Tunnel of Terror
[The scene opens with a shot of the harbor as Ryan is passing by the shops and restaurants with a train of flatbeds, Top Hat and O.J. are seen passing each other to the right while to the left; Dexter, Mandy, Lizzy, Sawyer, Snooper, and Blabber are seen walking along the path in either direction. It then cuts to a shot of Arthur crossing over a bridge on the elevated track with a passenger train while Falco, Hotaru, Sonic, and Terra walk under it. It then cuts to Fievel walking through the street as Sly and Roxy walk past on the other side, whistling a little tune]
[The scene then cuts to a room that appears to be a study, brown painted with black markings across, a dark brown desk with the image of a clock tower hanging up on the wall before a teapot is set down over a wooden coaster, the camera panning up to reveal Cat R. Waul as he sits down to have a cup of tea. The brown feline taps a sip of the tea…and almost instantly sits it out from the taste]
Waul: BLEH! Lapsang souchong? More like burnt worms mixed with charcoal. EUGH! That's the last time I ever accept tea from a lackey.
[The red-suited cat goes to the window to dump the tea as it's the closest thing to use, but as he does so, Fievel is about to walk past the building, inches away from the spilled tea onto the pavement]
Fievel: Whoa! Hey, watch it up there!
Waul: Why don't you watch it, you little cretin?
Fievel: I'm not the one dropping tea on people's heads.
Waul: There's a lot more that I could drop on your head. [holds up a potted plant]
Fievel: Uh oh.
[Fievel runs off just in time to avoid getting struck by the projectile as it breaks upon impact. The shot cuts back to Waul as he snorts]
Waul: Stupid boy. [closes the window]
[The scene cuts back to Fievel running back home, not paying full attention as he runs through a crossing, just as Percy is approaching with a mail train, whistling in alarm]
Percy: Careful!
Fievel: Sorry!
[Fievel doesn't turn back as he says this, as the shot cuts back to Percy quirking a brow]
Percy: I wonder what the hurry is…
[The shot cuts back to Fievel, still on the run until he runs into someone carrying several boxes. They both fall to the ground, surrounded by the cargo, with Fievel's hat having fallen off as well]
Fievel: Oops! Sorry, I didn't see you there, I was in a…-
[A plumb orange tomcat with light yellow whiskers and wearing a purple shirt is shown, his eyes spinning around]
?: Oooooh, boy, I think I almost got the wind knocked outta me…
Fievel: Tiger?
[Tiger shakes his head with a blubber]
Tiger: Fievel, is that you? Whatcha' doin' out this late and on your own?
Fievel: Oh, you know, I like to explore around the harbor, there's so many things to check out, I even hung from a crane.
Tiger: Heheheeeeeeeeeh, you're gonna get yourself hurt one of these days.
Fievel: C'mon, Tiger, you know me, I never back down from anything, I'm the toughest, rootin', tootin' mouse of the Wild West!
Tiger: Let me guess. [clears throat with British accent] You had an encounter with a certain sourpuss in a red suit.
Fievel: How'd you know?
Tiger: [normal voice] Wheneva' ya' talk about the Wild West, I'm willin' ta' bet you've had some beef with that guy.
Fievel: Well, he almost slipped his tea on me, and then tried to drop a plant on my head. Talk about bitter.
Tiger: I mean, at least he wasn't tryna' get you this time around, I'd consider that lucky.
Fievel: Yeah, well, I could take him, I've done it before, me and you in fact.
Tiger: Yeeeeeeeah, well, I don't doubt that…aaaaah, nuts, I got all this stuff to pick up.
Fievel: Hold on, lemme held you with that.
[Fievel picks up a blue box and an orange box off the ground while Tiger picks up a green box and a red box. Fievel's nose twitches when he smells something from the orange box]
Fievel: Tiger, what's in here?
Tiger: Oh, that's prolly the gourmet cheeseballs I picked up from the market, they were bein' sold fresh and I couldn't resist takin'...a few home.
Fievel: Gourmet…cheeseballs…
[Fievel's tongue sticks out as a thought bubble appears above him. The image of a fresh pot of warm cheese is followed by a set of tongs pulling out a goopy ball before it's put into a fryer. It is pulled out again, the receiver shown to be Pepe, and the shot cuts to several patrons being served; Mao Mao, Angelina, Marie on the right, Berlioz, Toulouse, Sagwa, Wolf on the left, and Fievel in the middle as the ball is served to him first. The brown mouse takes the edible and puts it in his mouth, his eyes gaining stars at the wonderful taste]
Pepe: Ah, I take it you like, mon ami?
Fievel: Mmmmmmmmmmmm, it's heavenly.
Pepe: Hmmhmmhmm, I'm sure it would be to you, Fievel…Fievel…Fievel…
[The shot cuts to a blurry version of Tiger before the screen clears up]
Tiger: Fievel…you still there, bud?
