Nov. 18th, 2011

"Timothy's sick," said Mrs. Frisby. "Owl said you were the rats to see."

"Tomorrow we finish that Invisibility Formula," said Hawkeye, stirring his martini with his tail-tip.

"We're decent doctors," admitted Trapper John. "Well, 'we', meaning Hawkeye and me, but not Jenner."

"Aw, shaddap," growled Jenner.

"That's not it," begged Mrs. Frisby. "Fitzgibbon's plow is coming, but moving would kill Timothy."

Hawkeye opened his mouth but was interrupted; Radar tumbled into the rat-lair, thick glasses askew. "Incoming, sirs!" he stammered.

"To be continued," Trapper John promised. The rats scattered as the warrens echoed with the unmistakable yowl of a cat.

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