Neil B. Beck

7-24-01

Save the Day

A bad storm was brewing as the 747 jet made its way through the sky. Just 20 miles from its approach to Mouseville International Airport. "Come on baby, we're almost there", said the 747's co-pilot. "We'll be fine; we should touch down before this storm decides to start the fireworks", the pilot responded. "Besides, we have a can't lose piece of equipment on board." "What's that?", asked the puzzled co-pilot. "Me", responded the pilot, "I'm wearing my lucky socks." "Oh, I feel so much better", remarked the co-pilot in a sarcastic way.

Suddenly the storm decided that it was time for the fireworks to begin. Loud rumbles of thunder and streaks of lightning filled the air. "Looks like we're caught in this and it's a bad one", said the pilot. "Can we pull up over the storm?", asked the co-pilot. "No, we have to be at this altitude for our approach to M.I.. Besides, we are a bit low on fuel and I don't think that we can just circle the airport. We have to land this bird now", responded the pilot.

This storm was picking up, but the plane stayed on its coarse. Just then the worst happened; a bolt of lightning hit the plane, knocking out the electricity. Then more lightning hit the plane's right wing knocking out both its engines. With only 2 engines and no electricity, the plane started in a deadly tailspin. "Right #1 and 2 engines are out and the electricity is also out. WHAT DO WE DO??", yelled the co-pilot. "Prey", answered the pilot.

The passengers in the 747 were screaming with absolute terror. The plane was not only spinning out of control, but was also shaking violently. It looked as if all hope was lost. "It's been a pleasure working with you sir", told the co-pilot to the pilot. "You too kid", responded the pilot. They both closed their eyes, as it seemed that the end was certain. All of a sudden there was a loud THUD coming from the bottom of the plane. The plane also started to slow down and come out of its spiral. Amazingly it also started to gain altitude, however both its right engines were still out. "What the heck happened??", asked a confused co-pilot. "I don't know, I didn't do anything", the pilot responded. "Than who did??", asked an even more confused co-pilot.

The plane landed safely on one of M.I.'s runways. After the passengers were lead off the plane safely one of the crew workers noticed something on the plane's underbelly. Two handprints were indented on it.

(We now start the opening credits, flying threw Mouseville at night)

One month later

It was a nice fall afternoon in Mouseville. The air was crisp, people were busy and the sounds of the city filled the air. In the heart of Mouseville was "Cheddar Hall" (Mouseville's City Hall). A nice old building with statues of famous Mice around it. In front was one of Mighty Mouse, Mouseville's legendary super hero. However, unlike the statue, the real Mighty Mouse has not been seen in Mouseville in over ten years (anywhere else for that matter). Inside the hall were the courtrooms and offices that helped to run the city, including that of the mayor of Mouseville, Pearl Pureheart. Yes, that Pearl Pureheart. After her work at WPRL News, Pearl studied law, began politisioning and, due to her popularity in the city, ran and won the mayoral race a year ago.

Pearl was busy talking on the phone with Mouseville's police chief when Frank, a bearded, slightly overweight male mouse, ran in. Frank was one of Pearl's chief assistants. "Pearl……Pearl, I need to talk to you", said Frank in his scratchy voice. "Yes, just a moment chief", said Pearl talking on the phone, "What is it Frank, I'm kind of busy here." "I know, but I just got some bad news…..My mother is very ill and she has requested me to be with her", Frank responded. "Well, go and see her", Pearl responded. "It's not that simple", responded Frank, "She lives in Reno, apparently she's been on another binge…..I'm afraid I'll have to be away for a while." "I'm sorry to hear that Frank, but I need your help. This is going to be a tough month for the city", Pearl replied. "Yes I know", responded Frank, "But I know a guy who can help take my place while I'm gone." "Oh, I don't know Frank", Pearl responded moving towards a file cabinet, "No affence, but I've seen some of your friends and I don't think that they are qualified to do your work." "You haven't seen this one……Just trust me on this okay?", Frank responded helping Pearl pull some files out. "Okay Frank, but only if you do me a favor", Pearl responded. "Anything", responded Frank. "Take these files down to the distribution department and than can you please run to the cafeteria and get me a….." "Cup of Star Mouse coffee, extra cream, sure", responded Frank heading out the door with the files. "THANKS FRANK, AND I HOPE THAT YOUR MOTHER FEELS BETTER. SEND ME A POST CARD!!", yelled Pearl after him.

(Later that evening)

Power Mouse Gym was alive with the sounds of weights and aerobics music. Mice were working out and drinking bottled water everywhere. Along the walls were pictures of Muscle-bound mice and skinny, shapely female mice. Pictures of Mighty Mouse were also on the walls. Mighty Mouse helped build this gym a few years before he disappeared. He moved all the weights and exercise equipment in himself as one of the pictures showed.

In the free weight room big mice were lifter heavy weights and flexing in front of the mirrors along the back and side walls, particularly when the female mice walked by. One of the mice in this room was Mike Mouse (a.k.a. Mighty Mouse). He was wearing a red tank top and black shorts. He was built a bit more than the other mice, muscles bigger than some of their heads. He was bench pressing with out a spotter. It seemed that the other mice knew to give him some space. He was lifting about 380 pounds, not nearly the weight that he could lift by a long shot, but he knew that there was no need to give up who he really was. He even did a good acting job and grunted, as if to struggle to get the weight up, with each lift. Some female mice walked by and one of them remarked how strong and built he was and also joked if he was free after his workout. Mike just smiled back at them and, as not to disappoint them, rippled his chest muscles nearly, accidentally ripping his tank top in the process. The girls giggled and walked away whispering to each other.

A few minutes later Frank walked into the room. He looked kind of out of place there and he noticed some of the big mice pointing at him. "Yeah, I've got a solo-flex at home, it's sitting solo in the closet", Frank remarked. Frank noticed Mike and headed over towards him. "Mike….Mike, it's Frank", he said now over him. "Hi Frank, I'm kind of busy right now", responded Mike, still lifting. "So I see, listen you can be alone with your weights later, I got to talk to you", Frank responded. "Yeah, you're right Frank, I have been lifting for a while, time to hit the treadmill", responded Mike as he got up from the bench.

Mike started to do a light jog on one of the treadmills, but Frank was persistent and got on the one next to Mike. "Listen Mike, I need a big favor from you", Frank said starting to puff, "My mother is real sick and wants me to see her…..How do people stay on these things?" "Gravity", Mike responded, "So what is this big favor?" "I need you to take over my job until I get back from Reno", Frank responded still breathing heavy. "You mean at Cheddar Hall? Sorry, not interested.", responded Mike, now heading off the treadmill. Mike headed towards a rack of free weights and started to do some curls. Frank nearly slipped off of his treadmill and staggered over to Mike. "Mike, you gotta help me out…..I already told my boss that you'd fill in for me", responded Frank trying to lift some smaller weights. "Did you give your boss my name?", asked Mike. "No", responded Frank. "Good, so your boss doesn't know who I am?", says Mike putting down the free weights. "No", responds Frank.

Mike starts to do some sit-ups on an angled bench. "So, this boss of yours, how many heads does he have?", jokes Mike, "Does he spit fire? Is his name Egor or Vlad??" Mike starts to laugh. "Oh, your funny", responds Frank, "My boss is a she, not a he, and she is the mayor. Her name is Pearl, Pearl Pureheart. Now can you please help me? And stop working out for a minute. If your muscles get any bigger you'll strain your back just trying to lift your arms." "What did you say?", asked Mike now sitting upright. "I said you'll strain you back…", Frank started. "No", interrupted Mike, "I mean your boss's name, what was it?". "Pearl Pureheart", responded Frank, "Don't you know who the mayor is?" "Sure I do", responded Mike, "I just didn't know that you worked for her. Sure,…….I'll help you out Frank. What is it that you do?" "I'll let you know on the way to the bar", responded Frank. "The bar?", asked a puzzled Mike. "Yes, the bar", responded Frank, "All this working out has made me thirsty." Mike just rolled his eyes as the two of them headed out of the weight room.