nervously.

"Yes, you're Mrs. Brisby," Mr. Ages replied before he went to go back into his machine. "And I am sorry about your husband's death. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Mr. Ages!" Atticus called out.

"S-Sir?! Come back here!" Cherry added.

"Mr. Ages!" Mrs. Brisby cried out.

"Great Jupiter, woman, what do you want?" Mr. Ages soon asked Mrs. Brisby, now coming up behind her.

"Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors, but this is an emergency! Please!" Mrs. Brisby begged.

Suddenly, an explosion shook the machine which knocked Mr. Ages down.

"I'm not sure if I wanna know what that sound was." Cherry shivered.

"Maybe it's the engine." Patch said.

Mrs. Brisby raced after Mr. Ages and peered over the shaft's edge as the older mouse was lying in a basket suspended by a rope.

"Madam, that is an emergency." Mr. Ages told the female mouse before pulling on the rope, sending the basket to rise up to the top of the shaft where Mrs. Brisby and the adventure group waited.

"Oh, Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick!" Mrs. Brisby frowned.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Cherry shrugged. "I mean, it's probably just a cold or a flu, right?"

"No, it's a little more severe than that." Mrs. Brisby frowned.

"What are his symptoms?" Atticus asked.

"Timmy? The one with the spider bite?" Mr. Ages then replied to Mrs. Brisby. "Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root, and-"

"No! No!" Mrs. Brisby cried out, grabbing him by his shirt and shaking him. "No, he's sick with a fever!"

"A fever?" Mo frowned.

"Well... I suppose I could fix up something..." Mr. Ages then said to the widowed mouse.

"Mind if we come with?" Patch asked.

"All right... Follow me..." Mr. Ages replied before looking sharply to them. "But don't touch anything! Understand?"

"We understand." Atticus, Cherry, Mo, and Patch replied while Mrs. Brisby nodded.

Mr. Ages took them into the basket and soon pulled on the rope to take them into the shaft. "I'm not sure where you children came from, but you are very lucky that you didn't run into Dragon." he then told the four strangers.

"Dragon?" Atticus asked out of confusion.

"Let's hope you never meet him, but he is a fiendish, fearsome, and ferocious cat." Mr. Ages replied.

Mrs. Brisby looked very upset at the mention of Dragon.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Brisby?" Mo asked softly.

"Dragon... He... He..." Mrs. Brisby said, trying not to cry. "He did something that I can never forgive."

Patch and the others could already tell as Mr. Ages mentioned Mrs. Brisby's husband being dead. They decided not to talk about it.

"I found you all out in the middle of the ground outside," Mr. Ages told the adventure group. "I was hoping you all weren't dead, but I thought you could use a little comfort, so I thought I'd bring you in so you wouldn't get killed."

"Heh... Well, thank you, sir." Atticus replied.

"What were you all doing out there anyway?" Mr. Ages then asked.

"We're not sure... Um... One minute we were home, and we woke up in this place." Patch replied.

"Oh, don't tell me you're homeless." Mrs. Brisby frowned.

Atticus and the others knew that if they told Mrs. Brisby and Mr. Ages the truth, they'd think they were crazy.

"We're not sure where our family is... Do you think we could stay with you for a little while?" Patch asked Mrs. Brisby.

"Oh, um... Maybe..." Mrs. Brisby replied. "I-I'd have to check."

"Sure, we'll stay a bit," Mo smiled softly. "We'll help you with your son."

"Oh, bless your heart..." Mrs. Brisby cooed from that.

"So about your son's symptoms?" Atticus asked her.

"Yes... How high is his fever?" Mr. Ages soon asked.

"He's burning hot to the touch." Mrs. Brisby began to list.

"Hmm... Yes." Mr. Ages replied.

"He's soaking wet with perspiration." Mrs. Brisby continued.

"Gosh." Cherry grimaced.

"And there's a raspy sound when he breathes." Mrs. Brisby then said.

"Oh, dear..." Mo frowned.

"Mr. Ages, are you thinking what I'm thinking right now?" Atticus frowned at the older mouse.

"Depends, are you thinking about work that needs to be done?" Mr. Ages replied.

"Yes, but also about her son having pneumonia." Atticus whispered to him.

"Ah, yes! Unless... I have to check..." Mr. Ages replied before facing Mrs. Brisby. "Does he have a chill?"

"Yes, he does." Mrs. Brisby nodded.

"Have you wrapped him in a blanket?" Atticus then asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Brisby replied.

"Now step inside, but keep your hands to yourself!" Mr. Ages then said, bringing them all inside a special spot. "I'm right in the middle of... Something very important."

"I understand." Mrs. Brisby said.

"Oh, do you?" Mr. Ages asked before taking them into a laboratory, but many of the items were human-sized before he went over to his work table. "Look at this mess... Oh, shoo, shoo, go on!" he then complained.

"You sure do have some unwanted buggy company." Patch told Mr. Ages.

"Oh, tell me about it," Mr. Ages replied as he tossed off a ladybug like a cat as he faced Mrs. Brisby. "Now, I'm afraid that boy, Atticus is it? Was right... Your son has pneumonia."

"Pneumonia?" Mrs. Brisby asked worriedly.

"It's not uncommon, but you can die from it." Mr. Ages replied as he mixed powders and herbs into a bowl, grinding them with a pestle.

"Oh, my..." Patch frowned.

"But there is a way to keep him from dying." Atticus said.

"Yes. Your son must stay in bed," Mr. Ages added with agreement. "Bundle him up."

"Yes." Mrs. Brisby nodded from that.

Mr. Ages pulled a string running over his head, and the bunsen burner turned to high, heating the fluid inside a large flask. A tube ran from the flask to just above their heads as the fluid expanded, forcing a single drop out of the tube before the older mouse soon caught it in his bowl. "Not to go outside..." he then advised the widowed mouse.

"But how long must-" Mrs. Bribsy began.

"Three weeks," Mr. Ages replied as he poured some mixes together. "He cannot be moved for at least three weeks."

"Three weeks of no playing... Poor kid..." Mo frowned for the young mouse even if she didn't know him.

"But moving day is almost here." Mrs. Brisby frowned.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brisby, but your son must stay in bed for three weeks or else his condition could get worse," Atticus said. "He'll also need the proper medicine to bring down his fever."

"Yes, now, mix this powder in a broth and make him drink it," Mr. Ages added as he poured the contents of the bowl into an envelope before handed it to the widowed mouse. "It'll bring down the fever."

"Oh, bless you, sir!" Mrs. Brisby replied thankfully.

"And bless yourself, you'll need it," Mr. Ages told her before dismissing her. "Now, you must excuse me... You know the way out."

"We'll walk her out since we're going out the same way." Patch said.

Mr. Ages led them out to the door.

"I suppose you all can come with me if you have nowhere else to go," Mrs. Brisby said to the adventure group before looking to Mr. Ages. "Thank you once again-"

"Shoo, shoo, shoo," Mr. Ages urged them out the door. "Go on now. Go on."

"Thank you so-" Mrs. Brisby said before the door slammed shut in her face. "Much. Goodbye."

"He must be busy with something important." Mo said.

"I'm sorry about that, but don't mind him," Mrs. Brisby told them. "Mr. Ages is a mostly private man."

"At least he found you a way to cure your son." Atticus smiled.

"That, he did," Mrs. Brisby smiled back as she held the envelope close. "Come with me. You can stay with me since you don't have anywhere to go."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brisby." The group replied, very gratefully.

As they began to make their way to Mrs. Brisby's place, they ended up in a deep forest.

"This is beyond freaky..." Cherry muttered about the atmosphere. "I'm not sure if I like it here."

