All language subtitles for The Secret of NIMH (1982).en

"Jonathan Brisby
was killed today

"while helping with the plan.

"It is four years
since our departure from NIMH

"and our world is changing.

"We cannot stay here much longer.

"Jonathan was a dear friend.

"I am lost in knowing
how to help his widow.

"She knows nothing of us or the plan.

"Perhaps best that I
do nothing at present.

"I shall miss him. "

Jonathan, wherever you are,

your thoughts must comfort her tonight.

She'll be waiting
and you will not return.

Farewell

my friend.

Mr. Ages.

Mr. Ages? Is anybody home?

Go away!

Mr. Ages.

What is it?

Mr. Ages, may I please speak to you?

What?

I said, may I please speak

with you?

Oh, thank goodness.
I'm so glad you're home.

Confounded machine.

You never know
when it's gonna up and blow.

Yes.

I don't suppose
you would remember me.

Yes. You're Mrs. Brisby.

And I'm sorry
about your husband's death.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Mr. Ages!

Great Jupiter, woman,
what do you want?

Mr. Ages, I know you don't like
visitors, but this is an emergency.

Please.

Ma'am. Madam, that is an emergency.

Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick.

Timmy? The one with the spider bite?

- Just give him some pipsissewa root...
- No!

No, he's sick with a fever.

Well, I suppose
I could fix up something.

- Thank you.
- Follow me, but don't touch anything.

Understand?

- I do appreciate...
- Just how high is his fever?

- He's burning hot to the touch.
- Yes.

- He's soaking wet with perspiration.
- Yes.

And there's a raspy sound
when he breathes.

A raspy sound, you say?

- Does he have a chill?
- Yes, he does.

- Have you wrapped him in a blanket?
- Yes.

Now step inside,
but keep your hands to yourself.

I'm right in the middle
of something very important.

- I understand.
- Do you?

Look at this mess.

Oh, shoo, shoo. Go on.

- Your son has pneumonia.
- Pneumonia?

It's not uncommon,
but you can die from it.

Please, dear God, no.

Your son must stay in bed.
Bundle him up.

Yes.

Not to go outside.

- But how long must...
- Three weeks.

He cannot be moved
for at least three weeks.

But moving day is nearly here.

You asked my advice
and I gave it to you.

- I'm sorry.
- He must stay in bed.

Now mix this powder
in a broth and make him drink it.

- It'll bring down the fever.
- Bless you, sir.

Bless yourself, you'll need it.

Now you must excuse me.
You know the way out.

- Of course. Thank you once again.
- Shoo, shoo, shoo.

- Go on now. Go on, go on.
- Thank you so

much.

Goodbye.

Is everything all right here?

What the...
Lady, don't sneak up on me like that.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

You didn't frighten me.
I was just sort of working out.

You just broke my concentration.

You look more like
you're all tangled up.

Yeah. I guess that's
enough exercise for one day.

Besides, I'm really after
this terrific string.

I'm working on a love nest for two.

- You know what I mean?
- I see.

You have a girl.

Well, not really.
I mean, I haven't found Miss Right yet.

But when I do, the whole world
will hear us singing.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Well, you keep making all that noise
and Dragon will hear you.

If he hasn't already.

Wouldn't you sing, too?
I mean, if you felt...

If you felt
the call of the wild?

I would... I would not
if I knew there was a cat nearby.

But... But she's out there. Somewhere.

And when I find her,
I'll feel it way down in my wishbone.

- I'd... What cat?
- Dragon.

He belongs to Farmer Fitzgibbons.

Look towards the house.
See if you can see him.

Come back down here.
He'll see you for sure up there.

Hey, there's a cat out there.

- Quiet. Does he see you?
- No.

- Yes.
- Stand perfectly still.

Everything's fine.
He's headed right for us.

Don't panic.
Fast or slow?

Medium.

Make that fast. Very fast.
I have to go now. Excuse me.

Oh, my goodness.

It's a rabbit.

Well, of all the silly nincompoops.

You got yourself
all worked up over a rabbit.

