The sun was setting in the sky and Maika and Ema were walking home from school. "I'm so stoked for next week!" Ema said excitedly. "Me too! To think that we're unveiling new Best Friends Rare dresses is so exciting! I can't wait until everyone sees them." Maika replied. Then out of nowhere, Ema's phone started to ring. When she saw who was calling, she gasped. "It's Euterpe?!" "Well, what are you waiting for?! Answer it!" said Maika. So Ema quickly answered the phone. "Hello?" she said. "Good day, Maika. Ema. Sorry for the sudden call, but I have an urgent mission for the both of you." Euterpe explained on FaceTime. "An urgent mission?" Ema asked. "What is it?" Maika added. "There's no time to explain. Now go" said Euterpe before hanging up. Then she used her goddess magic to open up a portal in front of the two girls. "H-Hey! We don't even know what we're supposed to do!" Maika said angrily. "If Euterpe says it's urgent, we can't argue with her. She is a goddess after all." said Ema. "Guess you're right. Whatever we're dealing with, let's just hope we come back in time for the unveiling." said Maika, calming down. "I'm sure we will. Let's go, Maika" said Ema. Maika nodded in agreement and the two girls went through the portal.
On the other side, the girls appeared to be in the middle of what seemed like a farm, though it was a lot bigger than they were since they were now mice. "Where are we?" Maika asked. "I don't know, but I feel tiny." Ema replied. They both looked around each other to see that they were mice. "We're mice!" they said in unison. "But why?" Ema asked. "I don't know, but I think we look cute." Maika replied. "Mr. Ages?" a voice called out. "Mr. Ages, is anybody home?" "Who's that?" asked Ema. "Let's find out" said Maika. The two got out of the blanket and wandered a bit as they were inside a farm as a brown female mouse was on her way inside, wearing a red cape. "Go away!" another voice called out. "Mr. Ages?" the female mouse continued to call until she saw Maika and Ema. "Oh, you're not Mr. Ages." "I'm Maika" Maika introduced. "And I'm Ema" Ema introduced. "You two seem to be far away from home." the female mouse said. "I guess you could say that" Ema grinned sheepishly. "And you are, uh, Miss?" Maika asked the female mouse. "Oh, I'm sorry." the female mouse replied. "My name is Elizabeth Brisby, but you may call me 'Mrs. Brisby', just don't forget the 'Mrs'." "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Brisby" Ema smiled. "It's nice to meet you too, ladies...You must be so scared." Mrs. Brisby said to them.
"What is it?" The voice called out. "That's Mr. Ages." Mrs. Brisby told the girls before going to follow the voice. "Mr. Ages, may I please speak with you? "What?" The voice asked. "I said, may I please speak-" Mrs. Brisby tried to explain to the man she came to see as he came out of what looked like some sort of machine, showing an older male mouse who seemed a little cranky. "With you? Oh, thank goodness! I'm so glad you're home!" 'She seems worried about something or someone.' Ema thought to herself. "Um... Hello, sir." Maika smiled sheepishly to the older mouse. "I'm fine!" Mr. Ages continued to cough as he grumbled to himself. "Confounded machine! You never know when it's going to up and blow!" "Yes... I don't suppose you would remember me..." Mrs. Brisby said to him, a bit nervously. "Yes, you're Mrs. Brisby," Mr. Ages replied before he went to go back into his machine. "And I am sorry about your husband's death. Now if you'll excuse me..." "Mr. Ages!" Ema called out. "S-Sir?! Come back here!" Maika added. "Mr. Ages!" Mrs. Brisby cried out. "Great Jupiter, woman, what do you want?" Mr. Ages asked Mrs. Brisby, now coming up behind her. "Mr. Ages, I know you don't like visitors, but this is an emergency! Please!" Mrs. Brisby begged. Suddenly, an explosion shook the machine which knocked Mr. Ages down. "I'm not sure if I wanna know what that sound was." Maika shivered. Mrs. Brisby raced after Mr. Ages and peered over the shaft's edge as the older mouse was lying in a basket suspended by a rope. "Madam, that is an emergency." Mr. Ages told the female mouse before pulling on the rope, sending the basket to rise up to the top of the shaft where Mrs. Brisby and the girls waited. "Oh, Mr. Ages, my son Timothy is so sick!" Mrs. Brisby frowned. "Does he have a cold or the flu?" Maika asked. "No, it's a little more severe than that." Mrs. Brisby frowned. "What are his symptoms?" Ema asked. "Timmy? The one with the spider bite?" Mr. Ages then replied to Mrs. Brisby. "Oh, just give him some pepsissiwa root, and-" "No! No!" Mrs. Brisby cried out, grabbing him by his shirt and shaking him. "No, he's sick with a fever!" "A fever?" Ema frowned. "Well... I suppose I could fix up something..." Mr. Ages said to the widowed mouse. "Mind if we come with?" Maika asked. "All right... Follow me..." Mr. Ages replied before looking sharply to them. "But don't touch anything! Understand?" "We understand." Maika and Ema replied while Mrs. Brisby nodded.