Fievel: [blinks] What, huh? Oh, yeah, Tiger, I'm fine, just the thought of cheeseballs got me going…[slides up to the feline]...you wouldn't happen to know if they're still serving them, would you?
Tiger: Ah, sorry, kid, the market's just closed when I was coming back.
Fievel: [with dot eyes and a sweatdrop] Geh! I see…
Tiger: Buuuuuut, I did bring two boxes, so I guess I wouldn't mind sharin' one a' them with you.
[Fievel lights up instantly]
Fievel: Really? Oh, Tiger, you're the best! [hugs the feline tight]
Tiger: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, kid, hehe, I still got boxes in hand!
Fievel: Oh, right, sorry about that.
[Tiger hands Fievel one of the boxes and the mouse looks for a place to store it in his coat]
Fievel: That'll be safekeeping for later, well, anyway, Tiger, I better be off before Mama gets on my tail for being late to dinner.
Tiger: [walks off] Alright then, see ya' when I see ya, just don't eat all them balls in one go, rememba', lotta fat in 'em!
Fievel: Oh, suuuuuuuure, Tiger, I won't eat them all…not where someone can see me, hehehe, 'lotta fat in 'em', only he'd let me snack with just the two of us.
[Fievel continues on his way, whistling a little tune with his eyes closed, and again, losing sight of where he's going as he runs into someone else]
Fievel: Oof! Oh, sorry about that, I was…
[Fievel cuts himself off as he looks up to see a tall grey unicorn with a blood red horn, silver crown, and long black hair glowering down at him. The mouse, feeling tense under his eyes, tries to back off]
Fievel: Uhhhhhhh, right, I'm just gonna…be on my way now…sorry again…
[Fievel speedwalks away from the other man, feeling his cold eyes locked onto him all the way]
Sombra: Hmph, children…[his horn glows]...perhaps…well, he'll get his sooner or later, hmmhmmhmm…
[Fievel doesn't stop until he reaches the building where the rest of his family lives, climbing the steps and entering the door, smelling the food wafting from the kitchen]
Fievel: Mama, I'm home!
Mama: Ah, Fievel, dinner will be ready in five minutes!
Fievel: Okay, Mama, I'll be there in a minute!
[Fievel runs upstairs to put the box in his room, setting it down on the bed before coming out, but not before running into his sister Tanya]
Fievel and Tanya: Oh!
Fievel: Okay, I've really gotta stop doing that…
Tanya: So, what kind of trouble did you get in today?
Fievel: Me, trouble? Why, I was just minding my business as always, down by the docks having an adventure.
Tanya: Find anything to take back, or was it some new discovery about something you'll have an interest in for two months before moving on to the next.
Fievel: Oh, c'mon, you know I don't bore that easily.
Tanya: I suppose you're right…to an extent.
Fievel: Although, I did run into you-know-who earlier, followed by another man…
Tanya: Yeah, what happened there?
Fievel: Well, I won't bore you with the details, barring having things dropped on my head, but this other man, he was tall and looked at me like he was piercing into my soul…
Tanya: Really…well, did he do anything to you?
Fievel: Well, I ran away from him before something could happen, all he did was stare at me…I think I felt his eyes burning the back of my head…
Tanya: Oh…
Mama: Children, dinner is ready!
Fievel and Tanya: Coming!
[The mice siblings run down the steps to where their mother and father are sat down at the table with a large pot on a wooden stand and five bowls at each seat]
Papa: So, what did everyone get up to today?
Tanya: Well, I went down to the music shop to see if I could find an instrument that would suit the latest song I'm working on, gotta keep my musical career in check.
Papa: Ah, that's my musical girl, and what did you do today, Yasha?
[Yasha giggles as her father tickles the bottom of her chin]
Yasha: Hehehe, tickles, papa!
Papa: Hehehe,how about you, Fievel?
Fievel: Well, apart from the fact that I seem to have developed a tendency for people to run into me, today was good, nothing too eventful.
Papa: Ah, I see you managed to stay out of trouble, good to know we don't have another adventure on our hands.
Mama: Instead, I cooked a fresh hot dinner for my family, and now we're eating together, just the way I like it.
Fievel: I did run into Tiger earlier, he was carrying a lot of boxes from the market.
Tanya: And who wants to be all of those are going to be finished by tomorrow?
Fievel: Well, he did tell me he got those fresh cheeseballs, I reckon he'll have a field day with them.
Tanya: Makes sense why I saw you two that one time hogging down on 'em at the pier.
Mama: You'd best be careful of your calorie intake, you're a little mouseling who doesn't need all that fat in his system.
Fievel: Oh, Mama, you know I don't snack that often, besides, I could burn it all off with how much we've run for our lives in the past.
