AFT: Martin's Gift 2

(Act 2)

The train continued heading toward its destination as the whistle was heard.

Julien: (shoves them) Yes, take them! They came up with it! I'm just a king mayor of New York and I am out of here!

However, he yelped as he was also grabbed, most being tossed to the mail bag.

Pete: (glares) You peoples are in big trouble, ya mangy cat manglers!

Krypto: Uh us?

Pete: Me own pappy said to me, "Pete, never let no (growls) any mangy mutt smellin' of trash sully your train."

Runt: Uh I'm not a garbage eater. Yuck!

Julien: Hey, what about lemurs?

Pete: Ma also told me (mock high voice) "Pete, whatever you do, no lemurs. They're filthy!" (glares/normal voice) Guess that leaves you out!

Courage: Ooooooh!!

Shirly: Not good.

Mason's Voice: (from behind Pete) Hey!

Pete turned, noticing the felines, weasels, and familiar faces glancing.

Timothy: Uh they're not even dogs or lemurs.

Cyrus: One of them anyway.

Black Mamba: They're um...felinesss like you. And that jerk? Well uh he'sss a raccoon like Scalawag here.

Julien: How dare you say that! I oughta-

Maurice: Shhh! Shut up!

Mort: Which one's the jerk?

Most: (randomly) Yeah. Sure. It's obvious. Not dogs or lemurs!

Mr. Bump: Yeah, even though Julien IS a jerk.

Pete: Hmmm...(looks at them) They sure don't look like no felines OR raccoons.

Mort: How would you know? People mistake lemurs for raccoons ALL the time and-

Julien: SHHH!! You're going to ruin everything, Mort!

Maximus: (sweatdrops) That's because well...they've been a bit sick recently.

Cyrus: It's true. They got uh...wolfitis and lemurmitis. And possibly, they may also end up taking Mineitis as well.

Pete: What-itis?

Runt: (coughs) Oh sure. Definitely got a bad case of wolfitis. Definitely. (hops down) Terrible. Just definitely terrible.

He noticed some food on his arm, trying to lick it off.

Igor: 'Sides, whoever heard of dogs (goes to Runt) havin' felines for friends?

Streaky: Yeah, definitely best of pals.

Pete: How do I know you're not trying to pull a fast one like that fox or bear in the train when I caught them without tickets and forced them to work for engineers and conductors like me?

Most: Uh...

Pete: Nevermind. Let's hear you so-called felines...MEEEOOOOW!!

Runt prepared to attack before Krypto dragged him back, muffling his muzzle.

Krypto: Shh! (quietly) Runt, you're gonna get us in trouble!

Wolfgar: (sweatdrops) Um...uh...reow?

Pete: Hmmm, well that DOES sound like a sick feline to me.

Some: Phew.

Pete: Yeah, sorry for the misunderstanding, Bootsy.

Krypto: Uh yeah. Reow wow. Yeah, that's me, Bootsy. As sick as a cat.

He noticed Runt near the train cord as he yelped.

Pete: Now don't be pulling on that breakline, friend, or this here train will stop so fast, we'll be picking splinters out of our backsides! (shows his hand) Let me give you a hand.

Runt: Oh thanks, Petie.

Pete: (glances) Yes...all we do now is...MEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW!!

Runt heard the meow, growling as he jumped down, barking rapidly before stopping, realizing as he snatched the dog.

Pete: Hey! What do you think you take me for, fools? I know dogs and lemurs when I see one.

Bowser Jr.: (dryly) Nice going, Runt.

Runt: What? I heard a cat!

Rita: Idiot.

She slammed Pete's hat down, covering his eyes.

Rita: RUN FOR IT, GUYS!!

Juilen: Running's good!

They darted off with Pete struggling with his hat.

Pete: WHY YOU LITTLE!

Quickly, the familiar faces darted out of the caboose, going through the supply area, none of them noticing Mrs. Brisby and Jake with the latter two noticing none of them. Pete finally came out, free of his hat, glaring as he darted through the area.

Pete: COME BACK HERE!! You don't even got tickets for this ride!

Runt screamed while Pete chased after the dog. As that happened, while the others were safe, the future ones watched as Bowser glared.

Bowser: Come on, I can take that dope with my hands tied.

Chris: And get the timeline compromised?

Bowser: Hey, I'm only giving him a super wedgie, not burn him so OUR Pete doesn't exist. Yeesh.

Miss Calamity: That and we don't want to attract too much attention.

Pete: So any last words, you flea bitten mutt?

Timothy, meanwhile, looked worried.

Timothy: What do we do?

Then, the brothers noticed some glue nearby.

Runt: Just one. HEEEEEEELP!!

Runt continued screaming while the past ones nodded, quickly pouring glue to the floor. Just then, when Pete came, he yelped, being stuck on the glue, struggling in anger, starting to become sticky.

Pete: Well I'll be a cat god's uncle!

Runt stopped, noticing before chuckling at the glaring Pete with the others arriving.