"Just follow me." Mrs. Brisby replied, leading them into a hollow log.

But as they were making their way through the hollow log... They soon heard some grunting and struggling.

"You okay, Cherry?" Patch asked. "I know it's a long way, but we gotta keep up."

"That wasn't me." Cherry replied.

They soon looked on the way out before finding a crow that was struggling and seemed to be tied with some red string.

"Why is that crow tied with some red string?" Mo asked.

"I don't know, but he looks like he could use a-Um... Paw." Atticus suggested.

Mrs. Brisby brought them out one hole in the log and came to see the stringy mess as the crow was trapped. "Is everything all right here?" she then smiled patiently to the trapped bird.

"What the-?!" The crow yelped before seeing the mice. "Oh! Lady, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Do you need some help?" Atticus asked.

"Oh, uh, it's okay, heh, I'm just working out." The crow smiled sheepishly.

"Right... I forgot about the old 'Tangled-Up Mess' warm-up." Atticus smirked.

"Er, yeah, I guess that's enough exercise for one day," The crow said sheepishly before pulling himself up to the top of the log and sat down. "Besides, I'm really after this terrific string! I'm working on a love nest for two. You know what I mean?"

"Ohh, you're looking for a girl." Mo smiled.

"Well, not really, I mean... I haven't found Miss Right yet, but when I do, the whole world will hear us singing..." The crow sighed before he soon began to sing, but he leaned back too far which made him lose his balance and fall off of the log.

"Oh! Mr. Crow!" Patch cried out.

The crow soon came back out the water, dripping wet as he had landed with a splash. "Excuse me, pardon me."

"Well, you keep making all that noise and Dragon will hear you," Mrs. Brisby warned the crow. "If he hasn't already."

"Let's hope he hasn't heard him." Mo said as she bit down on one of parts of the string.

"Wouldn't you sing too? I mean, if you felt... If you felt the call of the wild, but-" The crow chuckled sheepishly.

"I would-" Mrs. Brisby said before lowering her voice as she helped Mo. "I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby."

"But... But SHE'S out there... Somewhere," The crow replied. "And when I find her I'll feel it, way down in my wishbone! I-What cat?" he then asked.

"Dragon!" Mrs. Brisby replied. "He belongs to Farmer Fitzgibbons. Look towards the house. See if you can see him."

The crow spread his wings and flew up while the others came to see while Mrs. Brisby, holding onto the strings entangling the crow, was pulled along after him. She swung at the end of the string down at the bottom of the branch.

"Come back down here!" Mo told the crow, pulling on the strings with Mrs. Brisby. "He'll see you for sure up there!"

"Hey, there's a cat out there!" The crow noticed.

"Can he see you?" Atticus asked him.

"No," The crow replied before pausing. "Yes!"

"Stand perfectly still." Mrs. Brisby warned.

"Everything's fine," The crow said at first. "He's headed right for us."

"Don't panic!" Patch then said. "Fast or slow?"

"Medium. Make that fast. Very f-" The crow replied before panicking as he tried to flap away, but was getting more and more tangled with the string. "I have to go now! Excuse me, I really-!"

"Would you stop?" Atticus asked the crow.

Mrs. Brisby and Mo were caught up in the flailing string, and ended up swinging upside down by one foot.

Finally, the crow pulled with all his might. "Break!"

Mrs. Brisby jumped up and bit through the cord he was straining against, and he went flying backward, nearly falling over the edge of the log again, then pulled himself up. "Are you alright, dear?" she then asked Mo.

"Yes, ma'am, I think so." Mo replied.

"I hear something in the log." Patch said.

"Oh, my goodness." The crow said.

"Shh!" Cherry told him as she felt a little nervous.

The crow then screamed and tried to take off again, but was pulled up short by the string. He fell back down and ended up swinging in front of the entrance to the log, barely missing a rabbit that ran out of the opening.

