EXT. A ROUGH PART OF MOUSEVILLE - DAY

MIKE MOUSE, a black furred mouse of average height with the body of a professional heavy-weight body-builder, walks carefully through a seedy part of Downtown Mouseville. His sharp eyes catch the eerie, yellow-green glint of numerous pairs of cat eyes.

As he passes a darkened alley, Mike feels himself yanked off his feet from behind, then unceremoniously dropped to the ground. He looks up and sees:

A SMALL GROUP OF TOUGH-LOOKING CATS

Since this is the first time Mike’s been in this situation, he doesn’t quite know what to think. Instinct designates he be scared senseless.

MIKE

(unsure)

Uh… hi, gentlemen. Maybe

you guys could help me out.

See, I’m looking –

LEAD CAT

Y’know, you is in the wrong

part of town, pal. You must

be new around here. We

never seen you before.

MIKE

Actually, I am new. I just

moved here…

Mike quickly glances around him. He sees more cats joining from various nooks-and-crannies. He starts getting very uncomfortable.

MIKE (CONT.)

Uh… aren’t you guys

supposed to stay in the

Cat Town portion of this

county?

All the cats start to snicker.

LEAD CAT

Boy, you sure are new

around here. We are in

charge of this city. It’s

the natural way of good

ol’ Mother Nature:

Survival of the fittest.

The strongest rule the

roost.

One of Mike’s eyebrows raises at this little speech.

MIKE

The strongest?

Mike is blind-sided by a vicious swing by a cat’s paw. It’s claws rip into the side of his clothing.

Mike rolls on the ground several times, hitting up against the base of the brick foundation of a building. He’s stunned.

He shakes his head clear and checks himself over. He finds the torn clothing, but no blood - not even a scratch on his body itself. He raises his head slowly, a look of having an epiphany on his face.

He looks at the cats.

MIKE (CONT.)

Hey, I never did anything to

you guys. Why are you ganging

up on me?

Two more swings come at Mike. He deftly dodges them with obviously super-human speed.

MIKE (CONT.)

I’m warning you. Knock it off!

LEAD CAT

That’s what I’m trying to do.

This time Mike holds his ground. The cat takes another swing. This time the cat YELPS in pain. Mike takes the hit and doesn’t budge.

Mike gives them a slow, Cheshire cat grin.

Faster than thought, Mike jumps up and grabs the Lead Cat by his leather jacket lapels, lifting him into the air. He then swings the cat around and flings him into a pile of trash cans. CRASH!

But what’s this? Mike decides to break the law of gravity! He hovers in the air before the stunned cats.

The Second-In-Command Cat speaks, enraged:

SECOND CAT

Come on! Get him! He’s

only a mouse!

All of the Cat Gang Members pile themselves on top of Mike. A beat. And then the piles heaves - once, twice. Then it EXPLODES, sending cats flying in all directions.

Mike stands triumphant surrounded by his fallen enemies. He flexes his muscles. Mike has superhuman strength!

MIKE

These are for more than

just show, guys.

The Lead Cat recovers his senses, picking himself out of the pile of trash.

LEAD CAT

(to himself)

This can’t be happening…

As he surveys the damage, the Lead Cat is confronted by Mike.

MIKE

You tell the cats to start

packing up. I’m kicking

them out of Mouseville.

If anybody causes any

trouble to any mouse, I

will personally come and

deal with them.

While Mike is talking, the Lead Cat sneaks his hand behind him, grabbing hold of a crowbar buried in the trash. He swings the crowbar at Mike.

Mike is faster by far, and lifts his arm, effectively stopping the blow cold. He grabs the crow bar and yanks. The Lead Cat refuses to let go, and so is thrown across the alley into the base wall of the opposite building. He slumps against it, semi-conscious.

Mike strides over to him, stopping right in front of his face.

LEAD CAT

What are you?

MIKE

I’m your worst nightmare.

(beat)

I’ve always wanted to

say that.

Mike holds up the crowbar, gives a half-smile, then crushes it in his bare hands. He drops it into the Lead Cat’s lap.

Mike walks non-chalantly out of the alley. His muscles ripple as he passes the laid-out, groaning Cat Gang Members.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE MAIN SQUARE, LATER

Mike is taking in the sights of Mouseville. He doesn’t catch the odd stares he brings to himself as city denizens view his shredded clothing.

A group of small mouselings start to walk across the heavily trafficked Main Street. The smallest and youngest of the group trips and falls in the crosswalk. Nobody sees a TAXI come barreling through the red lights, heading right for the mouse and anything else in its way.