Pete: GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I'll put you in community service like I did those two swindlers when I get out of here!

Mr. Bump: Yeah right. And John and Giddy don't work for you.

Pete: (annoyed) I was talking about Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear in dish washing duty, idiot.

Miss Calamity: (looking pale) WHAT!? Those two...they're actually here?!

Mr. Bump: (pause) Didn't those two cause the hiccups?

All: (glares) Yes.

Bowser Jr.: Okay, let's get the hell out of here!

Julien: He's right. Run for it like pansies!

Pete growled, trying to get himself unstuck as the others departed. As that happened, the familiar mouse glanced at Jake lying on the box, none of them noticing their friends passing by.

Brisby: Oh geez. Doesn't that noisy Pete...(yawns) have something better to do?

Jake: (frowns) Too right. (yawns) I wish...I wish he scamper off and find some stowaways to chase.

Brisby: I'm glad my son and my friends are smart enough not to stowaway.

At the kitchen car of the train, the group sighed as Maximus spoke.

Dr. Viper: Too clossse.

Maximus: Okay, now let's go over this: We get off the train, head to find the wood we need to fix the broken viola, actually FIND tickets to consider legally riding the train, get home in one piece, avoid Pete at all cost, get home to fix the wood, and give it back to Timmy and Martin's mother like none of it ever happened.

Miss Calamity: And if those two con men ARE here, we'd best avoid running into either of them. Because I HATE bears, but that's not the point.

Mason: Lady, face it, you gotta get over that fear sooner or later.

Cyrus: Yeah. After all, I used to be afraid of the dark. But now...(realizes) Gah! Wait! I'm still afraid of the dark!!

The group groaned a bit.

Helen: Anyhow, we better make sure we stay out of sight from anyone.

All: Right.

Finally, everyone else darted away, hiding in various areas of the kitchen with only Mort left. He yelped, looking around before noticing a lamp hood, placing it on and acting like a lamp.

Mort: I'm a lamp....I'm a lamp...

A bit later, at the Lonesome Pine, the train finally arrived as it whistled, stopped, and let out some steam. Afterward, the group darted away from the train.

Streaky: (sighs) Boy oh boy. Safe at last.

Courage: (nods) Uh huh.

Shirly: At least it's not Fat Cat or the Cat God clones we're dealing with this time.

Pete's Voice: The only good dog...

They yelped, turning as they saw the anger Petewith some leftover glue stuffs on his shoe, marching toward them.

Pete: Is a dead dog!!

Krypto: Augh. It's bad enough WE'RE mocked by cat gods. We don't need it from you too.

Bowser: What are you gonna do about it? We're off the train AND you don't got any backup.

Pete: Well I got tricks up me sleeve, kids and Koopas.

They glared at him.

Bowser Jr.: Yeah, you and what army?

Pete showed a whistle, blowing it before some men arrived, each glaring.

Batula: You and your big mouth!

Umana: Oh crap!

Maximus: Time to make animal and people tracks!

Igor: Igor with cat!

Scalawag: RUN!!

Quickly, they darted through the chopped trees area. With Mrs. Brisby, she with Jake and two familiar figures walked down the area with the bear holding a lunch box.

Jake: That bloomin' cougar's gonna wear down his throttle box at this rate.

Br'er Bear: He's a cougar?!

Jake: Figure of speech.

Brisby: Still, I didn't expect you two to appear anytime soon, ESPECIALLY after that fiasco with all of us getting hiccups.

Br'er Bear: (confused) All of us got hiccups?!

Br'er Fox: Again, figure o' speech. An' we done got our tickets swindled which is why we was in dish duty.

Jake: Well, serves ya right for actually trying to con us out of our money. Which reminds me...what DID happen to that loot?

Brisby: Since no one in town ever had their bills after the hiccup candy, the money was donated to the upcoming clock tower that Mayor Manx was planning to build.

Jake: Miss Calamity said it was for a good cause.

Br'er Fox: (sweatdrops) 'Dat figures.

Br'er Bear: Y'all is lucky we is in lunch break.

Later, at the saw mill, logs that were cut splashed downward while inside, the four looked at a worker smirking while paid the amount for the small pile of wood.

Worker: (grins) Ja, your order is complete there, but uh, not much of a house you will build with so little wood there.

Brisby: It's more than enough for what I want to build. A treehouse for my children.

Worker: Ah, that son is one lucky boy, ja?

Jake: True you are, mate. Now come on, Brisby. We better nip that slot down to the train before she strands us at the sighting.

Br'er Fox: Least we got on out o' 'de train fo' a while.

Jake: So you're not allowed to leave?

Br'er Bear: Nope. Not 'til we has paid 'de dept...an' Pete's fist hurt worse 'dan Pinky's whips on our own backside.

Brisby: Pinky hurt you? Why would your uncle do that?

Br'er Fox: He ain't me real uncle. Just a guardian. Me real family's dead!