You should've seen yourself.

Will you keep quiet?

You were scared stiff. A rabbit.

I knew it all along.

Will you hush up?

Admit it. You were scared.

Oh, fiddlesticks. Hold still.

If I had actually been near a cat,
I'd be sneezing my brains out.

See, I'm allergic to...
I'm allergic to...

I'm allergic to...

I'm a...

I'm...

Excuse me, pardon me.

It's a...

It's a...

It's a...

The string.
Quick, grab the string!

Hey, Miss Mouse, don't worry. I'm okay.

- See? I'm all right.
- That's not the reason I'm crying.

I lost Timmy's medicine.

Don't cry. I hate to see a woman cry.

Hey, was I great or was I great?

Did you see that cat out there
all dripping and wet with water?

I'll go back to Mr. Ages tomorrow and...

You weren't so bad yourself.

Hey, we make a pretty good team.

Here. You dropped this back there.

Nobody messes with old Jeremy boy.
Nobody!

That's it.

Timmy's medicine.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

It is... What? It is?
I mean, it is.

Well, I saw it lying there,
and I said...

My name is Jeremy.

I'm Mrs. Brisby.

Thanks again. I have to go home now.

- Where's home?
- In the garden patch, by the stone.

Well, do you like me?

Of course I like you. Bye now.

No, I mean. I mean...

I mean you don't think
I'm clumsy or anything?

Sorry.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Well...

If you're going to feather a nest,

you've got a lot to learn
about how to treat a lady.

Right. When you're right, you're right.

And you're right.

None of the girls I meet
wanna get serious.

I doubt they'd survive.

Maybe it's my approach.

Say! You were a girl once.
You can 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.

Let me fly you home.
We can talk on the way.

Oh, no, thank you.
I'm afraid of heights.

Okay, 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.

Oh, yeah. Excuse me. Pardon me.

Maybe I should
go look for Mom.

I don't think so, Martin.

Brisby. Brisby!

Auntie Shrew.

- Auntie.
- Oh, no.

- Brisby!
- She'll wake up Timothy.

Brisby.

She's not here.

Brisby.

Why does she always come around here
poking her nose 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 paw me.

She's not here?

She left you children alone, then?

I'm old enough.

Rats in the field up to
heaven knows what kind of mischief.

Cynthia, dear, don't fidget.

You're so like your mother.

I ain't scared of nothing.

She went to see Mr. Ages.

To Ages? That old flimflam.

- 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.

- Martin.
- I'm not afraid of the farmer.

- I can't hear.
- I'm not even scared of Dragon.

I'm not even afraid of the Great Owl.

- Will you hush up?
- You hush up.

- Martin.
- Precocious monster.

Bossy bullfrog.

Spoiled brat.

Loudmouth.

Well!

That will be quite enough.
Thank you.

Cast not pearls before swine,
I always say.

And that includes impudent piglets.

Good day.

- 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 there,

what with rats in the field.

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.

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

with the rats on the farm.

I said no, nothing unusual.

Beth, I have to get up early.

It gave me goose bumps
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.

Right.

What did I tell you? Moving day.

- 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 for your lives! 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 and stop that thing.

Wait! You're out of your mind?

Brisby, come back!

Brisby! Hang on! Hang on.

Brisby.

Come on. Come along.

What?

Rotten luck. The 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.

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?
I told you you'd love flying.

I don't know how
I let you talk me into this.

Don't thank me, Mrs. Bris.

When we get to the Great Owl,
he'll know what to do about everything.

Owls eat mice.

Only after dark.

That must be
the Owl's tree over there.

Hello.

Hello.

Anybody home?

Well, the place looks deserted.
I guess we better get out of 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.

Move your family.

Yes, I would move,
but Timothy has pneumonia.

He can't even get out of bed.

You must move to a place
where it'll 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.

I will say this.

His name is not unknown
in these woods.

Please, sir,
I'll do anything to save Timmy.

Anything.

There is a way.

Go to the rats.

But I don't know any rats.

