Lucy was out walking in Central Park, with her best friend, Diane.

"Lucy, are you sure it's okay to just go out without telling your folks, first?" asked Diane. "I mean, you know New York. It has so many criminals, and-"

"I know! I know!" Lucy snapped. As the two came to a stop to look at the statue of Alice in Wonderland, she sighed, "I just have so much going on in my family right now. I mean, get this... my parents adopted a mouse into our family."

"But don't mice make good pets?" asked Diane. "I know you have a cat. But, what's wrong with having a mouse for a pet?"

"No, no, no!" Lucy she shook her head. "I don't mean like a pet mouse. I mean, a talking mouse who wears clothes. This is gonna sound crazy as hell, but... he's my new brother."

Diane stared at Lucy for a few seconds. Then, she burst out into laughter.

"It's not funny, Diane!" Lucy exclaimed, glaring at her friend.

Noticing the exasperated look on Lucy's face, Diane immediately stopped laughing. "Wait, are you serious?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," said Lucy.

"A mouse? Either your family's been transported into a Disney movie, or maybe your new brother's just a midget."

"Diane, I am not kidding!" insisted Lucy, "My new brother, Stuart, is an actual mouse!"

Diane narrowed her eyes. "But, wait. Isn't that illegal? Your parents really chose one little mouse over a group of orphans at the orphanage?"

Lucy nodded. "Apparently."

Diane didn't know what else to think, other than try to help Lucy out. "Well, either way, Lucy," she said, "maybe you shouldn't take this new change so hard. Why don't you give Stuart and the rest of your family a chance? Do something nice."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Like what?" she asked.

Diane sighed. "Lucy, just be patient with your family members. Especially George and Stuart."

"If you think ONE brother is enough trouble!" huffed Lucy.

"Come on, Lucy!" said Diane, "It's not like they're sending you off to Chowchilla or anything."

Lucy looked up at the White Rabbit in the statue. "Forget the white rabbit with the waistcoat and watch. Now, I'm stuck with a talking white mouse as my new brother."

Diane gave a small chuckle.

Lucy just furrowed her brows at her, and then walked away from the statue.

Later that afternoon, Lucy went home after a long day in the park. She bid Diane a farewell before heading inside.

Then, she went up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Whoa!" She heard somebody gasp quietly in her room. "Look at all this. Eww! Who wears these kinda clothes that show their belly button?"

Confused, Lucy took a peek inside her room.

George was jumping up and down on her bed, looking through girly magazines.

He tossed the magazine he was looking in aside, and picked up another one from Lucy's night table. He curiously turned to a page which was bookmarked.

"Oooohhh, thong underwear!" He chanted mischievously, and amused.

Infuriated, Lucy tensed with an angry glare, and shouted "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" She pounced onto her bed to capture George.

But George narrowly dodged his sister's aim, dropped the magazine, and hollered as he ran out of her room.

Lucy hastily chased him until he was out, and reached her arm out to slam her door, again. But, then she noticed from the corner of her eye - her door was gone!

Shocked, Lucy felt where her door used to be. "My... my... my..." she stammered, before screaming. "Aaaah!"

Meanwhile, Frederick was checking up on Stuart in his room, when they both heard Lucy scream.

"She saw it," Frederick said, already knowing what she had just witnessed.

Lucy's scream came from the hallway again, which made Stuart cringe a bit. "Will she be okay?" he asked.

"Oh, she will," Frederick assured the mouse. "Don't you worry about her."

"I feel kinda bad for her, though," Stuart said, sympathetically.

Lucy went stomping back down the stairs. "Mom!" She shouted. As soon as she got the bottom, she turned to start looking for Eleanor. "Mom, did you see what happened to my d-" she cut herself off when she saw that her mother was already waiting for her.

Eleanor was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at her daughter with a serious look on her face.

Lucy then realized that her mother must have been behind the disappearance of her door. She furiously stomped into the kitchen towards her.

"I spoke to your principal," Eleanor told her, calmly.

"What?!" snapped Lucy.

"Just now, on the phone."

"Where's my door?"

But Eleanor ignored Lucy's demand to know where her door was. "Privacy is a privilege, Lucy," she simply said.

"Where is my door, Mom?!" Lucy repeated, raising her voice.

"Your door," Eleanor started, "will be returned to you, Lucy. If, and when, you learn to-"

"I need my door!" Lucy interrupted. "You give me that door, or I... I... I will kill myself!"

George was over at the stairs, eavesdropping on his sister's temper tantrum. "Can I watch?" He jokingly asked.

"George..." Eleanor gently began to tell him to leave her and Lucy to talk alone.

But Lucy jumped in ahead of her. "SHUT UP!" She screamed at her brother, and charged at him.

Hollering, George ran away from the scene.

Lucy eventually stopped, and watched in fury as George scampered back up the stairs. Then, she turned back to her mother, who began to reprimand her daughter.

"I think we can dispense with the drama," Eleanor said, "and maybe you can just calmly explain to me why you were in detention twice this month?"

"Okay!" Lucy confessed. "I went to detention! But only because Meredith Richards wouldn't stop hitting me with a volleyball in gym!"

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "When is this conflict with Meredith Richards going to end?"

"Never," said Lucy, "because she's an insane psycho freak, and you'd know that if you paid like a speck of attention!" She turned to leave the room.

"Lucy," Eleanor stopped her.

"WHAT?!" snapped Lucy, going back to her mother.

"I think you know I pay attention, Lucy," Eleanor continued. "Enough to know that you got an F on your English test?" She held up a piece of paper in her hands.

Lucy's eyes widened. It was the challenging English test she took the previous day. On the top, was a big F letter written in red. Thinking fast, Lucy rushed over and snatched the test paper from her mother.

"So what, if I did?" She scoffed, as she crumpled it up. "It's not liked I even wanted to take this stupid test, anyway!" She threw it across the room with disgust, tossing it out the open window.

Lucy then heard Snowbell screech from outside. She somehow must have hit him with the crumpled test paper by accident.

But, she decided to worry about that later.

"Everyone's ought to get me! Here and there! Even you, Dad, and George!"

"And another thing," Eleanor then remembered. "From now on, you don't even think about leaving the house without telling me or your father first."

Lucy stared at her, confused. "But, I always go out, and you know that."

Eleanor just scoffed. "That's promising..."

"See?" Lucy pointed out. "Do you see? Why do I even bother telling you anything?"

Frederick then came into the room. "Hey Lucy," he spoke to her. "I was just talking with Stuart, and he says he'd like to become more aquatinted with you, when he recovers." He smiled, hopefully.

This only made Lucy lose her temper even more. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" She screamed, as she angrily stormed off. "I'M MOVING OUT OF HERE AND NEVER COMING BACK! NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER!"

Frederick and Eleanor watched as Lucy went back up the stairs, before exchanging another glance at each other.

That night, Frederick was in the living room, looking through a music book. He came upon a page with the song "Three Blind Mice".

"Oh, this one will certainly have to go," he said.

Frederick ripped the page out and read some of the lyrics. "Cut off their tails with a carving knife." He crumpled up the page, and tossed it aside.

Eleanor came in the room, carrying a tray.

"How are Lucy and the boys?" asked Frederick.

"All three are asleep," she responded.

As she sat down next to her husband, Eleanor put her glasses on and looked down at the tray. All that was in it was mouse-sized glass of milk, and an empty plate and bowl. "Awww..."

"What?" Frederick looked over.

Eleanor picked up the tiny bowl to take a closer look at it. "He ate all his soup."

"Aw, good for him," smiled Frederick.

A thought came to Eleanor as she placed the tray on the coffee table. "Darling," she said to Frederick, "what can we do to make Stuart feel more welcome?"

Frederick tried to think. "Uh... a gift basket of sorted cheeses?"

Eleanor eventually got an idea. "Let's have a party."

"Now?"

"This week, let's invite the relatives over to meet Stuart."

Frederick nodded. "Huh, our new son." He smiled at his wife's suggestion. "That's a wonderful idea."

"Yes," said Eleanor. "We'll take him shopping, get him a whole new wardrobe."

"Excellent," smiled Frederick. Then, another thought came to him. "But what about Lucy?"

Eleanor's smile faded at the mention of their daughter. "Well," she thought for a moment. "It's been a while since Lucy went shopping, herself. Maybe we could let her pick out a couple of things, as well?"

"Yeah," Frederick agreed. "She's always liked shopping." He thought some more. "Then, maybe... just maybe... we'll she if she warms up to Stuart, even before the party."

"That's a great idea," smiled Eleanor.