Mr. Ages took them into the basket and soon pulled on the rope to take them into the shaft. "I'm not sure where you girls came from, but you are very lucky that you didn't run into Dragon." he then told the four strangers. "Dragon?" Maika asked out of confusion. "Let's hope you never meet him, but he is a fiendish, fearsome, and ferocious cat." Mr. Ages replied. Mrs. Brisby looked very upset at the mention of Dragon. "Are you okay, Mrs. Brisby?" Ema asked softly. "Dragon... He... He..." Mrs. Brisby said, trying not to cry. "He did something that I can never forgive." The girls could already tell as Mr. Ages mentioned Mrs. Brisby's husband being dead. They decided not to talk about it. "I found you all out in the middle of the ground outside," Mr. Ages told the adventure group. "I was hoping you all weren't dead, but I thought you could use a little comfort, so I thought I'd bring you in so you wouldn't get killed." "Heh... Well, thank you, sir." Maika replied. "What were you both doing out there anyway?" Mr. Ages asked. "We're not sure... Um... One minute we were home, and we ended up in this place." Ema replied. "Oh, don't tell me you're homeless." Mrs. Brisby frowned. Maika and Ema knew that if they told Mrs. Brisby and Mr. Ages the truth, they'd think they were crazy. "We're not sure where our family is... Do you think we could stay with you for a little while?" Maika asked Mrs. Brisby. "Oh, um... Maybe..." Mrs. Brisby replied. "I-I'd have to check." "Sure, we'll stay a bit," Ema smiled softly. "We'll help you with your son." "Oh, bless your heart..." Mrs. Brisby cooed from that. "So about your son's symptoms?" Maika asked her. "Yes... How high is his fever?" Mr. Ages asked. "He's burning hot to the touch." Mrs. Brisby began to list. "Hmm... Yes." Mr. Ages replied. "He's soaking wet with perspiration." Mrs. Brisby continued. "Gosh." Ema grimaced. "And there's a raspy sound when he breathes." Mrs. Brisby said. "Oh, dear..." Maika frowned. 'So this is what Euterpe meant by 'urgent'' she thought to herself.
"Mr. Ages, are you thinking what I'm thinking right now?" Ema frowned at the older mouse. "Depends, are you thinking about work that needs to be done?" Mr. Ages replied. "Yes, but also about her son having pneumonia." Ema whispered to him. "Ah, yes! Unless... I have to check..." Mr. Ages replied before facing Mrs. Brisby. "Does he have a chill?" "Yes, he does." Mrs. Brisby nodded. "Have you wrapped him in a blanket?" Maika asked. "Yes." Mrs. Brisby replied. "Now step inside, but keep your hands to yourself!" Mr. Ages said, bringing them all inside a special spot. "I'm right in the middle of... Something very important." "I understand." Mrs. Brisby said. "Oh, do you?" Mr. Ages asked before taking them into a laboratory, but many of the items were human-sized before he went over to his work table. "Look at this mess... Oh, shoo, shoo, go on!" he complained. "You sure do have some unwanted buggy company." Maika told Mr. Ages. "Oh, tell me about it," Mr. Ages replied as he tossed off a ladybug like a cat as he faced Mrs. Brisby. "Now, I'm afraid that girl, Ema is it? Was right... Your son has pneumonia." "Pneumonia?" Mrs. Brisby asked worriedly. "It's not uncommon, but you can die from it." Mr. Ages replied as he mixed powders and herbs into a bowl, grinding them with a pestle. "Oh, no..." Maika frowned. "But there is a way to keep him from dying." Ema said. "Yes. Your son must stay in bed," Mr. Ages added with agreement. "Bundle him up." "Yes." Mrs. Brisby nodded from that. Mr. Ages pulled a string running over his head, and the bunsen burner turned to high, heating the fluid inside a large flask. A tube ran from the flask to just above their heads as the fluid expanded, forcing a single drop out of the tube before the older mouse soon caught it in his bowl. "Not to go outside..." he advised the widowed mouse. "But how long must-" Mrs. Bribsy began. "Three weeks," Mr. Ages replied as he poured some mixes together. "He cannot be moved for at least three weeks." "Three weeks of no playing... Poor kid..." Maika frowned for the young mouse even if she didn't know him. "But moving day is almost here." Mrs. Brisby frowned. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brisby, but your son must stay in bed for three weeks or else his condition could get worse," Ema said. "He'll also need the proper medicine to bring down his fever." "How do you know so much, Ema?" Maika asked. "My grandpa died from pneumonia." Ema replied, looking down. "Oh...I'm so sorry" Maika put her hand on Ema's shoulder. "It's okay. It was a long time ago." Ema assured.
"Yes, now, mix this powder in a broth and make him drink it" Mr. Ages said as he poured the contents of the bowl into an envelope before handed it to the widowed mouse. "It'll bring down the fever." "Oh, bless you, sir!" Mrs. Brisby replied thankfully. "And bless yourself, you'll need it" Mr. Ages told her before dismissing her. "Now, you must excuse me... You know the way out." "We'll walk her out since we're going out the same way." Maika said. Mr. Ages led them out to the door. "I suppose you two can come with me if you have nowhere else to go," Mrs. Brisby said to the girls before looking to Mr. Ages. "Thank you once again-" "Shoo, shoo, shoo." Mr. Ages urged them out the door. "Go on now. Go on." "Thank you so-" Mrs. Brisby said before the door slammed shut in her face. "Much. Goodbye." "He must be busy with something important." Ema said. "I'm sorry about that, but don't mind him," Mrs. Brisby told them. "Mr. Ages is a mostly private man." "At least he found you a way to cure your son." Maika smiled. "That, he did." Mrs. Brisby smiled back as she held the envelope close. "Come with me. You can stay with me since you don't have anywhere to go." "Thank you, Mrs. Brisby." The girls replied, very gratefully.