- In the rosebush.
- Yes.

Near the farmhouse.

Go there. Ask for Nicodemus.

Nicodemus? But how can they help?

They must move your house
to the lee of the stone.

No rat could move my house. It's...

They have ways.

I don't understand,
but I will do as you say.

It is night. I must go.

Remember, the lee of the stone.

What did he say?

He said to go to the rats.

Rats? What rats?

The lee of the stone.

Mrs. Bris. Bris?

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Jeremy?

What on Earth?

I'm in disguise.

Jeremy, please.

Not now. I'm trying
to find the entrance.

And these thorns are very dense.

Here, let me help you.

Will you be quiet? They'll hear you.

I've got to find this Nicodemus

before the farmer
gets that tractor fixed.

I'll keep a look out.

Will you...
You're going to get us both killed.

I don't see anybody coming.

If you really wanted to help me,
you'd go away.

Why, that's very brave of you,
Mrs. Bris, but I...

Well, but I can't leave you here alone.

Why, if anything were to happen...
Why, think of the children.

- That's it.
- That's what?

Jeremy, someone strong
should be protecting my children

in case that tractor starts up again.

In case the...

Hey, how about me?

- Would you?
- Yes, sure.

That'd be terrific practice.

Girls can't resist a guy
who's good with kids.

You know, the domestic type,
play games, help out, domestic.

Yes. Yes, domestic.

Now, whatever you do,
don't tell them where I am.

My lips are sealed, Mrs. Bris.

Bye.

Good luck with the rats.

Where do you live?

By that big stone in the garden.
Just stay out of trouble.

Not to worry, Mrs. Bris.
I love kids and kids love me.

Kids love me and I love kids.

I love the kid and...

Dragon, you lazy kitty.

Go catch some of those rats
out in the barn.

I've never seen a cat sleep so much.

Hello. I'm Mrs. Brisby.

I was told to see Nicodemus.

Are you Nicodemus?

Please. I need help.

- Who goes there?
- It's me.

Mrs. Brisby?

What are you...
What are you doing here?

Thank goodness it's you.

How in thunder did you get in here?

The plow has come early to the field.

You had better march
straight back out the way you came.

I can't bring Timothy out.

- The chill in the air will kill him.
- That's another matter.

That doesn't explain
what you're doing here.

And that big rat chased me away,
but I must see Nicodemus.

The Owl told me to see Nicodemus.

Yes, perhaps you should...

The Owl said?

Here now, what owl?
What are you talking about?

I went to see the Great Owl.

The Owl. You say you saw the Owl?

Yes. And he said
I should ask for Nicodemus.

- I know Nicodemus.
- He lives with the rats.

More specifically,
he's the leader of the rats.

- You know him?
- No one has ever seen the Owl!

And lived to tell about it.

Please, could you take me
to see Nicodemus?

Yes.

Yes, but for your sake,
I hope you're telling the truth.

Come on.

What about the large rat
at the entrance?

I can't go back there. I can't.

That's just Brutus.

Follow me.

Well, come on!

Jonathan,
your wife has come at last.

Perhaps now I can repay you
for your kindness to me.

Yet Mrs. Brisby will serve
the rats of NIMH far more than we her.

Jenner, I fear, could do her harm.

He is consumed by a lust for power.

Thus far, the amulet
has remained safely hidden.

But if he finds it, heaven help us.

Forgive me,
I just noticed you were limping.

That's none of your affair.

Now, to what you are
about to see in here,

you must swear absolute secrecy.

Yes. I...

- Swear it.
- I promise.

If any of this ever got out,
we'd have humankind bulldozing

their way down here
to blow the place apart.

- Is it always so dark?
- We're down three feet.

It's the most beautiful sight
I've ever seen.

Reveal thy name.

Justin, you featherhead.
Get your hands off me!

Okay, okay. Just a joke.
I didn't mean any harm.

The meeting's already in progress.

- What's this all about?
- Who, may I ask?

Yes, yes. She can be trusted.
This is no stranger.