"It's a rabbit!" Cherry then said in relief.

"I thought that hopping sound was familiar." Patch smiled.

The crow soon laughed a bit as he realized he was worried over nothing.

"Well of all the silly nincompoops!" Mrs. Brisby soon laughed to the crow. "You got yourself all worked up over a rabbit!" she then bit through the string, holding up the male crow which made him fall to the bottom of the log.

"You should've seen yourself!" The crow soon laughed.

"Will you keep quiet?" Mrs. Brisby then asked warily.

"You were scared stiff!" The crow continued to laugh. "A rabbit! I knew it all along!"

"Oh, sure you did." Atticus smirked.

Unseen by the others, a certain cat was creeping up to the log.

"Will you hush up?" Mrs. Brisby warned the crow.

"Admit it!" The crow teased the mice. "You were scared!"

"Oh, fiddlesticks. Hold still." Mrs. Brisby told him.

"If I had actually been near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out," The crow replied. "See, I'm allergic to ca-... I'm allergic to caaaaa-... I'm allergic to-" he then breathed, unable to finish before he suddenly sneezed on someone's face. "ACHOO! Excuse me, pardon me."

"Uh-oh..." The adventure group gulped.

The cat was soon shown and roared at them like an actual dragon would from his namesake. The crow soon panicked and tried to take off, but was brought up short for the string.

"Careful, children!" Mrs. Brisby gasped to the adventure group.

Atticus soon bit down on the string to free the crow so then he wouldn't get caught and possibly eaten by Dragon.

"I never thought I'd need to be afraid of a cat." Patch said nervously.

The crow soon flew off, leaving Atticus alone with Dragon as the cat came to him.

"Atticus!" Mo yelped.

Atticus soon punched Dragon with his full strength. Mrs. Brisby looked very shocked and overwhelmed.

"Bad kitty!" Atticus glared.

"Did... Did he just...?" Mrs. Brisby muttered.

"Yes, ma'am, it's a long story." Cherry told the widowed mouse.

Dragon looked surprised before growling as it looked ready to eat him even after getting punched.

"Oh, you want more, huh? Come here!" Atticus glared.

Dragon then charged towards Atticus. Atticus then took that time to hop up in the air before landing on Dragon's back, gripping the cat's scruff to ride him like a wild bull.

"That boy can be crazy sometimes." Cherry muttered.

Mrs. Brisby didn't dare to watch as Atticus began to take down Dragon with all of his might.

"Uh, Mrs. Brisby, you are holding on tightly to Timmy's medicine, right?" Mo asked.

"Yes, it's right here." Mrs. Brisby replied, showing the envelope.

"Um... Maybe we can use the string to help?" Cherry suggested, sounding slightly anxious.

"How?" Patch asked.

"Erm... Uh..." Cherry stammered, almost like she was close to having a mental breakdown.

Dragon soon came through the log while trying to force Atticus off of his back as Mrs. Brisby gasped and seemed to drop the medicine for her severally sick son.

"Don't worry, we'll get you're son's medicine." Patch said.

"Please, he needs it ever so much right now." Mrs. Brisby nodded.

"Sorry about that, guys!" Atticus called out as he continued to ride on Dragon's back.

"We'll get the medicine!" Patch told him.

Mrs. Brisby looked very scared and worried because without that medicine, her son could die. She and the others soon ran for the medicine, then doubled back, ducking under Dragon as he pounced, smashing against the dead branches.

"I don't think so, Fluffy!" Atticus glared as he handled Dragon.

Cherry soon went to reach for the medicine, but the cat soon roared at her which startled her before she soon ended up in the water and despite not knowing how to swim very well, tried to do so.

"Cherry!" Mo yelped.

Cherry soon saw the string and grabbed it, getting pulled up into the branches of a tree. The string tangled in the branches, and she was knocked loose.

"Cherry, are you okay?!" Atticus called out, trying to keep Dragon from leaping up in the tree after his best friend.

