AFT: Little Toons on the Prarie 3

(Act 3)

The next morning, the young mouse with Chris, Mason, and Cyrus climbed up the rocky side of the mountain before looking back.

Julien: (fearfully) I just can't do it, my friends!! I can't! I'm getting dizzy as it is! I hate heights. It's no use! I have to go back! I have to go back!

However, they glared at the lemur only close to the ground with Julien going back, much to their annoyance.

Leia: (anger mark) That's because you're too lazy, you jerk!

Julien: Hey! Not true. I am a King Jerk!

High above, Cyrus looked down below.

Mason: That's okay, King Jerk.

Cyrus: We'll get help somehow because we didn't need your help at all.

Mason: But if things get rough, we're feeding him to the cats.

The group below looked while the babies were held. The trio climbed the branch almost close to the top where Fat Cat with his minions were. They looked below, noticing the group.

Fat Cat: Ah, there you are, my little friends. It does my stomach-uh my heart so good to see you safe.

Teresa: (glares) I bet it does, Fat Cat! Wish we could say the same.

Fat Cat: Oh come now, Teresa. Enough hostility. Surely you must realize by now that we'll have a better chance in surviving in this wilderness if we stick together.

Teresa: (frowns) Let me guess: You have a plan.

Fat Cat: Of course.

He pointed to one of his cronies using a lasso.

Fat Cat: I'll have my morons throw down a line and we'll pull all of you to safety. You have my word on it. He-he.

As he said that, he secretly crossed his fingers.

Teresa: Hmph, like I'll fall for it again.

Mr. Bump: Yeah, you're not gonna try to take Teresa just to make your ex-girlfriend jealous!

Fat Cat: (anger mark) First off, I wasn't trying to leave Isis in the first place. Second off, I'm only like Teresa for her voice!

Teresa: (anger mark) Ugh! Men!

Rita: (sing-songy) Uh Teresa, I doubt that this is such a good idea.

Teresa: It's our only way out of here, Rita.

Streaky: (quietly) We push them AFTER we climb up to safety. THEN make a run for it.

Teresa: Streaky's right. He and I got an idea.

Streaky: (grins) Yeah.

A thought bubble appears as we see Streaky in it, fishing and pulling out a fish.

Streaky: Got another one!

Rita however frowns as she pops the bubble with a claw, making Streaky yelp.

Streaky: Hey!

Rita: Not what Teresa has in mind.

She looked up before shouting.

Teresa: Okay, Fat Cat, but there's not many of us left.

As she said that, the three hidden in branch looked at her.

Teresa: (fake tears) My poor brother and Mason with Cyrus didn't survive the trip down stream!

She began crying before secretly opening her eye, looking at where Fat Cat's group was while Runt looked.

Runt: What do ya mean, Teresa? I thought they was right over-

Rita: (hits him) Runt, shush! (quietly) Don't ruin this.

Krypto: (quietly) And with them up there, at least we've got a fighting chance.

Runt: (quietly) Why are we whispering?

Krypto: (quietly) Dramatic effect.

Finally, the rope was tossed down with Runt snatching it, grunting from the rope while trying to place it in the middle. He twirled a little before the others held on. Then, they were pulled up.

Streaky: (frowns) This is embarrassing...a flying cat having to be pulled up this way.

Krypto: It's the only way without OUR Katz noticing.

As that happened, Timothy, Mason, and Cyrus watched the scene before darting off. As that happened, Julien began babbling in fear.

Julien: Ugh, I just hate heights!

Cynthia: (glares) I STILL think you're too lazy.

Julien: Am not!!

Rita: (glares) Now don't any of you start now.

Back at Green River, the female mouse with cloak cried, hugging the picture of her family, sitting on her rocking chair. Just then, she noticed the males with items on themselves.

Brisby: Boys? Men? Where are you going?

Bowser: Punching Bump in the face for not including ME in the trip to get lost in the desert and punch a coyote! What's it look like?

Batula: Unfortunately, Bowser is right for once. We can't just sit here any longer and wait. We're taking the morning stage and we will NOT come back without any of them OR my and your children.

