Opening/Wizardmon's Eulogy for Sora and Kairi Receives Honker's Medicine From Rabbit

The Secret of NIMH Parodies Studios presents...

(We open to a long taper lighting a candle. Then we see two gloved hands dipping a pen into a pot of ink and beginning to write in a book)

Male voice: (Voice-over) Sora Muddlefoot 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. Sora was a dear friend. I’m 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.

(With a flourish, the male figure signed his name, “Wizardmon.” Later on, the gloved hands cradle an amulet. It is a round red stone set in a gold base on a long thin gold chain like a necklace or pendant. We see Wizardmon’s face dimly reflected in the stone)

Wizardmon: Sora, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She'll be waiting, and you will not return.

(He then placed the amulet into an ornate box and closed the lid)

Wizardmon: Farewell.... My friend.

(Then we fade to black)

The Secret of NIMH (Kairi Version)

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 going to up and blow! yes I don't suppose you would remember me.. Yes, you're Mrs. Brisby. And I am 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! Madam, that is an emergency. Oh Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick! Timmy? The one with the spider bite? Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root and... No! No, he's sick with a fever! Well... I suppose I could fix up something... Oh thank you! Follow me, but don't touch anything! Understand? I do appreciate it... Just how high is his fever? He's burning hot to the touch. Hmmmmmm, yes. He's soaking wet with perspiration... ...yes? ...and there's a raspy sound when he breathes. A raspy sound you say? Well.. 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. Oh, 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. Oh 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... this powder in a broth and make him drink it. It'll bring down the fever. Oh, bless you sir! And bless yourself, you'll need it. Now, you must excuse me... You know the way out. Oh, of course. Thank you once again... Shoo shoo shoo. Go on now. Go on. Thank you so... ...much. Goodbye.