Nicodemous: (Lights candle) "Jonathan Brisby was injured 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 is a dear friend. His wife knows nothing of us or the plan. Perhaps I do nothing at present... for watch." (Puts the stone in a small box and closes it quietly) "Good Luck.. my friend.

(The movie starts with the title "The secret of NIMH" and the camera starts showing a place called the "Fitzgibbon farm" living in the middle of a grassland with only one rose bush in front of the house. the camera starts zooming in on a abandoned threshing machine then suddenly makes an EXPLOSION that shakes the machine with smoke beginning to rise from it's seams. Later... A female voice starts speaking inside the machine who is actually Mrs. Sarah Brisby, Mother of four chidlren, Teresa, Cynthia, Martin, And Timothy, and wife of Jonathan Brisby Himself. Mrs. Brisby decided to go see Mr. Ages to get a special medicine that will cure her son Timothy who is very sick. But what she doesn't know is that Timothy also has pneumonia.)

Mrs. Brisby: "Mr. Ages? Mr. Ages, Is anybody home?"

Mr. Ages: (In the distance echoing) "Go away!"

Mrs. Brisby: "Mr. Ages!"

Mr. Ages: "What is it!?

Mrs. Brisby: "Mr. Ages, may I please speak with you?"

Mr. Ages: "What!?"

Mrs. Brisby: "I Said, may I please speak- (Mr. Ages pop up from behind her coughing and Mrs. Brisby gasps) -with you. Oh thank goodness. I am so glad your home."

Mr. Ages: "Confounded machine! You'll never know when this thing will up and blow!"

Mrs. Brisby: "Yes. I don't suppose you remember me."

Mr. Ages: "Yes. You're Mrs. Brisby. And I'm so sorry about your husband's injury. Now if you'll excuse me.'

Mrs. Brisby: "Mr. Ages!"

Mr. Ages: " Great Jupiter,woman, what do you want!?

Mrs. Brisby: "Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors, but this is an emergency! Please!

(A second explosion occurs. Mr. Ages slides down falls through the hole on a basket and Mrs. Brisby races towards him.

Mr. Ages: "Ma...(coughs) Madam, that is an emergency.

Mrs. Brisby: "Oh Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is very sick! And my husband Jonathan is in very bad condition as well!

Mr. Ages: "Timmy? The one with the spider bite? Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root and...

Mrs. Brisby: "No! (Grabs his shirt and shakes him) No, He's sick with a fever!

Mr. Ages: (Grudgingly) "Well... I suppose I could fix up something...

Mrs. Brisby: "Oh thank you!"

Mr. Ages: "Follow me, but don't touch anything! Understand?

(Mrs. Brisby nods and slides into bucket with Mr. Ages)

Mrs. Brisby: " I do appreciate it..."

Mr. Ages: " Just how high is his fever?"

Mrs. Brisby: " He's burning hot to the touch."

Mr. Ages: "Hmmmmmm, yes."

Mrs. Brisby: " He's soaking wet with perspiration."

Mr. Ages: "..yes?

Mrs. Brisby: "...and there's a raspy sound when he breathes."

Mr. Ages: "A raspy sound you say? Well!"

(The bucket reaches the bottom and they climb out)

Mr. Ages: " Does he have a chill?"

Mrs. Brisby: " Yes, he does."

Mr. Ages: "Have you and your husband wrapped him in a blanket?"

Mrs. Brisby: "Yes."

Mr. Ages: "Now step inside, but keep your hands to yourself! I'm right in the middle of...something very important."

Mrs. Brisby: "I Understand."

Mr. Ages: "Oh, do you?"

(Looks at all over his lab as bit of a wreck)

Mr. Ages: "Look at this mess...Oh,shoo,shoo,go on! (Tosses ladybug off the table like a cat)

Mr. Ages: (Clears throat) "Your son has pneumonia."

Mrs. Brisby: "Pneumonia?"

Mr. Ages: (Begins mixing powders and herbs in a bowl) "It's not uncommon, but you can die from it."

Mrs. Brisby: "Oh please dear God, no."

Mr. Ages: "Your son must stay in bed. Bundle him up."

Mrs. Brisby: "Yes."

Mr. Ages: "Not to go outside."

Mrs. Brisby: "But how long must..."

Mr. Ages: "Three weeks. He cannot be moved for at least three weeks."

Mrs. Brisby: "But Moving Day is nearly here!"

Mr. Ages: "You asked my advice, and I gave it to you!"

Mrs. Brisby: "I'm sorry."

Mr. Ages: "He must stay in bed. Now mix this...this powder in a broth and make him drink it. It will break down the fever." (Pours the contents into a envelope and hands it to her)

Mrs. Brisby: "Oh, bless you sir!"

Mr. Ages: "And bless yourself, you'll need it. and here is something for your husband. (Hands another envelope) It will help your husband's wounds heal faster. Now, you must excuse me...You know the way out."

Mrs. Brisby: "Oh, of course."

(Ages leads her to the door and hustles her through it)

Mrs. Brisby: "Thank you once again..."

Mr. Ages: "Shoo,shoo,shoo. Go on now. Go on."

Mrs. Brisby: "Thank you so..."

(Door slams shut on her face)

Mrs. Brisby: "...much. Goodbye."