The Secret of NIMH Page #3

pneumonia?

When will he get better?

Soon... I hope.

Off to bed with you now.

Dear, a man came by today, from NIMH.

NIMH?

Yes, you know!

The National Institute of Mental Health.

He was asking if we had noticed...

anything strange... about the rats on the farm

Well, I said "No, nothing unusual".

Beth, I have to get up early.

Oh, it gave me goosebumps to hear him carry on that way!

Like the rats might have some horrible disease!

Night, Beth...

I told him you'd call him back.

What did I tell you? Moving!

It can't be!

It certainly can!

I don't suppose you've packed!

What about Timmy?

The chill in the air could kill him!

Well child, that tractor surely will.

For the last time, get your children out of here

before it's too late!

Run! The plow is here, run!

It's Moving Day!

Run!

The plow is here!

Run!

Run! Get out!

Brisby!

Go get... Timothy!

Please! Take the children out of here!

Mommy, we can't leave Timmy!

Go with Auntie Shrew.

I've got to try to stop that thing!

Wait! You're out of your mind!

Brisby, come back!

Brisby! Hang on!

Hang on!

Brisby!

Come on! Come on!

Well of all the rotten luck...

fuel line's cut.

He'll come back tomorrow...

I wish Jonathan were here.

Well, he's not.

Stop it!

What am I going to do?

We'll think of something.

Come on, let's get out of here.

The Great Owl would know what to do about this.

You must go see him.

Oh I... I couldn't do that.

Owls eat mice!

Well my child, show a little courage!

We're fighting for Timmy's life!

Jonathan, your wife, I fear..

is in desperate trouble.

A visit to the Great Owl

may indeed be profitable.

Go to the Owl then, Mrs. Brisby.

Go there!

Nice evening huh?

I told you you'd love flying.

I don't know how

I let you talk me into this!

Aw, don't thank me, Mrs. Briz.

When we get to the Great Owl

he'll know just what to

do about everything!

Owls eat mice!

Ummmm... only after dark...

That must be the Owl's tree over there.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Well, the place looks deserted.

I guess we'd better get outta here.

Step inside my house...

Come inside, or go away.

Timothy... remember Timothy.

Why have you come?

Please forgive me for disturbing you...

but my son's life is in great danger.

The plow has come early this year and...

Move your family.

Yes... I would move,

but Timothy has pneumonia.

He can't even get out of bed.

You must move it to a place

where it will be safe from the plow.

Please... there must be another way.

There is no other way.

I must bid you good evening, Mrs...?

Mrs. Brisby.

Brisby? Mrs. Jonathan Brisby?

Why yes! He was my husband!

But... how do you know about him?

That is not important.

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