Darla and the Mystery of the Night Monster

chapter 7

Meanwhile, back in the sewers, the other group was sneaking through the tunnels, but they hid behind a crack as a cat passed by wheeling a cart filled with caged mice. Cherry looked around and soon walked off with them to save the mice being held hostage.

"Okay, whatcha got?" One cat asked the other.

"A new batch, they're from the basement at Luigi's restaurant." The other cat replied.

"Ever meet Mario and Luigi?" Lionel smirked to Cherry.

"You're hilarious." Cherry deadpanned.

"Just curious, that's all!" Lionel shrugged with a grin.

"Well... No, at least not right now." Cherry replied.

"Hmm... That could be fun for us sometime." Lionel replied.

"Perhaps." Cherry replied as they kept an eye out before she moved ahead of them.

"Hey, you, vith the fish breath!" A voice snapped.

"Fievel, it's your father." Cherry recognized.

"No doubt," Lionel nodded. "I'd recognize that accent anywhere."

"It sure isn't Tevye," Cherry replied before the camera focused on her and she narrowed her eyes. "They're called books, kids. Try picking one up and reading it sometime."

"Heheheh... Fiddler on the Roof." Lionel chuckled to himself.

"Uh... Yeah." Cherry smirked slightly.

"So you think you are tough, scaring vomen and children?" Papa glared to the cats. "Shame on you, shame!"

"Vhat are you doing?" Mama scolded as she carried Yasha. "You vant them to eat you?"

"They're going to eat us anyvay," Papa replied. "Maybe I give them a little indigestion beforehand."

"Well, that's one way to ruin a win." Lionel noted.

"Papa Mousekewitz is a strange man sometimes." Cherry commented from her own experiences.

The cats began to harass the mice held hostage and somehow Yasha, despite being a baby, was able to sleep through all of this.

"Looky what I got here: a combo meal!" Twitch snickered as he held Mama Mousekevitz and Yasha in his claws.

"How is that baby not awake?!" Cherry complained.

"That does it," Tony snapped. "Let's get 'em!" But before he could charge in, Fievel grabbed him by the tail.

"Tony, use your brain," Darla remarked. "Those cats outnumber us by 20 to one!"

"At least." Cherry then added.

"What's the matta, you guys scared?" Tony glared.

"Well, yeah, and there's nothing wrong with that." Fievel crossed his arms.

"Remember? Fear keeps you from doing something stupid," Lionel replied. "And on the stupidity scale of 1 to 10, charging into an army of cats ranks in at a solid 100."

"They're right," Fievel added. "Doing something dangerous doesn't mean you're brave. Sometimes, it only means you're dumb. If we rush in there without using our heads, we'll get stomped!"

"Yeah, but Philly, your family's out there looking like the catch of the day!" Tony complained.

"Look, I'll go get Nellie; she'll know what to do." Fievel suggested.

"Oh, for cryin' out..." Tony grumbled.

"Look, Tony, use your head." Lionel advised.

"All right, I promise." Tony sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat.