The Secret of NIMH Page #2

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!

I'm not afraid of the dark!

I'm not afraid of the farmer!

I can't hear!

I'm not even scared of Dragon.

I'm not even afraid of... of... of the Great Owl!

Will you hush up?

Aw, you hush up!

Martin!

Precocious monster!

Bossing bullfrog!

Spoiled brat!

Loudmouth!

That will be quite enough, thank you!

Cast not pearls before swine, I always say...

and that includes impudent piglets! Good day!

Oh! You impertinent little...

Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on!?

Indeed!

Please... come back inside...

Not for a king's ransom!

I have just one thing to say

That child is a brat!

Yes, I will speak to him.

I came here to inform you...

that the frost is off the ground...

and Moving Day is at hand.

Prepare to move your very very odd family.

Good day.

You never know what might be lurking about out here

what with rats and...

Well, children. now you've done it.

It was Martin.

The Shrew means well.

She only wants to help.

Gosh, I'm sorry, Mom.

Is Timmy gonna die?

No, sweetheart. He's just very sick.

What's the matter with him, Mother?

Mr. Ages called it... pneumonia.

Rate this script:3.5 / 2 votes