My dear, may I present Justin,
the Captain of the Guard.

Justin, Mrs. Brisby.

Not Mrs. Jonathan Brisby?

Yes, the same.

It is an honor and a privilege, my lady.

If we could dispense
with the formalities.

- How beautiful.
- Ma'am?

The lights. They're quite lovely.

Yes, they are. We've had
electricity for four years now.

Five.

Jonathan often spoke of electricity.

But, you see,
our shame is that we're stealing it.

From Farmer Fitzgibbons.

- Stealing?
- All that is going to change.

He means we're working on a plan.

I mean that we have a plan
and the stealing will stop.

Now... Oh, yes.
Why did you send for me?

It's Jenner.

He's at it again.

There blows an ill wind.

He's before the council now.

This time he's attacking
Nicodemus openly.

And the plan, no doubt.

Nothing will come of it. It'll pass.

Beware, boy, he is dangerous.

Jenner could be the undoing
of the rats of NIMH.

I'm sorry to come here
at such a bad time. I suppose...

No, sweet lady, you are welcome here.

We tend to take ourselves
a little too seriously.

The plan is nothing but folly.
A doddering old fool's fantasy.

Nicodemus would have us destroy this
colony only to lead us to starvation

in some wilderness.

Good old Jenner.

Wait. Listen.

Moving to Thorn Valley
is a good plan.

Fie.
We have everything we need right here.

You mean we steal everything we need.

Come on, you suspicious old goat.

If we stay here,
humans are bound to discover us.

They'd destroy us on the spot.

- I agree!
- He's right. We'll be killed.

Not if we got them first.

He means war.

- We'd be outnumbered.
- There are too many of them.

Hear me.

The Thorn Valley plan is
the aspiration of idiots and dreamers.

We...

We were just talking about you.

That's refreshing. Jenner.
Usually, you're screaming about us.

Who is that?

You know the rules.
There are no visitors allowed here.

May I present Mrs. Jonathan Brisby.

Jonathan Brisby is dead.

She's not one of us.
What's the meaning of this?

Send her away.

- Let's get back to business.
- Wait, wait.

She has been to see the Great Owl.

He has told her that we could move
the Brisby home to safety.

Her home was Jonathan's home.

We have urgent problems of our own.

Let the lower creatures
fend for themselves.

Order. Order.

Wait, my friend.

- I smell an opportunity.
- What?

Maneuvers of this nature are dangerous.

- Accidents could happen.
- Accidents?

- Jenner.
- I'll explain later.

Mrs. Brisby.
A thousand pardons, my dear.

Forgive the ill temper of my colleague.

It would be an honor to assist
Jonathan's widow in any way.

We are but your humble servants.

Thank you.

- I second the motion.
- Here, here.

Motion has been moved
and seconded.

Those in favor make a show of hands.

He is up to something.

Take Mrs. Brisby to the library.

We'll approach Nicodemus...

- Motion carried.
- ... when the meeting is over.

Okay, now. Wait a minute.
This isn't what you think.

You don't understand
what I'm doing here.

Think you can come snooping about,
looting and pilfering

just when everyone's away.

Well, let me explain...

What a lovely hat you're wearing.

Don't you sweet talk me.

I know you're in league
with those awful rats.

Rats?

- What rats?
- Hoodlums, the lot of you.

Why did you say rats?

You think the world
owes you a living, right?

- Right.
- Wrong!

Wrong!

Look, nice lady,
you're making a mistake.

The sooner you delinquents learn
that you must earn your own way.

Wait. Wait. Can't we...

Can't we talk this over?

The sooner, the better.

You can't leave me like... There's a...

There's a... He's a very big...

Good. Good riddance.

Teresa, Martin!

That's the least you deserve.

Auntie.

There you are!

Keep an eye on this hooligan.

Make sure he doesn't get away
until I can fetch help.

And as for you, you black buzzard,
I wouldn't try anything.

I shall return.

Well, I guess we better untie him.

But, Martin.

Mom helped a crow in the field
the day before yesterday.

He's trying to talk.