Brisby: Then I'm going with you.

Justin: No, it's much too dangerous, Mrs. Brisby.

Br'er Weasel: We ain't allowin' it.

Brisby: Listen, they are MY children too.

She looked back at the photo.

Brisby: I lost Jonathan to Dragon. I won't lose my children to the desert.

Bowser: Good, because I feel like hurting someone.

Wolfgar: Bowser!

Bowser: I ain't kidding!

Back in the desert, the villains chained up the remaining ones as Miss Calamity glared.

Miss Calamity: So this is how you keep your word, jerk?

Fat Cat: I must say, Miss Calamity, that I am amazed that you actually trusted me.

Miss Calamity: (annoyed) When am I going to learn to stop doing so?

Teresa: We didn't have a choice! It was either you or getting stuck at the pit with our log boat broken.

Toadie only held the toy with the baby trying to go to it.

Toadie: Oh Toadie's lil' itty baby furball tallies. Yum yum.

Babies: No, no!

Meps: (snatches it) Gimme! Over the fangs, pass the gums, look out tummy, here it comes.

In anger, Jack Jack and Sneezer snatched some rocks, glaring.

Lil' Sneezer: Bad kitty!

Meps yelped, screaming in pain while clenching his foot.

Griff: (rubs his foot) Oh shut up, Meps and stop playing with your eventual food.

Meps: Owwwwww!

Teresa: So does anyone even know what's the plan is? In case some of us forget?

Before anyone could speak, Fat Cat heard a noise, looking at a carriage heading to their direction. As he spoke, looking at the vilains holding the good guys hostage, the trio peeked, glaring.

Fat Cat: Well, minions, it seems our ride back to Green River is nearly here. I do hate to eat and run, but I suppose it's preferable to not eating at all.

Then, the ropes were sliced off by Mason's knife before the group freed themselves, glaring at the cat.

Mason: Okay, Lard Butt!

Fat Cat: (winces) LARD BUTT?!

He yelped, noticing the others freed with Mason holding the knife and Timothy the slingshot.

Timothy: You had your fun.

Mort: (confused) You mean it was a game?

Cyrus: Quiet. Don't jinx it.

Mort: Guess not.

Fat Cat: (chuckles) Well, well. Obviously the reports of your death were um, greatly exagerrated, you three.

The slingshot aimed at the fat cat.

Maximus: This is your last chance, Fat Cat. Let the infants go and give us back the boomerang!

Fat Cat: (glares) WHAT boomerang?! You keep saying I have something I don't!

Mr. Bump: But you do! It's in your coat pocket.

Fat Cat: (confused) Coat pocket?!

Mason: Right, throw us the boomerang!

Cyrus: And we'll throw you the whip!

Finally, the Siamese cat slapped his forehead.

Maximus: For crying out loud! Check your pocket, Lard Butt!

Fat Cat: If I had my gun, I'd shoot you.

He patted his pockets before taking out the boomerang.

Fat Cat: Wait, I got this in my pocket the whole time?! Why didn't anyone told me that I got a boomerang in my pocket?!

Some of the good guys: (anger mark) WE DID!

Fat Cat: Hopper, you are supposed to make sure to tell me if I got anything in my pocket!

Hopper: Hey come on! I was too busy cheating for ya!

Fat Cat: And you morons didn't tell me ANYTHING about it in my pocket!

Waddles: You never asked.

He face faulted before glaring.

Fat Cat: I'll deal with you later. (to the good guys) So, the infamous throwing stick. You won't be needing that where YOU'RE all going.

He tossed it, making it fly around before hitting the rocks, causing rattlesnakes to come out, hissing.

Fat Cat: Lucifer, you may start ingesting the sneezing rodent. He's probably big enough for your big mouth.

The cat glared before chuckling toward Sneezer.

Meps: Uh what's he said?

Lucifer: Huh?

Fat Cat: I said eat the baby!!

Miss Calamity: AHHHH! How awful! (glares) That's a new low for you!

