With Reyelene's permission, I decided to use some of her characters in this story. I know, I should've used one, but I couldn't picture this story without Paul in it. The Von Freirherr Brothers, Hans and Rolfe, and their young friend, Paul Triste belong to Reyelene. Fidget is copyright to Disney.

Fidget sat up in his bed, excited for his next day with his beloved Deniece, whom he often called "Niecy". Suddenly, somebody was knocking on his bedroom door. Who could that be? he wondered. Instead, he said, "Come in."

"Good evening, Mr. Fidget," Hans greeted.

"Hey," Fidget answered, "What do you have going on here?"

"No reason, Mr. Fidget," Rolfe replied, "But we brought you a friend. He can spend the night with you."

"Hello, Mr. Fidget," said Paul Triste, the little boy mouse.

"Hi, Paul," Fidget said with a smile, "How ya doin'?"

"I'm doing great. You?"

"Me? I'm doing good, too. I'm just tired." Fidget yawned.

"Well, you must settle in for the night, then, eh?" Hans said.

Fidget lied down on his stomach, yawning once more and rubbed his sore back for he had lied his back against his bed.

Hans turned his head towards Paul. "Paul, I think he wants you to rub his back."

Fidget nodded slightly.

Paul Triste rubbed Fidget's back until in the next few seconds, the bat was fast asleep as the mouse tucked him in.

Paul and the Von Freirherr Brothers saw Fidget sleeping in his bed, making himself comfortable and they listened to him snoring. "I wouldn't be surprised if his snoring woke me up," Rolfe complained. He must've been implying that the bat's snores may be a little loud for him.

"It's not that loud, really," Paul said.

"It's not?" Hans asked, "Well, let's find out, shall we?" He tilted his head downward just to see if Paul was right. "Yep, you're right, Paul. It's not loud."

"I misunderstood," Rolfe apologized.

They even listened to Fidget giggle in his sleep and they wondered why he was laughing.

"I guess he's having a funny dream," Paul assumed, "I wonder what it is?"

Fidget moved in bed for a comfortable position with Paul giggling. "That's cute."

"That creature or shall we say bat seems very comfortable when he sleeps," Rolfe mused as he, his other brother, and Paul watched the bat sleep tightly in his bed.

Without warning, Fidget pulled up the covers as if he was waiting for them to sleep next to him, but that was one of his instincts while he slept, although this caused the Von Freirherr Brothers to crawl underneath the covers. Fidget pulled down the covers that the two mice were now under and he farted in them.

"Blasphemy! This bat reeks!" Rolfe grumbled as he and Hans released themselves from Fidget's bed. "He needs a whoopin'!" he fumed as he caught his breath.

"Rolfe, he didn't mean it," Paul said, "It was an accident. He had to toot."

"Paul's right, Rolfe," Hans said confidently, "Don't jump to conclusions. Things like this happen instinctively. So is one little toot going to kill you?" Then, he crossed his arms, confident that he won the argument with Paul's help. "Oh, we do have some cologne." This put Rolfe in a much better mood. So, he and Hans sprayed cologne underneath Fidget's bed.

When they were done, Paul rubbed and patted Fidget's back. "Goodnight, Mr. Fidget. Sweet dreams." He climbed into bed with him.

"Goodnight, Mr. Fidget and Paul," the Von Freirherr Brothers whispered as they exited Fidget's bedroom and closed the door behind them, letting Fidget and Paul sleep for the rest of the night.

The End

Author's note: Well, this, Fidget lovers, including GMD fans is a little different. Hope you enjoyed.