He looks like a loony.

He even took her to see the...
The Great Owl.

- So?
- This could be the same crow.

That's me.

I am the crow.
Untie me quick. I can't stand it.

What are you doing here?

It's a good question but don't ask.
The legs, the legs, the legs!

The poor turkey fell down.

I'm not a turkey!

- Your mother...
- Where's our mother?

- Hold it. No.
- You big buzzard.

Where's our mother?

- You'd better tell me or I'll...
- You're tickling!

- Or I'll tie you back up again.
- The rosebush to see the rats.

- Did you take our mother to the rats?
- I'm gonna go look for her.

No, no, listen. Hold it. Wait a minute.

The rats, they're friendly.
Good. Tonight, stay.

They're coming here
to move your house where it's safe.

Understand? Stay.

The Owl said they're good and smart.

Get it?

You're right. He's a loony.

No. Don't. You must... No, no, don't.

Don't. Don't do this.

- Now, don't tire him out.
- No.

- Be brief.
- Yes.

Say what you want, then leave.

I won't be a bother.

Justin bothers him enough
with all his silly nonsense.

- Here we are.
- Thank you, Mr. Ages.

I don't know
what Nicodemus sees in that boy.

I'll come back for you.

- Brief.
- Brief.

Come closer, my child.

Don't be frightened.

Sir...

The Great Owl sent me to you.

Did he?

He is a dear comrade.

Closer.

Mrs. Jonathan Brisby,
what an honor this is.

How is it
that everyone knows Jonathan?

He was a great friend
to the rats of NIMH.

He himself came from NIMH.

Majesty, my family is...

I know of your needs.

There is a book there.

Read the words.

I can read a little.

Jonathan taught me.

The children are better

at it than I am.

Read.

"Jonathan Brisby

"made possible

"the rats' escape

"from the terrible cruelty of NIMH."

Jonathan?

He was...

Killed today

while drugging
the farmer's cat,

Dragon.

I... I never knewjust what happened.

Why did he never tell me
about any of you?

Why?

To answer that,
I must tell you about NIMH

and our plan.

Go. Look there.

In the beginning,
we were ordinary street rats

stealing our daily bread and living off
the efforts of man's work.

We were captured, put in cages,
and sent to a place called NIMH.

There were many animals there in cages.

They were put through
the most unspeakable tortures

to satisfy some scientific curiosity.

Often, at night, I would hear them
crying out in anguish.

Twenty rats and 11 mice
were given injections.

Our world began changing.

Then, one night,

I looked upon the words
under the cage door

and understood them.

We had become intelligent.

We could read.

The miracle was kept secret
from the scientists,

and in the quiet of the night,

we escaped
through the ventilation system.

The mice were blown away...

Sucked down dark air shafts
to their deaths.

All, except two...

Jonathan and Mr. Ages.

We were trapped
by a locked door on the roof.

It was Jonathan who made possible
the unlocking of the door.

I have a gift.

Come.

Jonathan meant it for you.

It's so beautiful.

- It sleeps.
- Sleeps?

Yes.

When worn by one
with a courageous heart,

the stone glows red.

It becomes a blinding radiance.

Courage of the heart is very rare.

The stone has a power when it's there.

Look, an inscription.

"You can unlock any door

if you only have the key. "

Thank you.

I will treasure it always.

Jonathan couldn't tell you about NIMH

because the injections
slowed the aging process.

You see, you would've grown old

while he remained young.

Nicodemus.

The boats are ready and waiting.
We can leave any time.

Good.

My child, shall we journey to your home?

Sir?

Tonight you must move your house
to the protected side of the stone.

- The lee of the stone.
- Yes.

I don't get it. She...

With Nicodemus out of the way,
what's to stop us from taking over?

Jenner, you can't kill Nicodemus.

No taste for blood?

They've taken the animal out of you.

What if we're discovered?

Listen, the Brisby house
is a large cement block.

In the moving, what if it should fall?

- An accident?
- Of course.

Cut the lines and
the weight of it will crush his bones.

