The Von Freirherr Brothers, Hans and Rolfe, and their young friend, Paul Triste belong to Reyelene. Fidget is copyright to Disney.

The Von Freiherr Brothers, Rolfe and Hans, along with the little boy mouse, Paul Triste and their bat friend, Fidget were exploring in the Von Freirherr home. Even Fidget enjoyed it.

"Don't make a mess, Mr. Fidget," Rolfe told him in a serious tone.

"I won't," the peg legged bat said truthfully.

"Having fun, Mr. Fidget?" Paul asked.

"I sure am, Paul," Fidget replied earnestly.

Just as they reached the top, Fidget knocked over a book from Rolfe's messy bookshelf, which Rolfe needed to organize. "Oops."

"Mr. Fidget!" Rolfe, the eldest mouse boomed, "What was that?!"

"Listen, Rolfe, I'm sorry," Fidget tried to explain, "I can explain. It was an ac-"

"No need to explain this blasphemy to me!" Rolfe retorted, "I'm going to punish you!"

"What?! Why?!" Just as Fidget said this, Rolfe grabbed him by the hand with Hans and Paul behind them. What was Rolfe planning to do with Fidget? What's going on?!

"Brother, I think you are making a big deal out of this!" Hans countered as he and Paul arrived in a sewer-like room. This haunted Fidget badly for he recalled a time when he stuffed his other friend, Olivia in the bottle.

"Did I say you can speak, little brother?" Rolfe demanded.

"He was speaking the truth as I do!" Hans said as he folded his arms, "And you need to clean up your mess! Your bookshelf's a pigsty!"

"Hans, what's going to happen?" Paul asked sadly in a way Hans could hear.

"He won't kill him, Paul," Hans assured him, "He's just trying to punish him for no reason."

Rolfe forced Fidget into the bottle.

The bat had wanted to escape, but he was stuck. Since he had long legs, he placed his feet on the mouth, trying to get himself unstuck, but Rolfe held the shaky bat's sitting spot steadily.

With a cork in hand, Rolfe carefully yanked Fidget's legs down with the other and nudged it on Fidget's backside.

Fidget let out a yelp inside the bottle. That cork must've hurt his little bum.

"Rolfe, how could you do this?!" Hans scolded, "Either you pull him out or I will! The bat's too stressed to do anything about it!"

Hearing this, Fidget started bawling, covering his face.

Upon seeing this, Hans grabbed a blanket and a handkerchief from Paul and slide them inside the bottle. Fidget, who was too tired to thank them, wrapped himself up in a blanket. After all the tension he dealt with, he fell fast asleep. He needed to calm down.

…

An hour later, Hans woke Fidget up by knocking on the glass bottle.

"Leave me alone, Rolfe!" Fidget yelled.

"No, Mr. Fidget," Hans said gently, "It's me, Hans."

Luckily, Fidget had time to catch his breath. "Hans, I didn't know it was you."

Hans pulled out the cork, reached in, prompting Fidget to extend his hand as Hans pulled him out.

"Paul, can you do me a favor and rub Mr. Fidget's back?" Hans asked Paul.

Paul nodded and massaged the bat's back as Fidget slowly breathed until finally, he was out and Hans corked up the bottle's mouth.

Rolfe came inside.

Hans was tapping his foot, expecting an apology from him. "I hope you're back to apologize."

"Yes, I am," Rolfe sighed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fidget, that I caused you grief earlier."

"That's fine," Fidget answered, "It's over now with your brother's help."

"Paul rubbed his back," Hans reported.

"Good boy, Paul," Rolfe said.

Paul and Fidget hugged tightly.

The End

Author's note: Well, that's a little different than expected. Thanks for reading.