The mouseling sees the Taxi. He screams in terror. Folks all around have their attention locked on the terrible scene playing out before their eyes. There’s nothing anybody can do.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a BLUR flies out into the street. The blur becomes Mike, resolutely standing in harm’s way between the mouse and the rushing Taxi.

Mike crouches down, holding one arm out to the side, turning his chest towards the mouseling to keep him safely protected.

The Taxi drives UP MIKE’S ARM and over his head. In the blink of an eye, Mike stops the car’s forward motion, and holds the Taxi over his head. This is actually a pretty neat trick.

The mice watching the whole scene play out GASP in amazement.

Mike examines the undercarriage of the Taxi. A look of puzzlement crosses his face. Without warning he SMASHES his hand through the bottom front of the Taxi. An awful GRINDING sound is heard, and then the engine stops. Mike yanks his forearm back out. It’s covered in oil, but completely free of injury. He sets the Taxi down. He hasn’t even worked up a sweat.

The crowd starts to murmur. They don’t know what to think of Mike.

Mike isn’t concerned for them at the moment, though. His attention is focused on the injured mouseling. He kneels down beside him.

MIKE

Hey, little guy. Are you OK?

MOUSELING

My ankle hurts.

Mike looks at the injured ankle.

MIKE

Well, it’s not broken, but

it does look like it’s a

sprain.

(to the crowd)

Can somebody call an

ambulance?

MOUSELING

You sure are strong, mister.

Mike smiles at him and nods. His hearing picks up a new sound. It’s coming from the Taxi. A TICKING.

Mike whips around and checks out the Taxi. He’s surprised to find two mice in the vehicle. The DRIVER and a PASSENGER. We see the Passenger is PEARL PUREHEART. She is a female mouse with long, curly blonde hair. Her body has curves in all the right places. Mike’s throat tightens. He’s immediately smitten with Pearl.

Mike checks the Driver. Unfortunately, the Driver is DEAD. He checks Pearl. She’s in shock. He also notices the ticking sound is louder towards the fuel tank area of the Taxi.

Mike’s eyes widen. He knows what the sound is.

He immediately bangs on the passenger-side rear door, trying to wake up Pearl. He seems to just stare at the fuel door for no reason.

INTERCUT MIKE’S POV

as we see he’s looking THROUGH the Taxi. He spots the origination of the ticking. A BOMB ticking down. 00:01:00.

Mike decides to take drastic measures. He gets a firm hold of the passenger door. Using his incredible strength, he RIPS the door off the Taxi, dropping it beside him. He then gently removes Pearl from her seat, laying her beside the mouseling.

INTERCUT PEARL’S POV

as she regains consciousness. She rolls her head to the side to see an incredibly muscled mouse tearing the driver’s side door off the Taxi, apparently without any effort, and extract the body of the Driver.

PEARL

(under her breath)

Oh my god…

Mike returns long enough to lay the body down. He abruptly heads back to the Taxi, not noticing Pearl has awakened.

Mike checks the timer. 00:00:10.

Mike picks up the Taxi once more, then launches it into the sky with a throw. Safely out of range, the Taxi EXPLODES.

Mike turns around to see the assembled crowd totally dumbfounded. He gets very uncomfortable. Fortunately, the crowd’s attention is diverted by approaching police and rescue vehicles. Mike makes a quick dash in a successful escape attempt. He doesn’t see Pearl watching him leave, though.

Reporters swarm the scene. A group of news-hounds circle Pearl, firing questions at her.

REPORTER #1

Do you think it was a

Cat Gang hit?

REPORTER #2

Was it the government?

REPORTER #3

What about that super-

strong mystery mouse?

PEARL

(spinning)

I… I don’t know. I…

REPORTER #2

Yeah! The mouse! We

already had another report

of a mystery mouse who

picked a fight with the

entire West Side Cat

Gang, and took them to

the cleaners.

REPORTER #3

Did he tell you his name?

REPORTER #1

Did he tell you why he’s

here?

Pearl replays the recent events in her mind.

PEARL

(under breath to herself)

He was mighty strong…

REPORTER #2

What?

PEARL

He’s… his name is…

(thinking)

It’s Mighty Mouse.

We CLOSE ON PEARL as the reporters scramble to be the first with the story. She’s staring vacantly, her thoughts most definitely elsewhere…

FADE TO:

CLOSE UP ON MIKE’S EYES

PULL OUT to

EXT. ROOF OF CONDEMED BUILDING, LATE AFTERNOON, SHORTLY AFTER

Mike is watching Pearl from his rooftop perch. He leans over the edge, hands resting on the cement partition. He’s too far away for anyone else to see where he is, but with his superior vision, he can see them as clearly as if he were standing there among them.

MIKE

(to himself)

I finally know now what

I’m here to do. Ever since

I found out I was adopted,

I’ve always wanted to

make something useful

of myself. When my

powers started to show

themselves, especially

my strength, I became

an outcast again. Ma and

Pa were great about

helping me learn to live

with my abilities… But…

Mike’s hands start to grip the cement more tightly. The cement starts to crack under the pressure.

MIKE (CONT.)

(gritting teeth)

…they couldn’t stop the

pain of being so different.

Mike breaks off a large chunk of the cement. He holds it in his hand, looking at it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Mike goes rigid. He quickly turns around.

There’s a mouse in a trench coat and slouch hat standing ominously in the shadows of the rooftop.

A lump forms in Mike’s throat. His knuckles turn white around the cement piece he’s holding. In his fear he forgets how to use the massive strength at his command. He backs up against the cement partition.

Trench Coat Mouse doesn’t move.

TRENCH COAT MOUSE

Relax, Mighty Mouse. I’m

the one who should be

scared out of my mind

right now.

MIKE

What did you call me?

TRENCH COAT MOUSE

Mighty Mouse. By the

way, the name’s Tracker.

MIKE

Tracker.

TRACKER

Yeah.

MIKE

Why did you call me

Mighty Mouse?

TRACKER

That’s what everybody

is calling you thanks to

that rescue you pulled

off.

That statement makes Mike remember his powers. He regains his confidence, and holds the cement piece in front of him. He CRUSHES the piece into powder.

Mike lunges and grabs Tracker by the front of his coat. Lifting him off the ground, Mike’s biceps swell with strength.

TRACKER (CONT.)

Whoa! Whoa! Hold on a

second Big Guy! I’m not

here to cause any

trouble.

MIKE

What do you want?

TRACKER

I want to make you an

offer…

MIKE

That I can’t refuse, right?

TRACKER

You have a sense of

humor. Great.

(beat)

Did you know that half

of being an effective

city protector is having

an effective reputation?

MIKE

Go on.

TRACKER

I’d like you to wrestle

for me. Professionally.

MIKE

Professional wrestling?

Mike starts to laugh.

MIKE

But Pro Wrestling is fake!

TRACKER

Usually it is. I’ll give you

that. But, lately, there have

been some new wrestlers

who have decided it isn’t.

We’ve had several of our

best be hospitalized.

MIKE

Well, kick the trouble

makers out.

TRACKER

There’s the rub. Management

doesn’t want to throw them

out. Too much revenue’s been

coming in.

MIKE

Not my problem, then.

TRACKER

All I’m asking is that you

come in as a new

wrestler, fighting only the

wrestlers who are causing

the trouble. In return, you’ll

get a rep as a mouse who

shouldn’t be crossed. By

anyone. Publicity for your

city protecting effort that

you can’t buy.

MIKE

I’m not in this for publicity.

Mike is still holding Tracker off the ground.

TRACKER

Aren’t you getting tired,

yet?

MIKE

Nope.

Tracker tries to pry Mike’s hand off his coat. He fails miserably.

TRACKER

Geesh! How strong are

you?!

Mike smiles at him. He flexes the bicep on the arm holding Tracker, making it rip through his shirt.

MIKE

That’s for me to know,

and everyone else to

find out. Including you.

TRACKER

Um… I’d rather not.

MIKE

Then play nice.

TRACKER

I thought I was.

(beat)

Okay. Fine. I’ll beg.

You want me to beg?

I’ll beg. Please come

and be a wrestler for me.

Mike sighs. He doesn’t know why, but he finally relents.

MIKE

Fine. I’ll do it. Is there

anything else I need to

know?

TRACKER

Yeah. You start tonight.

Now THIS surprises Mike.

MIKE

What?! Tonight? Why

tonight?

TRACKER

Because I’ve already

leaked your appearance

to the Press.

Mike gets pretty ticked. Tracker sees he’s on very thin ice. He talks fast.

TRACKER (CONT.)

It’s a big tournament

event tonight. The final

round is going to be held

as a cage match between

the top two contenders

from the other matches.

(re: Mike)

This is the one chance

we’ve got to break the

criminal wrestlers’ hold.

You becoming a super

hero is windfall.

Mike sighs.

MIKE

When do you want me

there?