Fat Cat: Hey, I'm the bad guy. What do you expect?

Just then, the boomerang came back, hitting the cat. Jack Jack picked it up, showing it.

Jack-Jack: Lookie!

Sneezer: Timmy! Boom Boom!

Timothy: (takes it) Yes!

Streaky: Yeah! Hoorah! Hoorah!

Lucifer tumbled toward the minions, knocking them down ala bowling pin style before the minions fell to the ground. Just then, the group gasped, noticing the purple rattlesnakes of a sort coming out of the hole.

Krypto: (notices) Uh guys?

Martin: Oh holy crap!

Mr. Bump: (notices) AHHH! There's a snake with you!

Dr. Viper: Worssse...Ekans.

Mason: Well, looks like we found Baby Sneezer a new pet.

Cyrus: Eh? Why?

Mason: It's a 'rattlesnake'.

Griff: (yelps) Ekans! Ekans everywhere!!

Artie: Snake attack!

They quickly hid behind Fat Cat with Toadie under Fat Cat's coat. Everyone backed away a bit.

Cyrus: Okay, everybody. Back away. Nice and easy-like.

Mr. Bump: Where's that boxing glove or Mac at? We need an Ekans Boxer!

Bowser Jr.: How should I know?! I didn't bring either here after the video game merge!

Past Ones: Video what?

Cynthia: Oh no! Where are Jack-Jack, Mort, and Sneezer?

They looked at the other direction, noticing the three taking the toy from before off the ground.

Mort: Foxie!!

Martin: There they are.

He darted off with the others backing to the edge of the mountain. As the mouse boy came to the infants and Mort smiling at the toy, he gasped, noticing a path in the cavern.

Martin: (points) Quick, everybody! The kids have found a way out!

Quickly, they darted off, darting away from the Ekans before reaching the other side, noticing a carriage going to a direction.

Leia: Darn!

Luke: Missed it!

Jack-Jack: (waves) Bye-bye.

They gasped as the Ekans neared them.

Random Ekans: Ekans!!

Griff gasped, noticing one on top of Black Mamba's head.

Griff: AGH! There's an Ekans on your head!

Black Mamba, however, noticed one climbing to the puffin's head.

Black Mamba: Yipesss! There'sss an Ekansss on your head too!!

Artie yelps as he felt something wiggling aroudn himself.

Arie: (sweatdrop) I don't think you want to know where this Ekans IS!

Cowards: AHHH! EKANS EVERYWHERE!!

Bowser Jr.: Yeah.

He used the rope from earlier, using it like a whip.

Bowser Jr.: Tell me about it.

Mr. Bump: hums the theme song from Indiana Jones.

Timothy: If I only had my lasso.

Bowser Jr.: Yeah, this rope's crappy!

Hopper: (snaps) We didn't have time for provisions, okay!?

At that moment, Maximus looked at the cactus the carriage was heading to.

Maximus: Wait, there's still a chance! One of you start spinning a web or more rope or something and keep spinning!

He looked at the boomerang Timothy held.

Maximus: If my calculations are correct, we will be heading back and AWAY from the Ekans.

Bowser Jr.: Ah, a Pokeball would've done better.

Maximus: They aren't made yet so we will have to improvise.

Wart: Your friend talks weird, Smithy.

Mort: But he's NOT Smithy. He's Maximus.

Some rope was taken out before Maximus tied it to the boomerang.

Maximus: Now Timothy, remember how I demonstrated earlier? Do what I did earlier!

Timothy: (sighs) Please, don't fail us now.

The boomerang was tossed, though missed the carriage, heading to the cactus.

Mason: Oh crap!!

The ones holding the tied up ropes spun around a bit before the boomerang on rope caught the cactus.

Timothy: (smiles) YES!

The rope was tied to the other side.

Streaky: (realizes) Oh I get it: it's a slide.

Runt: Oh boy, I love slides. Definitely love slides.

Mr. Bump: (grins) I love the slides on Super Mario 64!

He hummed the slide theme (Mario 64) while Maximus pondered a bit.

Maximus: Now we need something to keep us steady.

