Remy, One-Shot

Reepicheep and his mice allies walked down the streets of Paris, France. They were not sure where to go, until Reepicheep pulled out a glass ball from inside his small satchel. The glass ball glowed for a time. Then the light streaked across the sidewalk, dotting the way.

"Come, fellow mice. Let's follow that light," said Reepicheep, leading the mice.

Eventually, the light stopped. Reepicheep pulled out the glass ball and blew on it. The light dimmed in the ball, disappearing in the air. Reepicheep and his mice allies had come to the bistro restaurant called La Ratatouille. Reepicheep looked at the bistro in wonder, which included seeing the signpost with a rat wearing a chef's hat and holding a spoon.

"Is this the right place?" asked one of the mice.

Reepicheep said, "Let's find the entrance."

Reepicheep led his mice allies up a drain pipe. They found their way to the roof, which inside was a small restaurant built for rats. Greenery covered the roof. Reepicheep and his mice allies made their way inside, where they managed to find an empty table. They were surrounded by rats.

"All right. Which rat is Remy?" asked a second mice.

"Wait. He'll make his appearance known to us," said Reepicheep, having faith.

Reepicheep was in the right. A blue-grey rat took off his chef's hat as he served the rats their food. The blue-grey rat approached Reepicheep's table. At first, he looked surprised, but the blue-grey rat decided to let the matter pass.

The blue-grey rat introduced himself to Reepicheep and his mice allies. "Bon jour. My name is Remy, and I'll be serving you lucky mice this evening." He looked at Reepicheep and the mice suspiciously. "Say, you're new here. Aren't you?"

"Yes. I am Reepicheep and these are my allies. I'm their chief," said Reepicheep.

"A chief mouse, huh?" asked Remy, impressed. "Well, then this is an honor. So, what will you be having?" Remy passed to the mice menus.

Reepicheep set his menu down. "Actually, I came to offer you a position."

"I'm happy here. Business is running smoothly. Nothing can go wrong," said Remy.

Reepicheep said, "Yes, but this offer you may want to consider. The Great Aslan himself is calling all chefs to the Evenshire Camp, for a contest to see who will become a professional chef. It means you get to work at the Evenshire Camp and head those in the kitchen pavilion…"

Remy raised his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it. You want me to work at some camp? Who else is there?"

"Heroes," said Reepicheep. "You get the privilege of seeing the finest heroes around. Of course, there are some crazed talking animals there."

Remy crossed his arms. "And you want me to go because…"

Reepicheep said, "Sir Remy, this could be your chance to prove how good of a chef you truly are. You can become a great chef this way. Come back with me and you will see."

Remy tapped his finger to his chin. "I'll give it some thought." He pulled out a stack of paper and a pen. "Now, what will you be having this evening?"

o-o-o

As soon as Remy returned with the food, he passed the plates to Reepicheep and his mice allies. Remy walked over to his father, Django, who looked at him suspiciously.

"Remy, who are those mice you were talking to?" asked Django.

"I'm not sure. Reepicheep sure looks interested in me," said Remy.

Django told him, "Well, don't let him bother you."

Remy explained, "He was offering I go to this camp. He says there a contest for chefs to compete. Whoever wins becomes the top chef, a title higher than head chef."

"Don't do it, Remy. You have a good job here," said Emile.

Django said, "Emile's right, Remy. Why would you go to a camp in the first place?"

"Dad, I haven't decided anything," said Remy. "Even if I wanted to go to some camp, I wouldn't go alone."

Django said, "You're not suggesting…"

Reepicheep approached them. He spoke to Django, "Good evening, sir. You must be Remy's father. I am Reepicheep and it is a pleasure to meet you."

Django looked impressed. "Well, a mouse with manners."

Reepicheep explained, "You see, I came here on business from Aslan himself. He asked me to summon your son, Remy, to come to the Evenshire Camp. It seems Remy has shown potential that Aslan admires."

"This Aslan of yours must be a distinguished fellow," said Django.

Reepicheep said, "Yes, very distinguished." He asked, "What do you say? Let Remy come to the Evenshire Camp. It'll be worth the trip."

Remy looked at Django with a worried glance. "Dad, I'm working."

"You can take a few days off," said Django.

"No, I can't," said Remy.

Django told Reepicheep, "Oh, let my son come to your camp. I'll go with you, same as Emile."

A deep lion voice called in the air, "And I will make sure nothing happens here." A loud roar followed, causing a light portal to enter the roof.

Reepicheep turned to Remy and his family. "All right. Let's go."

"What about them?" asked Emile, pointing to the crowd of rats and people.

Reepicheep said, "Well, they won't even notice we've gone. That's how it works with Aslan."

Remy shook his head. "All right, I'll come with you. It's not as if I have a choice."

Reepicheep assured him, "You always have a choice, Remy. It's up to you whether you want to come along or not."

"I have a choice…" Remy thought for a few moments. "Okay, I'll go with you. I hope it's not crazy."

"Well…" Reepicheep gave a thoughtful look.

Remy went through the portal first. Emile and Django followed after Remy. Reepicheep and his mice allies followed them. The portal vanished moments later. As Reepicheep said, the rats and people didn't realize what had happened. It was only slow seconds for them.