"Define okay!" Cherry rolled her eyes.

"I'll take that as a no!" Atticus replied.

Dragon soon came right for Cherry once he saw her, making her run as fast as her feet would carry her as a mouse.

"I hate this so much!" Cherry complained.

"I'll get him, Cherry, don't worry!" Atticus told her.

"You're a little late for that!" Cherry replied.

Dragon soon continued to jump and leap while trying to also buck off Atticus like a rowdy horse.

"He sure is brave." Mrs. Brisby said.

"Atticus is the smartest and bravest boy I know." Mo smiled bashfully.

"Reminds me of my Jonathan." Mrs. Brisby gave a small smile back.

Atticus saw a waterfall and knew how to take down this cat. Cherry soon rushed back over to Mrs. Brisby and the others.

"Good, she made it out," Atticus whispered to himself in relief of Cherry's safety before glaring at Dragon. "Time to put Kitty down for a watery cat nap!"

Dragon seemed to growl a bit.

"Come and get me!" Atticus smirked as he climbed onto a branch over the waterfall.

Dragon began to chase after him. Atticus made faces almost like Fievel against Tiger's bad cat friends. Dragon hissed as he came closer and closer to Atticus, though the branch began to creak a bit from the cat's weight.

"Uh-oh..." Mrs. Brisby frowned.

Dragon crept closer and closer, about to swat at Atticus with his paw, though the branch snapped. Atticus then went to jump out of the way in time as Dragon began to fall with the branch to go down the waterfall.

"Wahoo!" Patch cheered.

"Nice going, Atticus!" Mo beamed.

"I did what I could." Atticus smiled.

The water was not deep, but Dragon hit the bottom hard, and decided he had enough and went back home, leaving them to live another day.

Atticus soon ended up going up a waterwheel which took him to a mill as he looked around for Mrs. Brisby's envelope as she seemed to had dropped it. "Now... Where is it?" he asked himself.

The others waited in the mill, though Mrs. Brisby was crying because she lost her sick son's medicine.

"Hey, Miss Mouse, don't worry, I'm okay," The crow told the widowed mouse before whistling to prove it. "See? I'm alright."

"That's not the reason I'm crying," Mrs. Brisby told him. "I lost Timmy's medicine."

"Aw, don't cry. I hate to see a woman cry," The crow cooed before perking up. "Hey! Was that kid great or was he great? Did you see that cat out there? All dripping, a-and wet... With water..." his voice then trailed off a bit as Cherry glared while she, Mo, and Patch tried to comfort Mrs. Brisby.

Atticus soon came in, looking sad in defeat.

"Atticus?" Cherry asked. "Did you...?"

"I couldn't find it... I'm so sorry, Mrs. Brisby." Atticus frowned, he hated that to be true, but it would've been better than lying.

"Oh, my Heavens!" Mrs. Brisby soon cried again.

"Wait, you mean this?" The crow as he showed the envelope that held Timmy's medicine.

Mrs. Brisby gasped happily as she took the envelope with glee.

"Nobody messes with ol' Jeremy, boy," The crow then said proudly. "Nobody!"

"That's it! Timmy's medicine!" Mrs. Brisby beamed. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Huh? It, I-what? It is? I mean, it is," The crow then said bashfully before he soon remembered his manners. "Well, I saw it lying there, and I said, uh-My name is Jeremy."

"I'm Mrs. Brisby. Thanks again!" Mrs. Brisby replied. "I have to go home now."

"I'm Atticus, this is my girlfriend, Mo and her cousin and my best friend, Cherry and my brother Patch." Atticus told Jeremy before leaving with Mrs. Brisby.

"Oh, good to meet you all," Jeremy said to them as they all became friends. "Uh, where's home?"

"In the garden patch by the stone." Mrs. Brisby replied.

"Well, do you like me?" Jeremy soon asked.