It's risky.

Once rid of Nicodemus,
the plan will die.

We can stay here as long as we like.

What about Justin?

Leave him to me.

Sometimes, when we have a long
project that takes us into the open,

Mr. Ages makes up
a sleeping powder to give to Dragon.

How do you get him to take it?

Someone must go
into the farmhouse kitchen

and put it in his dish.

The only way into the kitchen
is through a tiny hole in the floor.

Ages tried it yesterday.
That's how he

- broke his leg.
- Broke his leg.

Right.

That was close.

- What's up there?
- The mill. It's falling apart.

Hope it stays up there.
At least until we've done with the plan.

Plan? What is the plan?

To live without stealing,
of course.

It's wrong to take electricity
from the farm.

My child, we can no longer live as rats.

We know too much.

We're almost there.

Your Majesty, I should go
prepare the children for tonight.

We shall wait here until dark.

About Dragon, maybe...

Nothing. Goodbye.

I volunteer for Dragon.

No, Mrs. Brisby.

Nicodemus, this is no job for her.

Please.

As you wish.

All right.

I'll meet you at the west side
of the farmhouse at dusk.

Thank you. I must be crazy.

Goodbye. I must be crazy.

Excuse me, pardon me.

Jeremy?

- I'm being followed.
- Followed?

There's a crazy lady with a hat.

She's got big teeth.
She tied me up and then...

- A sparkly.
- What?

You're wearing a sparkly.

Can I hold? Please, can I?

Jeremy, listen.

I need lots and lots of string.

- String.
- To move the block.

Move the block.

Hey! I've got string.
I've been saving them.

- You do?
- Sure.

Red ones, blue ones, green, yellow...

Pay attention.
Go get all the string you can.

Okay.

- That'll take all day.
- Good. Get going.

I... I just thought I'd mention in
passing...

I've always wanted a sparkly
of my very own.

- Will you get going?
- Sure.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Bye.

Won't be long now.
She's washing the dishes.

Here's the powder.

- Nervous?
- Very.

Well, don't be. You'll be okay.

I hope I haven't upset your plans.

Nonsense. What makes you say that?

I thought I might've caused an argument.

You mean Jenner? No problem.

Justin, I sincerely hope
you make it to Thorn Valley.

We will. Listen.

Mrs. Fitzgibbons is
filling Dragon's bowl.

- Get ready.
- Oh, my.

Better leave that cape.
Could get caught on something.

Here's the powder.

I don't think I can do this.

Yes, you can.

Now take a deep breath.

Concentrate on the bowl.

Don't look at the door. Steady.

Okay, Dragon, I'm coming.

- Steady.
- There we go.

Now.

Now!

Coming. Coming.

Get back.

Mom, don't let the cat in yet.
I've caught a mouse.

- A mouse?
- Can I keep it? Can I?

No, Billy. Put it outside.

- Damn.
- Mom, please.

I can keep it in Porgy's old cage.

All right.

Come on, Dragon.

I'll have to come back for you later.

Rats. Rats?

They'll be here any minute.

To move our house over there,
by the stone.

- Wrong.
- Actually move it.

Not while I'm keeping watch.

Auntie Shrew, I'm not afraid.

Afraid, child? I have no fear
of those great hulking beasts.

And should one of those hairy
barbarians come through that door...

The rats.

I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hold your horses.

Hello.

Who?

NIMH? Oh, yeah, NIMH.

Yes, yes, I know,
you called about the rats.

I don't know nothing
about any special behavior

but the traps sure don't work.

The morning?

Suits me fine.

No, no, no, you can bulldoze
that rosebush right out of there.

I want those rats exterminated.

Now, there's no charge
for any of... Good.

Okay, well.

I'll see you in the morning. Bye-bye.

NIMH. They're coming here.

I must warn Justin.

Teresa!

Martin!

Auntie's afraid.

Pull on the inhaul.

Careful. Careful!

Easy does it.

Nicodemus is cooperating beautifully.

- Jenner.
- Standing in just the right spot.