Fat Cat: Wait, what are you-?

The dogs grabbed the fat cat's coat, using it like a rail before everyone else hopped on, sliding downward together.

All: WHOA!!

They slid downward before most crashed downward on the top of the stagecoach. As that happened, Maximus snatched the boomerang.

Some: Ya-hooo!!

Miss Calamity: (grins) You did it!!

Bowser Jr.: (anger mark) And if anyone does the dancing and singing number that Swiper's pal Dora does, I'm throwing them off a cliff!

Most of them cheered happily with Mr. Bump unintentionally hugging the Bad News Birds and Chris unknowingly hopping with Helen as they held Fat Cat's jumping paws. After a moment, they realized before quickly removing themselves.

Griff: Hey, don't get cocky, ya blokes!

Mr. Bump: I'm not.

Helen: Well keep your paws and wings to yourselves, okay?

Bowser Jr.: Right! We don't want anyone touching ourselves!

The others look at him oddly.

Bowser Jr.: (pause) Wait, that came out wrong.

A bit later, the morning carriage arrived with Mrs. Brisby's group looking. The group waited whlie a few people got out.

Voices: Mama/Guys!

The group gasped, grinning in delight before noticing their loved ones and friends darting up to their family happily.

Brisby: (happily) Oh my children and our friends!

IM: And our relatives too.

Brisby: Oh, you are safe.

However, before any of them could come together, the familiar foes snatched the group.

All: Gah!

IM: (glares) Fat Cat, I should have known YOU'D be here.

IR: Wait, who he again?

He face faulted.

IM: Nevermind, IR.

Fat Cat: Back off or I swear I will hurt them!

The officer frowned.

Fat Cat: (to the others) A bit premature, I'm afraid.

A few of them gasped.

Fat Cat: Mice...can't live with them, can't have lunch without them.

The villains laughed cruelly.

Fat Cat: Right, time to shrink you and transform you to-

Katz's Voice: Oh speaking of lunch, Lard Butt...as they call you...

The gray tabby's group yelped, releasing the good guys as they saw Katz's group with Mirage cracking her knuckles.

Katz: How about a knuckle sandwich? Or have you terribly forgotten about me and my comrades?

Mirage: Say you forgot. I'll make you remember!

Fat Cat: Oh ****!

The villains were grabbed by the clones' group.

Krypto: Quick, run for it!!

IR: Uh shouldn't we stop violence here?

IM: I'd say no, but since he was wronged by the gray cat himself, I think we'll let Katz deal with it this time. After all, he NEEDS the discipline.

As they departed, the minions were snatched while Fat Cat was placed in a bucket, twirled with empty ones.

Fat Cat: AGH!

Katz: (slyly) Round and round we go.

He then took out a gavel.

Katz: It's easy as 1...

He hit the middle one roughly and violently.

Katz: 2...3!! Which one will it be, men? Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Dumb Ones: Uh...

Spike: (points to the left one) That one?

Whitey: (points to the right one) This one!

Spike: (pointing) This one!

Whitey: (points) That one!

Finally, the annoyed Mirage snatched the bucket, flopping the scrunched up cat out before he wobbled like an accordion. A bit later, Roddy arrived to the familiar home as he spoke.

Roddy: There you are, guys. Did you learn how to throw my boomerang yet?

Julien: (grins) Are you kidding?! Maximus taught us!

He snatched it quickly.

Julien: Watch this!

However, Maximus and the others yelped, quickly slamming Julien down while Timothy took the boomerang.

Maximus: No! Not again!

Julien: Ooooh. On second thought, nevermind.

Bowser Jr.: More like BoomerSTANK!

Timothy finally gave the boomerang back to Roddy.

Timothy: Here, Roddy.

Roddy: Oh thanks...I guess.

Finally, he departed with some of them chuckling, departing while Julien and Maximus remained.

Julien: You know, Maximus. We ALL could have avoided this catastrophe if you JUST let me try the boomerang for once in the first place!

Maximus: (flatly) Shut up!

(ED: Toori Ame by wiz-us)