"Of course we like you! Bye now." Mrs. Brisby replied before tugging on a rope to be sure it was secure, then slid down it into an old lobster trap lying on the ground with the group.

"No! I mean... I mean, um... I mean, you don't think I'm clumsy or anything?" Jeremy asked before losing his balance and fell through the hole that the mice had just descended through into the trap, but then got tangled in the old netting. "Oh... Sorry. Excuse me, pardon me."

"And Drell calls ME clumsy." Cherry huffed.

"You're very nice." Mo told Jeremy.

"Oh. Well, if you're going to feather a nest, you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady!" Mrs. Brisby advised the crow.

"Right. When you're right, you're right. And you're right," Jeremy replied. "None of the girls I meet want to get serious!"

"I doubt they'd survive." Cherry muttered sarcastically.

"Maybe it's my approach," Jeremy said before looking to Mrs. Brisby. "Say! You were a girl once! You could teach me how to... You know, how to-"

"Behave yourself?" Mrs. Brisby guessed.

"I'm not that bad! I just need a few pointers to polish my style." Jeremy replied before he struck a pose and fell flat on his face.

Patch chuckled, unable to laugh to that, but not in a bullying way.

"Jeremy, we have to go." Atticus said.

"He's right," Mrs. Brisby added. "I have to go home."

Jeremy followed Mrs. Brisby and the others out of the mill, trying to shake a piece of netting off his foot. "Well, let me-Let me fly you home!" he then suggested. "We can talk on the way!"

"Oh, no thank you," Mrs. Brisby replied. "I'm afraid of heights."

"Okay, then we'll walk." Jeremy suggested.

"Bye, now," Mrs. Brisby said, crossing to the other side of the millpond, leaping nimbly on one lily pad to the others. "Children, stay close to me."

The group nodded as they followed her home since they had nowhere else to go. Jeremy began to follow after them.

"Jeremy..." Cherry groaned to the accident prone crow.

Jeremy followed, but the lily pads couldn't support his weight as easily, and he splashed across noisily. "I think I got real potential," he then said. "I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?"

"Jeremy, you're stepping on my tail." Mrs. Brisby complained.

"Oh! Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me..." Jeremy said nervously.

"Just be yourself." Mo said.

"That might cost him a bit." Patch sighed as they began to follow Mrs. Brisby home.

They continued to follow a bit.

"Oh, I hope the children will be alright until I get back." Mrs. Brisby said.

"How many children do you have?" Atticus asked.

"Let's see... Four," Mrs. Brisby replied. "Two sons and two daughters."

"They must be wonderful." Mo smiled.

"Oh, but they can be a pawful." Mrs. Brisby gave a small smile back.

"Um, if you want, I can babysit?" Mo offered. "I love babysitting my little brother back home."

"Oh, that's alright, I already have someone for that." Mrs. Brisby replied.

"Can't wait to meet him or her and your children." Atticus said.

Mrs. Brisby gave a small smile as she grew fond of the adventure group as she led them to her home.

"I can't help, but wonder... Where are Drell and Aunt Della?" Patch commented to the others.

"Don't know for Aunt Della and don't care for Drell." Cherry replied with a shrug.

"Aw, come on, Cherry; Drell cares about us." Atticus said.

Cherry just rolled her eyes.

"Thought Aunt Della is a lot of fun..." Atticus smiled.

"Yeah, I wish she were our guardian instead of Drell." Cherry smirked a bit.

The group soon continued to follow after Mrs. Brisby and as they passed by some bushes, Della was on her way out to follow them only to get pulled by her tail.

"They're MY students, Della..." Drell glared. "Enchantra trusted me, not you."

"Yes, but now that they're old enough; they can now decide who their teacher should be." Della smirked.

"As if they would pick you... I know what you're up to." Drell glared.

Della soon smacked his paw away with her tail and continued to follow after the adventure group. Drell simply glared before joining her.