TRACKER

Well, I have to be there

in a few minutes, but –

Mike JUMPS into the air, still carrying Tracker. Tracker turns pale.

TRACKER (CONT.)

Oh my god!

Mike glances at Tracker.

MIKE

If you’re going to throw

up, don’t do it on me.

TRACKING

You… you can fly?!

MIKE

Saves on gas money.

And I avoid the five

o’clock rush.

(beat)

Where to?

Tracker catches his breath.

TRACKER

Ah… See that domed

thing by the river?

Mike utilizes his super speed and gets them there in just a few seconds.

EXT. ARENA, CONTINUOUS - EARLY EVENING

MIKE

This building?

TRACKER

Er… yeah.

Mike sets themselves down at the back entrance.

TRACKER (CONT.)

Okay. Follow me. I’ve

even got a costume for

you.

Mike rolls his eyes.

MIKE

(to himself)

Oh, brother.

They go inside.

CUT TO:

INT. ARENA CATACOMS, CONTINUOUS

Tracker leads Mike down a series of maze-like hallways in the lower depths of the Arena.

INT. ARENA LOCKER ROOM, CONTINUOUS

Tracker escorts Mike into the locker room.

All of the GOOD GUY WRESTLERS are already in costume, ready to go. They watch Mike with interest.

GG WRESTLER #1

Hey, Tracker. Who you

got to sacrifice to the

gods tonight?

TRACKER

This here’s Mighty Mouse.

He’s going to win this

tournament tonight.

The Wrestlers laugh.

One Wrestler sneaks up behind Mike (we will call him Mighty Mouse until later), and gets him into an arm lock. A REAL one. Mighty Mouse grunts in surprise.

GG WRESTLER #2

So, ‘Mighty Mouse.’ You

ever wrestled before?

TRACKER

Katana, stop it.

MIGHTY MOUSE

It’s okay, Tracker.

(to Katana)

No. My parents

wouldn’t allow me to.

KATANA

(mocking)

Aw. Were they afraid

their little baby would be

hurt?

Tracker knows what’s coming, but he has to let Mighty Mouse earn their respect. All he can do is put his head in his hand and groan.

Mighty Mouse sees Tracker giving him the freedom to do what he wants. He decides to play around a bit before getting into his costume.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Not exactly…

Mighty Mouse kicks in his strength, and effortlessly forces his way free of the arm lock. Katana goes flying across the room.

Mighty Mouse stands up straight. He adopts the pose of the other Wrestlers: Heavily muscled arms crossed over a heavily muscled chest.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

They were afraid that I

would hurt someone.

Mighty Mouse gives them a cocky grin. He’s starting to fit into his persona.

The Wrestlers back away from him. He’s definitely earned their respect - their fear, even.

Tracker motions for Mighty Mouse to get into his costume. It’s in a locker marked "MM."

Mighty Mouse opens the locker to find the costume: Yellow w/red shorts and boots, and a red cape for flash. He puts it on. The costume is skin tight, and shows off his physique beautifully.

TRACKER

(nodding in affirmation)

You look great. Now, let’s

go introduce you to the

world.

CUT TO:

INT. ARENA, WRESTLING RING, SHORT TIME LATER

The crowd is going nuts. Flash bulbs are going off. Rock music is playing. The fight announcer steps into the center of the ring.

ANNOUNCER

Ladies and gentlemen! The

MWF is pleased to present

tonight’s matches. It’s the

tournament of the century!

The "Rat Rat-Pack" vs the

"MWF Classics" for the

final control of the MWF!

(beat)

Tonight’s first round features

"Sewage" of the RRP vs a

newcomer of great promise,

Mighty Mouse!

The crowd is so pumped, they’ll cheer for anything.

We PAN the crowd. Rabid fans of both sides are screaming bloody murder at the top of their lungs. We End Frame on, surprisingly enough, Pearl Pureheart in the front row.

Sewage is already in the ring, taunting the audience. When Mighty Mouse is called, Sewage whips around to see his new opponent. He sees him coming down the promenade.

Sewage starts to laugh and taunt MM. MM looks more scared now than we’ve seen for a while.

Tracker escorts MM down and opens the ropes to let him into the ring. MM turns his back on Sewage and removes his cape. That’s the first mistake he makes.

Sewage attacks MM savagely from behind. He performs a blaze of vicious wrestling maneuvers. MM is outclassed, and ends up being tossed out of the ring.

Tracker runs to his side.

