Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It’s moving day!
She's got big teeth. She tied me up and then...
Jonathan and Mr. Ages.
- Her home was Jonathan's home. - We have urgent problems of our own.
When that block reaches midway, you cut the line!
What did I tell you? Moving day.
Will you... You're going to get us both killed.
She knows nothing of us, or the Plan.
Yet Mrs. Brisby will serve the rats of NIMH far more than we her.
Keep an eye on this hooligan.
Miss B., I gotta have it.
Hope it stays up there. At least until we've done with the plan.
Auntie's afraid.
It's so beautiful.
Thank you so...
Oh, thank goodness.
Why did he never tell me about any of you?
- ...in case that tractor starts up again. - In case the...
He can't even get out of bed.
Jonathan meant it for you.
Look towards the house. See if you can see him.
That's it!
- Hold it. No. - You big buzzard, where's our mother?
Mrs. Fitzgibbons is filling Dragon's bowl.
You'll think of something.
- I'm being followed. - Followed?
Mr. Ages, may I please speak to you?
Come back down here!
- Yes. I un... - Swear it.
- I gave it to Justin. - Justin?
Majesty, my family is...
- They've taken the animal out of you. - What if we're discovered?
- Accidents could happen. - Accidents?
- We're losing it! - Hang on. Don't let go.
It is an honour and a privilege, my lady.
Mr. Ages!
- Did you take our mother to the rats? - I'm gonna go look for her.
...but the traps sure don't work.
Is everything all right here?
Will you be quiet? They'll hear you.
Understand? Stay.
That's right. Athletic.
It's a rabbit!
...with you.
Pull on the inhaul.
They're coming here to move your house where it's safe.
That will be quite enough. Thank you.
And there's a raspy sound when he breathes.
Okay, okay. Just a joke. I didn't mean any harm.
Go to the Owl, then, Mrs. Brisby.
He was a great friend to the rats of NIMH.
- Jenner, you can't kill Nicodemus. - No taste for blood, huh?
Come on, come on. We're coming.
...and our world is changing.
I don't know how I let you talk me into this.
- So? - This could be the same crow.
Come on, Teresa, get up on the table.
Oh, thank you.
- Oh thank you! - Follow me, but don't touch anything.
Brisby.
We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called NIMH.
Yes, I would move, but Timothy has pneumonia.
I promise.
I'm not that bad!
Trust your heart
...and put it in his dish.
Rats. Rats?
...and moving day is at hand.
There must be a... There must be a cave-in below.