It was a beautiful day in the Brisby's new house Brad was up early.
Mrs. Brisby: Brad, you're up early.
Brad Brisby: I'm off to my quest with my friends.
Mrs. Brisby: What time will you be back?
Brad Brisby: I think I'll be back this afternoon.
Mrs. Brisby: Stay safe, Brad.
(Brad heads off to his quest)
Mrs. Brisby: I'll go wake up the kids.
(Suddenly Mrs. Brisby heard a sneeze from one of her children.)
Mrs. Brisby: That doesn't sound good.
(Mrs. Brisby rushes to Teresa and Cynthia's room and she saw that her two daughters are sick with spots all over there bodies.)
Mrs. Brisby: Oh my goodness, you girls look awful!
Teresa Brisby: Oh Mom, we feel terrible!
Cynthia Brisby: We woke up and we have spots all over our bodies and our heads hurt. Achoo!
Mrs. Brisby: Sounds like you girls have mousey pox.
Cynthia Brisby: Mousey pox? That's what this is?
Mrs. Brisby: I'm afraid so sweetheart.
(Mrs. Brisby hears a cough.)
Mrs. Brisby: Uh oh, that can't be good.
(Mrs. Brisby rushes to Martin's room and sees that Martin is sick Mousey Pox he was itching.)
Mrs. Brisby: You too, Martin?
Martin Brisby: Oh I feel awful Mom! *Coughs*. I can't stop itching.
Mrs. Brisby: Don't scratch them, you'll make them worse!
Martin Brisby: Really? I guess I'll try to stop scratching.
Mrs. Brisby: That's a good boy.
(Mrs. Brisby hears another sneeze coming from Timothy's room. Mrs. Brisby rushes to his room and sees that Timothy also sick with mousey pox too.)
Mrs. Brisby: Not you too, Timothy!
Timothy Brisby: Mama, I'm so sick. My head hurts ah-ah ACHOO!
Mrs. Brisby: Bless you, Timothy. I'm gonna go get some medicine from Mr. Ages and I'll call Justin to take care of you and your brother and sisters.
Timothy Brisby: Okay, Mom. *Sniffs*
(Justin comes in to the house)
Justin: Hi, Mrs. Brisby I'm here to look after your sick children.
Mrs. Brisby: Thank you for coming to look after the kids while I get their medicine , Justin.
Justin: No problem, Mrs. Brisby I'll look after them, your children will be safe with me.
Mrs. Brisby: If there's any trouble let me know okay.
Justin: Don't worry about a thing, Mrs. Brisby I got this under control.
(In Mrs. Brisby's room Teresa, Martin, Timothy, and Cynthia in their pajamas are sick with mousey pox and have ice packs on their heads)
Justin: Don't worry kids you'll be feeling better in no time, I'll go make you some breakfast for you so get some rest.
Teresa Brisby: Thank you, Justin. Achoo!