TRACKER

Are you okay?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Man, I haven’t been beat

up like this since high

school…

MM checks himself over. He’s surprised to find that he’s not hurt at all.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

(to himself under breath)

I didn’t know I was this

invulnerable…

TRACKER

What?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Er… Nothing. I’m okay.

You say this is just the

first match?

(re: Tracker)

This is going to be a

long night.

MM quickly rolls into the ring. He jumps to his feet and gets set in a defensive posture. Sewage starts to taunt him again.

SEWAGE

Comin’ in for more

punishment, eh? You

are the worst guy I’ve

ever wrestled against.

He lunges at MM, but MM dodges deftly away.

SEWAGE (CONT.)

You are an embarrassment

for the Classics, man.

He lunges - and misses - again.

SEWAGE (CONT.)

Hold still!

TRACKER

I wouldn’t tick him off,

Sewage!

SEWAGE

Bite me, Tracker!

Sewage fakes MM out, and lands a hard rabbit punch. MM doesn’t flinch - he just gets mad. We hear a dangerous, low-pitched growl from MM.

Sewage starts to backpedal as MM starts a slow advance. Sewage lands blow after blow, but MM is not affected by them at all. Sewage holds his hand in pain. MM has backed him into the corner turnbuckle.

Only those directly involved with the wrestling events know that it’s the real deal. We see Sewage now has true fear across his face. He’s looking for a way out. A quick, light punch from MM gives it to him. Sewage is out cold.

The Announcer comes into the ring. He raises MM’s hand.

ANNOUNCER

The winner! And first

advancement to the semi-

finals round, Mighty

Mouse!

The crowd goes nuts.

Suddenly, the Arena goes dark. MM jumps down and joins Tracker. His super night-vision has kicked in.

TRACKER

Let me guess. You can see

in the dark.

MIGHTY MOUSE

You’re a fast learner.

(beat)

All of the Classics

Wrestlers are coming to

ringside.

(beat)

Wait-a-second. Someone

else is coming down to

ringside…

A SPOTLIGHT flashes on, and a GIANT, MUSCLEBOUND RAT struts down the opposing promenade.

TRACKER

That’s Ratigan. Champion

of the MWF. I was hoping

you wouldn’t have to fight

him.

Mighty Mouse’s face has gone pale. He isn’t so sure of himself, now.

MIGHTY MOUSE

That makes two of us.

Ratigan prances into the center of the ring, taking the Announcer’s microphone.

RATIGAN

LIGHTS!!!

The lights flare to life.

RATIGAN (CONT.)

Let’s cut the crap, folks. The

tournament rounds are off.

I know what you want to see.

I know who’s here tonight.

I know what’s at stake.

(beat)

I know you’re here, Mighty

Mouse, and that you’d be

the guy I’d have to

eventually face. So, I want

you fresh. Now. It’s too

cruel to let the viewers

place their hopes in some

supposed hero, that as we

all know doesn’t stand a

chance in Hell of winning.

Mighty Mouse looks at Tracker. Tracker looks at Mighty Mouse. There’s a communication between them. Something that doesn’t require words to be understood. Tracker speaks anyway.

TRACKER

Mighty Mouse… You

don’t have to do this.

MIGHTY MOUSE

I thought you said I

did.

An uncomfortable pause.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

You asked me how strong

I really am…

(re:Tracker)

Well, just remember my

answer. And watch the

match.

Mighty Mouse winks at Tracker, giving him a wry smile. He climbs into the ring.

INT. ARENA, WRESTLING RING, CONTINUOUS

The bell RINGS and the match begins.

Ratigan and Mighty Mouse circle each other warily. Ratigan is obviously the more assured of himself.

Ratigan feigns, and MM falls for it. Ratigan follows up with a series of devastating blows. MM reels back. Ratigan pounds him over the head, sending him crashing to the floor outside the ring.

MM lands right in front of Pearl.

PEARL’S POV

Mighty Mouse is down on the floor, dazed. Ratigan hops out of the ring. He grabs a couple of the multi-barred dividing rails and moves for MM.

Pearl can’t help but scream out a warning. For some odd reason - she knows this match isn’t an act.

PEARL

Mighty Mouse! Watch out!

Mighty Mouse lifts his head to see, but Ratigan slams a dividing rail across it. MM is dazed once more. Ratigan tangles MM’s limp body in the bars of the dividing rails. He prances around and climbs back into the ring.

He poses for the audience. The audience BOOS and HISSES.

Mighty Mouse turns his head enough to catch Pearl’s eye. He draws in a sharp breath. He didn’t expect to find her here.

MM then catches Tracker’s eye. He gives him a slow smile. He nods.