Jake: (shocked) Whoa...

Br'er Bear: It doesn't help 'dat Pete has 'ta deal wit' stowaways 'dat kept gitting away fro' him.

Brisby: I am so glad my son and his friends stayed home.

They began departing as the fox spoke.

Br'er Fox: Hope if Ah done ever have kids, they's gonna be raise-ed right.

As soon as they were gone, Timothy's group arrived as Martin spoke.

Martin: Excuse us, sir. We're gonna need some hardwood from an El Diablo Spruce.

Timothy: What? But we don't have any money. All of it was spent at the clocktower donation.

Foulfellow: This is all your fault, Miss Calamity and Helen. We'd still have SOMETHING if it weren't for you two donating it all away.

Helen: It was bad money!

Miss Calamity: AND swindling!

Bowser: (snaps) Thanks alot, Calamity! One of the rare times we actually NEEDED cash and it's all at the stupid clocktower donation.

Mason: Relax, we can think of something.

Cyrus: And fast. We got a couple of goons on our tails!

Worker: Hmmm...no money doesn't mean no work, if you know where to look, ja?

Miss Calamity: So we HAVE to cut down a poor defenseless tree. Oh dear. (gulps) It's another step close to no more air in the Earth.

Bowser Jr.: (points) HIPPIE!!

Foulfellow: (shocked) Oh no! You're not actually suggesting-

Worker: Ja, ya gotta work.

Foulfellow: (panics) AAHHHHHHH!!

Helen: (sweatdrops) Grow up, John.

Foulfellow: But I haven't worked in decades!

Helen: Exactly!

Chris: She's right, though. Do you WANT Mrs. Brisby to know that the violin was broken under YOUR responsibility too and get yourself kicked out of the house?

Foulfellow: (growls) Unnngh! I hate it when you make a point. Fine! Giddy and I will...(shudders) work!

Later, out in the woods, as a few workers went out into the woods, the carriage with horse arrived before the lumberjacks with axes departed from the carriage.

Worker: Now don't-en forget what I tell you, boys and girls and don't-en forget to be careful.

All: Yes, sir, Mr. Oaken.

Martin: Yes, thanks.

Umana: Well, we better get started.

Mason, meanwhile, struggled with the axe.

Mason: Yeah, tell me about it. Who knew chopping wood was gonna be this tough?

Umana: Well at least SOME of us work hard.

She took the axe as she, to the others' shock, noticed her walking with it without any problems.

Mason: Wow, Bat Squirrel's wife is strong.

Cyrus: Working hard or hardly working?

Julien: Dang, Bats, how strong IS she? Maybe I should've fallen for HER!!

Most: (snaps) NO!

Batula: (looks back) You can come out now, Runt. The workers are all gone.

Rita: Yeah, Pete's not here so let's get started.

Runt peeked out with him wearing lumberjack gear.

Runt: Ta-da! It's Runt, the Lumberjack Dog. (barking) Ruff ruff! Lemme at that El Diablo Spruce. (shows the saw) I'll chop it into toothpicks, I'll chop it into chopsticks, (wobbles it) I'll hack it into-ha-ha-ha-ha. Uh wait, wait a second. Rita? Guys? What DOES an El Diablo Spruce look like anyhow?

Cyrus: Yeah, what IS a spruce?

Bowser: It's one of those Christmas Trees with pine cones, you half-wit!

Cyrus: Ooooooh. (pause) What's a half-wit?

Martin: Don't worry about it. Oaken told us where to find the best one in the whole forest.

Later, at a big tree, the group looked at the huge tree with Courage shivering.

Courage: So w-w-we have to climb to the t-t-top?

Shirly: Of course, Courage. The nice tall big guy DID say that it's where you get the best hard wood.

Courage: Oooooohhh!!

He started fainting before Maurice yanked him up.

Maurice: Don't do that!

Timothy: We must hurry before the train back home leaves without us.

Mason: And it does, it's going to be a long walk back home.

Cyrus: And a looooooonger explanation as to where we ran off to.

Martin: And don't worry about it. If we're careful, we won't fall.

Mort: It's not the fall. Oh the fall doesn't bother me, Martin. Heh, it's the sudden stop at the bottom. THAT bothers me.

Cyrus: Like they say, if it's the fall that doesn't kill ya, the landing would!

Later, at the top, the familiar figures were sawing the top of the wood before they sighed a bit. Just then, they heard sawing below.

Mason: Uh guys? That sawing noise. It's just an echo, right?

They yelped as the tree wobbled a bit.

Batula: Crap. That's no echo!

Streaky: (panics) You're right! THAT'S trouble!

He pointed to below as the sawers below, not noticing the ones above, were sawing the tree.

Wolfgar: BIG TROUBLE!!

Mr. Bump: Worse! They don't know we're UP HERE!!!

Cyrus: Aw dammit.

Finally, the tree fell downward as the one ones on the tree screamed.

(End of Act 2)