Jenner, I can't do it.

When that block reaches midway,
you cut the line!

I...

Don't get any ideas, my friend.

You're in this up to your neck.

Come on, mates.
Put your backs into it.

Ready with the knife.

Ready.

Cut now.

- I...
- Now!

- Cut!
- No!

Martin!

Okay, help me. You've gotta hurry.

That's it.

Come on, come on.

We're coming.

Okay.

I see him.

Nicodemus.

Oh, no.

No.

Friends, we cannot
move the Brisby home.

We just can't leave it here in the mud.

The equipment is a shambles.

Justin!

One day,
we shall journey to Thorn Valley,

just as Nicodemus wanted.

But not now.

Justin!

Mrs. Brisby.

Come. Let us return to the rosebush,
where we belong.

Mr. Ages.

What happened?

- The children!
- No, they're fine.

Nicodemus

is dead.

Oh, no.

You're in great danger. NIMH is coming.

Come, come.
Let's return to the rosebush.

NIMH's coming.

- NIMH?
- In the morning.

- NIMH?
- Yes.

You will all die
unless you leave the farm tonight.

- Lies.
- Please! You must believe me.

- What if it's true?
- We'll all be killed.

- Don't panic.
- Don't listen.

- She's hysterical.
- Get out now!

- You get out. I've had enough.
- Jenner!

Justin. Justin!

Jenner, stop this.

The stone.

- Jenner.
- Get out of my way.

I want that stone.

Jenner.

- Justin. Justin.
- My sword.

It was you.

You did it. You killed Nicodemus.

- That was no accident.
- Yes.

I killed him.

He wanted to destroy everything.

I've learned this much,
take what you can when you can.

Then you've learned nothing.

Friends, tonight we journey
to Thorn Valley.

We will leave no tracks.

No evidence that
the rats of NIMH ever existed.

Come.

Hello! Anybody up there?

- Martin?
- Mom.

Mother, are we almost moved?

Soon now.

It's sinking. It's sinking.

- Justin, the block! It's sinking.
- What?

- Come on.
- It's sinking.

There must be a...
There must be a cave in below.

Here, tie these lines together.

I'll get a line around the stone.

Now. Brutus, quick, get some rope.

Tie off those block lines.
Hurry it up, come on! Move it!

Mother. Mother!

What's all that black stuff?

Come on, Teresa, get up on the table.

Cynthia.

What about Timmy?

Get us out of here!

Mother!

We need another line.

- Move.
- It's breaking.

Justin!

Hurry. Put it through the hole.

- Justin!
- We're losing it.

Hang on. Don't let go.

- Grab on to my foot.
- I can't breathe.

Oh, no. Come on.

- It's sinking further.
- We're losing it.

Courage of the heart
is very rare.

The stone has a power when it's there.

The stone.

Mama, I'm tired of bed. I wanna get up.

Well, you're not getting up.

Miss Bris. Bris. Where are you?

Over here.

Here it is.

I brought the whole nest.

There's plenty more where this
came from, too. I got connections.

Hey, your house is moved.

Oh, no!
What am I gonna do with all this string?

You'll think of something.

What's the use?

What's a guy like me
gonna do with a love nest, anyway?

- Excuse me, pardon me.
- Excuse me, pardon me.

Look, Mommy, another turkey.

Stay right there.

Mrs. Bris, Mrs. Bris,

let me have the sparkly.
I gotta have the sparkly.

Miss B, I gotta have it.

Girls can't resist a sparkly.
Please. Please!

- I gave it to Justin.
- Justin?

- Who the heck is Justin?
- The leader of the rats.

"The leader of the rats. "
How could you do this to me?

What'll I say, Mrs. B? What'll I do?

Well...

Just be... Be athletic!

That's right. Athletic.

I'll just be a little...

Mother, did the rats really go
to Thorn Valley?

Yes, they did.

- Will we ever see them?
- Perhaps.

- Today.
- No. When you're older.

Brisby!

- Auntie Shrew.
- Auntie.

Oh, no.