Tracker motions for the crowd and Wrestlers around MM to back off.

TRACKER

Move back! Move! I

don’t want anybody hurt!

Mighty Mouse dramatically rises to his feet looking Pearl in the eyes the entire time. We can tell he’s interested in her, and wants to impress her.

Mighty Mouse’s muscles bulge as he taps his strength, shredding the rails, freeing himself of his prison.

A HUSH falls over the entire Arena. You could hear a pin drop.

Mighty Mouse jumps into the air and back into the ring. Ratigan is visibly shaken.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Okay, Ratigan. You want to

play, then let’s play.

The tables turned, Ratigan is now the prey, while MM has become the super-powerful hunter. The crowd doesn’t make a sound: they are so enthralled by what they are seeing.

Ratigan takes the offensive, launching a punch using all his strength. Mighty Mouse catches the punch with one hand, stopping it cold. He then starts to squeeze Ratigan’s hand. We start to hear a CRUNCHING sound.

RATIGAN

(in agony)

ARRRRGH!!!

Ratigan drops to his knees. He punches MM in the abdomen, but it’s like hitting a brick wall, and he hurts his other hand. MM doesn’t flinch.

MIGHTY MOUSE

What’s the matter? Can’t

handle the pressure?

Mighty Mouse lets Ratigan go.

Ratigan is in pain and is enraged. He blindly runs full tilt at Mighty Mouse. MM catches Ratigan by the throat, then throws him back into the turnbuckle. Ratigan hits the turnbuckle hard enough break its thick, plastic cover.

The crowd gets into the match. They start screaming again, chanting "Mighty Mouse!" over and over again.

RATIGAN

(dazed, to himself)

I can’t believe I’m getting

beat by this little guy.

Mighty Mouse kneels down in front of him.

MIGHTY MOUSE

All you have to do is

say ‘Uncle’…

Ratigan sees a perfect opportunity. Without warning, he rams Mighty Mouse underneath the chin in a football blocker style hit. MM’s head whips back as he gives a surprised GRUNT. The hit is hard enough to make MM fly backwards across the ring.

RATIGAN

Never!!!

The crowd BOOS and HISSES.

Ratigan rolls to his feet. He gets into a classic three-point stance. He waits for Mighty Mouse to get to hit feet. He doesn’t wait long.

INTERCUT ANNOUNCER

A fight announcer sits at ringside, broadcasting the battle for those listening to the radio.

ANNOUNCER

Oo! That was a nasty hit

by Ratigan! But the new

member of the Classics

takes the hit in stride.

Ladies and gentlemen, I

have never seen any mouse

that comes anywhere near

this Mouse of Muscle for

speed and sheer strength.

He certainly embodies the

name ‘Mighty Mouse.’

Ratigan hits MM again football style, but this time Mighty Mouse is ready, and a battle of strength takes place. Ratigan pushes will all his strength, sweating with the effort. Mighty Mouse is obviously playing around with him. He quickly wins the contest, and tosses Ratigan off his feet to the canvas as if he were a rag doll. Ratigan hits the ring floor HARD, getting his wind knocked out.

Ratigan thinks fast, and sweeps Mighty Mouse’s feet from under him. He hits the canvas.

Mighty Mouse immediately retaliates with a vicious right cross. He drives his fist THROUGH the canvas. WHAM! It narrowly misses Ratigan’s head.

ANNOUNCER

Holy cow! Mighty Mouse launches

a super-powered right at the

defending champion! Ratigan

narrowly escapes contact, as

Mighty Mouse’s fist pounds

through the canvas! You heard

me right, ladies and gentlemen!

And it looks like Mighty Mouse

has got is forearm caught in

the hole he made!

Indeed Mighty Mouse is caught. Ratigan starts kicking him under the chin repeatedly. If nothing else, Ratigan is doing a good job of pissing Mighty Mouse off.

We hear a dangerous growl from Mighty Mouse. He gets himself to one knee. We ZOOM IN on his forearm and see it’s caught in the steel springs that support the canvas.

Mighty Mouse catches Ratigan’s next kick, instantly twists the ankle and breaks it. He drops the foot and follows up with an uppercut that fires Ratigan straight up into the air. This all happens so fast, Ratigan doesn’t have time to register it.

Mighty Mouse yanks his arm free, and spring and canvas pieces go flying.

ANNOUNCER

Mighty Mouse shrugs off the

kicks of Ratigan! He’s so fast,

I can hardly follow him! OOO!

Mighty Mouse just gives an

uppercut to Ratigan that

sends him into orbit! He’s

freed himself from that hole.