Mama: Yes, which was not fun in the slightest, you're too enthralled with the prospect of adventure sometimes. [takes a sip of her soup]
Papa: As for me, I could never run the way you do, these legs aren't getting any younger. [takes a sip of his soup]
Tanya: Glad we don't have to deal with that kind of trouble as of late, in fact, ever since a couple years back, that cat hasn't really disturbed us.
Mama: All the better to keep our current relationship the way it is, no more running away, no more wild goose chases, no more silly adventures, just the Mousekewitzs living a normal life.
Tanya: Minus Fievel occasionally stirring up trouble.
Fievel: You would go there, wouldn't you?
Tanya: Well, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.
Fievel: Okay, maybe you've got a point there.
[The Mousekewitz family continues to eat before the rumbling of something outside causes the table to shake]
Mama: Oooooooh, how did we move so close to the railway?
Papa: Hahaaaaaaaa, that one might have been on me…
Fievel: Well, I think it's nice, means I've got something to look out for.
Mama: And try to jump on as I recall.
Fievel: Awww, come on, that was one time and I wasn't hurt.
Mama: It's still dangerous and I'd rather you stick to more safe things.
Fievel: Yes, Mama…
[The scene cuts to later dinner as Fievel enters his room and quickly scurries to the bed to open the box, grinning broadly at the sight that lies before him]
Fievel: Mmmmmmmm, cheeseballs…[takes one out from the box and pops it in his mouth]...aaaaaaah, that's delicious. [gulps] Should I save these…ooooooooor eat them all in one sitting…yeeeeeeeeeah.
[Fievel continues to eat as gooey cheese and crumbs coat his mouth, but the boy just pops one after another before it transitions to the box under his bed with Fievel laying down and rubbing his stomach in satisfaction as he watches the television]
Fievel: [sighs contentedly] That's the good stuff right there…wish I'd gotten more…mmmmmm, maybe I'll stop by the market tomorrow and…[holds in a burp]...excuse me…haaaaaaaa, I'm gonna sleep good tonight…a good meal always works wonders for bed…
[The mouse is seen entering the bathroom to brush his teeth before the sound of a train is heard going past the window]
Fievel: [shudders in place] It's like being in a bounce castle…
[The sink is turned on as Fievel cleans around it before setting the towel back, exiting the bathroom and heading off to his room where he lies down and shuts his eyes with a content sigh]
[The scene cuts to the next day where Fievel is skipping along the streets, the sun is shining, the birds in the sky are singing, and people are walking to and fro]
Fievel: Hmm-hmm-hmm, in America, where the streets-hmm-hmm-hmm…
[Fievel is shown walking to his home where he opens the door]
Fievel: Mama, Papa, I'm back! [No one responds] Hello? [looks to see a note on the desk] "Gone down to market, will be back later." Ah, I see how it is. Tanya! Helloooooo, Tanya! Where are you? [looks to see a message on the stairs] "Gone to the music store, will be back later." Is everyone leaving notes today? [shrugs] Oh, well, I guess I'll explore some more.
[Fievel leaves the house and skips down the street, before he stops by an open sewer drain. No one else seems to be watching it as he looks from left to right]
Fievel: They must be on a lunch break…well, there's no warning signs, and I've gone down here before, sooooooo, what's stopping me?
[Undeterred, Fievel goes to the ladder and climbs down into the sewer. Upon reaching the ground, he looks all around the tunnel, a few lights shining through the otherwise dark area, the sound of dripping and rushing water surrounding him]
Fievel: HELLO!
[Fievel's voice echoes back "HELLO" several times before the mouse walks on. He eventually comes to a fork in the path]
Fievel: Hmmm, which way to go…?
[Suddenly, he sees something golden shining to the right tunnel]
Fievel: Well, I guess that answers that question.
[Fievel turns right and goes into the tunnel, the light at the other end not too bright, but enough to obscure what's on the other side. As Fievel gets closer, the shining light appears to be coming from a pot]
Fievel: Maybe it's a pot of golden…ooooooh, I'd be rich!
[Fievel runs up to the pot and stops before it, only when he peers inside, it isn't gold or coins, but it's inside some kind of liquid]
Fievel: What is this stuff? Melted cheese…mmmm, that sounds just as good.
?: Oil.
Fievel: Huh?
[Fievel looks up to see a pair of eyes from the other tunnel, he feels tense as more eyes around the single pair and a familiar face steps from the darkness]
Waul: You see, cooking oil works wonders, it's used as an essential for many dishes, and of course, you lather things in oil, some things I'm sure you would know about…
Fievel: Uh…you're not suggesting that I go inside myself?
Waul: Oh, no. No, no, no, dear boy, I'm not suggesting…I'm saying that you'll be going in one way or another.
Fievel: [starts to back off] Noooooo, I won't, I'm not getting in there…
Waul: Well, then, if you feel like running, go ahead, it won't do you much good.
