Tales of the Riverbank Page #3

A bit of whistling now and

then, but mainly groaning.

What about rumbling?

Uh... that's less common.

- Bits falling off the roof?

- Unusual.

Roderick, it would be very good if you

would get the engine going again.

I'm trying.

That's done the trick.

Or maybe not.

Oh, dear.

Hate to hurry you,

but there's just a small chance

that we're about

to be buried under

a million tons of Mountain!

Hurry up, hurry up!

Well done, that rat.

Rodent know-how

is all it needed.

Well done, that rat.

No going back now.

So we press on,

my rodent chums.

They've done very well

to get this far,

but then, they don't know

what's waiting

around the next bend.

You know how it is.

You just get used to being

the last surviving animals

on the whole riverbank,

when suddenly,

a mouse wearing jewelry

and a load of ferrets

in a helicopter turn up.

Isn't it always the way?

Helicopter.

Yes, we all know

what it is, roderick.

Do we? Oh, right.

The question is,

what is it doing?

Pull over to the right.

Pull over to the right.

I'm pretty sure they want us

to pull over to the right.

You think?

Easy, boys.

They don't look like trouble.

Miss... ooh!

You just reeled us in

some tourists.

Tourists?

Excuse me, madam. We happen

to live on this river,

and we don't take too kindly

- to being attacked by your gang of thugs.

- They're not my thugs.

Keep away.

I don't want to have

to use force.

My paws are registered with

the police as lethal weapons.

- Ha!

- Ow.

I have to warn you,

I have a black collar in karate.

Back off, fellas. It's okay.

Consider yourselves lucky.

Sorry about the ferrets.

They're a little

overprotective of the talent.

We're the talent. Well, she's the talent.

I'm a comedian.

I'm Sonia.

Mistress of the microphone,

empress of the ears,

and the mouse with the most.

Now we've been hired

by the w.M.D.

To give a show at

their headquarters upriver.

And what or who

are this w.M.D.?

Why, it's the waffle, marmalade and

doughnut corporation, of course.

Where you been puttin' your

sweet tooth all these years?

I just had to get a break

from that noisy helicopter.

Did you hear about the blonde

hamster who crashed her helicopter?

When they asked her

what went wrong, she said,

she got to 1,000 feet,

she felt cold,

and turned off the big fan.

He's funny.

- I don't get it.

- No offense.

That's a funny joke.

Hey, hot rod.

- Me?

- Yeah, you, good-lookin'.

Good-looking?

You wanna show me how much chug you

got in that chug-chug boat of yours?

Sorry. I don't quite follow.

You folks around here

never do any water skiin'?

No. No.

Is that all the chug

you've got?

- We got a bit more.

- Oh.

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