And Ratigan’s on his way

back down!

Ratigan falls back down to the canvas, but is prevented from landing. Mighty Mouse leaps into the air and meets him on the way down. He’s holding Ratigan at arm’s length by the throat. They both hang there in the air.

The audience is screaming bloody murder. They want Mighty Mouse to give Ratigan an involuntary dirt nap.

Ratigan sees Mighty Mouse’s muscles ripple. Mighty Mouse draws his arm back. Every muscle in his body swells to its maximum. He’s got all his strength at his command, and Ratigan knows he wants to use it…

RATIGAN

(strained and in pain)

UNCLE! UNCLE!

Mighty Mouse immediately drops Ratigan and returns to his corner.

The match referee enters the ring. He motions for Mighty Mouse to come forward. He raises Mighty Mouse’s arm.

REFEREE

Your winner, and new champion,

Mighty Mouse!!!

The crowd goes bananas.

FADE TO:

INT. ARENA LOCKER ROOM, LATER

Mighty Mouse is alone now. He’s showered, and is just closing the locker door.

He raises his head, his attention caught on something. He turns around, and…

MIGHTY MOUSE’S POV

sees Pearl Pureheart standing just inside the doorway. He blushes, embarrassed.

PEARL

Hi.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Um… hi.

PEARL

They told me you were still

in here.

(beat)

I just wanted to tell you

thanks.

A puzzled look crosses Mighty Mouse’s face.

MIGHTY MOUSE

For what?

PEARL

Saving my life.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Anybody could have done

it –

PEARL

Only you had the ability.

That, and you’re actually

a guy who cares about

folks. That’s really rare

to find in this town.

(beat)

My name is Pearl Pureheart.

She offers her hand. He takes it. She’s surprised at how much control he has over his great strength.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(blushing)

Well, it was nice meeting

you… I, uh, have to be going.

He turns to exit.

PEARL

That costume looks really

good on you.

(beat)

You know, Mouseville needs a

mouse like you. I hope you’re

not going to stay a wrestler.

He turns around and looks Pearl in the eyes. She’s captivated.

PEARL (CONT.)

Would you let me take you

to dinner?

He smiles at her.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE STREETS, NIGHT

Mighty Mouse escorts Pearl back to her home. He is dressed back in that yellow and red costume – evidence that he values Pearl’s opinion. They are both enjoying each other’s company, and are engaged in a lively conversation.

PEARL

So, why did you come to

Mouseville?

MIGHTY MOUSE

(shrugs)

I wanted to come here to

help my fellow mice. I knew

Mouseville was rough, but I

didn’t think it was this bad.

No offense.

PEARL

None taken. You’re right.

It’s pretty rough here.

As they pass a dark alley, they hear a soft PSST. They turn to see what made the sound. They see

PEARL/MIGHTY MOUSE POV

The barrel of a large caliber pistol.

It motions for them to come into the alley. But only Mighty Mouse goes in.

We hear sounds of an off-screen scuffle, and then we see a MUGGER come flying out of the alley.

Pearl jumps back in surprise as Mighty Mouse walks out of the alley. He has the gun in his hand.

He crushes the gun, and hands it to Pearl.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(winks)

Souvenir.

The Mugger runs for it, but Mighty Mouse leaps into the air and then lands in front of him, blocking his escape route. Mighty Mouse grabs the Mugger by the scruff of the neck and hoists him off the ground.

Mighty Mouse walks over to Pearl.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

I don’t feel comfortable

letting you walk home

alone while I take this

guy to the police. Would

you mind if I took you with

me, and then took you

home?

PEARL

I don’t mind at all. Just let

me hail a cab –

MIGHTY MOUSE

(putting his arm around her waist)

We won’t need a cab.

Before Pearl can ask why, Mighty Mouse leaps into the air and climbs into the sky.

PEARL

WE’RE FLYING!

MIGHTY MOUSE

It’s the only way to travel.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE POLICE STATION, CONTINUOUS

Some POLICEMEN stand outside the Police Station chatting. Their attention is captured by the vision of Mighty Mouse flying in and landing in front of them.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Hello, gentlemen. Can you

tell me where to go to drop

off a criminal to be booked?

They stare at him in amazement. One of the Policemen slowly raises his hand and points to the Station door.

As Mighty Mouse carries the Mugger with Pearl following close behind, the Policemen engage in a conversation of an entirely new subject.

POLICEMAN #1

Did you see what I just saw?

POLICEMAN #2

I thought you fixed that

exhaust problem!