[Fievel begins to run away back the way he came, but suddenly finds that the route isn't the same as which he came]
Fievel: What the? I thought I turned left here!
[Fievel suddenly finds himself back at where he originally was, with Waul waiting patiently for him]
Fievel: WHAT?!
[Fievel runs back the way he came, only this time, he turns right midway, again to his confusion, before bumping into something]
Fievel: OOF! Ooooooh…[looks up at the figure that appears to resemble someone familiar]...Mama! [hugs] Oh, I'm so relieved to see you…[feels something dripping onto his hand]...huh…[the substance appears to be dripping down his mother's outfit]...ma…mama?
[The camera pans up to reveal a red substance dripping from Mama's mouth before she falls over before her son. Fievel stares aghast before screaming and running in the opposite direction where the path is once again different before running into yet another obstacle. This one feels long and pointy and rather soft…that is until the light shines on it and reveals Papa's head on a plaque with his eyes turned in. Fievel screams again and tries to run away as fast as he can]
Fievel: What kind of tunnel is this?! Why does everything keep changing?! AND MY PARE…
[The mouse stops before the entrance to other tunnel where Fievel picks up Tanya's bow from the ground before shakingly looking what's in front of him]
Fievel: Ta…Tanya…?
[A growling sound comes from the tunnel as pieces of brown fur come out of it, followed by something that sounds like flesh being cut. Fievel is ready to scream again until he hears something that sounds like giggling]
Fievel: [breathes a sigh of relief] Yasha, at least you're safe…
[That is until Yasha's laughter echoes around the tunnel, bouncing off the walls in an almost demonic matter, Fievel tries to cover his ears before he feels fit to burst, running away trying to drown out the essenant laughter echoing all around him, stopping before the silhouette of something large and chunky]
Fievel: He…hello…?
[The light reveals itself to be Tiger, hung by a noose over a pipe sticking out from the rocks. Fievel can't find it in him to scream again as he whimpers aloud and tries to back off only to back into something behind him]
Waul: Well, seems you found the traitor.
Fievel: Wha…did…did you do all this…?
Waul: Oh, my dear boy, whatever gave you the impression that I was behind all this, eh…?
Fievel: You…you…
Waul: Yes…yes…?
[Fievel turns yet again to run into the tunnel closest to him]
Fievel: HELP! HELP! LET ME OUT!
[Fievel runs in all different directions through the endless tunnel before he finally comes to what appears to be a deadend. Worse still as several pairs of eyes are seen coming towards him in the darkness, the mouse holds his breath as Waul stands out amongst the crowd of lackeys]
Waul: Well, it appears as if you've reached the end of the line…what a shame…
[Fievel shudders as he looks up at Waul seemingly growing taller the closer he comes…that is until he realizes that he himself is shrinking, enough to fit right in the brown cat's paw as he is picked up]
Waul: Mmmmmm…aren't you a delicious treat, boy…?
[Fievel is hung over Waul's mouth and screams as he is dropped into the red tunnel]
Fievel: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-BUH!
[Fievel looks around to see himself back in his room, the early morning sun having risen outside the window]
Fievel: Wha…wha…what was that…?
[Fievel slowly opens the door and carefully listens to anything that he can hear…he shivers as he initially can't hear anything, but sighs in relief as he hears Tanya's voice coming from the bathroom and then something sizzling downstairs. Fievel is distracted by this long enough not to hear Tanya passing by until he hears her going down the stairs]
Tanya: Morning, sleepyhead!
[The scene cuts to Mama setting fresh eggs at the table while Yasha and Papa are already sat down, the latter reading the newspaper before Tanya arrives at the table, Fievel watches from the steps before breathing another sigh of relief]
[The scene cuts to Fievel walking through the city, passing Anastasia and Tigress while Dodger and Claude walk by on the other side before he stops before the sight of a familiar feline in red. The mouse feels himself sweatdropping as Waul looks in his direction]
Waul: Yes? What do you want?
[Fievel doesn't say a word as he speedwalks past the feline till he reaches a corner to catch his breath, looking over as the shot pans over to Tiger struggling to keep several packages stacked together from falling over. The mouse sighs again as he goes over to the orange feline before the shot cuts back to Waul]
Waul: Hmph, that's more like it.
[He turns to walk away only to be stopped by someone in front of him]
Waul: Gah, excuse me, but I was-
[Waul cuts himself off at the sight before him; Homura standing in front of the brown feline with her usual cold stare. She looks at Waul for a few seconds before her brows lower. The raven haired girl then walks past the feline who looks at her with wide eyes]
Waul: Uh…oh, whatever, I've no business dealing with children. [harrumphs and goes on his way]
[The shot cuts back to Homura as she watches the feline leave]
Homura: Those that put themselves the highest are bound to fall the hardest…and those that repress their fear will experience their worst nightmares…
The End