Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I second the motion. - Hear, hear!
We just can't leave it here in the mud.
That love is the key
Jeremy, I have got to go home!
- What a lovely hat you're wearing. - Don't you sweet talk me.
I volunteer... for Dragon.
Follow me.
In the garden patch, by the stone.
It was you.
If you really wanted to help me, you'd go away.
- Yes! - Stand perfectly still.
Er, yeah, I guess that's enough exercise for one day.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Well, come on!
I'll have to come back for you later.
Come closer, my child.
It's a good question, but don't ask. The legs, the legs, the legs!
Nicodemus...
I'm right in the middle of... something very important.
Love it seems Made flying dreams
"...and moving day is at hand."
...from the terrible cruelty of NIMH."
Okay.
I'm allerg...
Look at this very different mess. Look at this very different mess.
You're in great danger. NIMH is coming.
Very fast... I have to go now! Excuse me, I really...
No, sweetheart. He's just very sick.
That's me.
That's refreshing, Jenner. Usually, you're screaming about us.
- What if it's true? - We'll all be killed.
A rabbit! I knew it all along!
- Go to the rats. - But I don't know any rats.
Future songs and flying dreams
Oh, of course.
Trust your heart
Leave him to me. To me...
How is it that everyone knows Jonathan?
- Maybe I should go look for Mom. - I don't think so, Martin.
They must move your house to the lee of the stone.
Take Mrs. Brisby to the library. We'll approach Nicodemus...
Well, my child, show a little courage. We're fighting for Timmy's life!
Perhaps best that I do nothing at present.
- Can I hold? Please, can I? - Jeremy, listen.
...is dead.
It i... what? It is? I mean, it is.
Nobody messes with ol' Jeremy-boy. Nobody!
Good. Okay, well.
...sucked down dark air shafts to their deaths.
Mrs. Brisby. A thousand pardons, my dear.
- I smell an opportunity. - What?
I lost Timmy's medicine.
...and in the quiet of the night...
- Mommy, we can't leave Timmy. - Go with Auntie Shrew.
You must go see him.
NIMH? Oh, yeah, NIMH.
- The poor turkey fell down. - I'm... I'm not a turkey!
I don't get it. She...