POLICEMAN #1

I did! The exhaust isn’t getting

into the car anymore.

POLICEMAN #3

I don’t think that’s a hallucination!

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION, CONTINUOUS

Mighty Mouse is drawing quite a bit of attention to himself. He strides confidently through the halls of the Station, carrying his prisoner the whole time. EVERYBODY peeks around corners, out of office doors, interrogation rooms, etc.

Mighty Mouse finally reaches the booking desk. The OFFICER on duty is engrossed in his paperwork, and doesn’t acknowledge Mighty Mouse’s presence.

Mighty Mouse clears his throat.

The Officer still doesn’t look up.

Mighty Mouse looks at Pearl, shrugs his shoulders and SIGHS.

Mighty Mouse TOSSES the Mugger on top of the desk. THUD!

This gets the Officer’s attention.

OFFICER

Hey! What the heck is going

on?!

MIGHTY MOUSE

Book this guy for assault and

attempted robbery.

The Officer leans over his desk to see Mighty Mouse standing in front of it. He starts to laugh.

OFFICER

Hey, short stuff. I think the circus

left here a few days ago.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Um, I’m not with the circus. I’m

here to offer my services in the

law enforcement department.

Everybody starts to chuckle.

OFFICER

Yeah. Sure…

(sarcastic)

We’re looking for guys just

like you.

MIGHTY MOUSE

No, really! That guy on

your desk – I caught him.

OFFICER

(to a couple of Policemen standing nearby)

Boys, can you please escort

Circus Boy out of here?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Oh, come on! Give me a

chance!

The two Policemen quickly cuff Mighty Mouse’s hands in front of him. They start steering him towards the door.

Mighty Mouse demands to be heard, so he uses his strength once more. The two Policemen can’t move Mighty Mouse. They push him with all their might, but he just won’t budge.

The assembled crowd starts to snicker.

The Officer comes from around his desk carrying his baton.

OFFICER

Listen. I don’t want any trouble

from you, okay? You seem like

a nice guy. A little loopy

upstairs, but still a nice guy.

If you don’t remove yourself

from the premises, I will be

forced to use the baton.

Mighty Mouse gives him a cocked smile.

MIGHTY MOUSE

I wouldn’t do that, if I were

you.

Mighty Mouse brings home his point. He holds out his cuffed hands, his arms start to bulge with his superhuman strength. The Policemen holding him look at each other with trepidation.

Mighty Mouse easily BREAKS the cuffs off of his wrists, then sends the two Policemen flying.

The Officer swings his baton on instinct. The baton SPLINTERS when it hits Mighty Mouse’s chest.

Everybody backs away from Mighty Mouse.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Now will you listen to me?

Everybody shakes their heads in the affirmative.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Alright. I’m offering my

services to help enforce the

law and get the cats out of

Mouseville. Permanently.

If I was going to attack

the city, or the Police

Department, you now know

that I would have easily

done so already.

A murmur runs through the onlookers.

OFFICER

(hesitantly)

What do we call you?

Pearl speaks up.

PEARL

Mighty Mouse. His name is

Mighty Mouse.

OFFICER

I can’t endorse vigilantism.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Then deputize me.

(beat)

(re: onlookers looks)

I won’t break the law in

order to uphold it. That’s

vigilantism. And I won’t

take the place of the

Mouseville Police. They

do a fine job. I’ll be more

of a cavalry of sorts.

OFFICER

So, we still do what we’re

trained and hired to do. And

if something comes up that

we can’t handle –

MIGHTY MOUSE

(nodding)

You got it.

The Policemen gather in a group and talk Mighty Mouse’s proposal over.

The Officer returns.

OFFICER

You’ve got a deal.

Mighty Mouse and the Officer shake hands. Mighty Mouse gives the Officer an small up-close-and-personal taste of the strength the bad guys and cats will be going up against.

OFFICER (CONT.)

Ah! Ouch!

The Officer shakes out his hand.

OFFICER (CONT.)

Um… Could we arrange a

press conference? To

formally introduce you to

Mouseville.

Mighty Mouse shrugs. He doesn’t care.

CUT TO:

INT. PRESS ROOM – LATER

Mighty Mouse and ASSORTED LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICIALS sit along a table. There is a podium with various marked microphones. The Mayor of Mouseville is at the podium. We find him in mid-speech.

MAYOR

…And so, this young gentlemouse

has made an impressive

introduction into our fair city.

The Mayor sits down to polite applause, and the Chief of Police goes to the podium.

CHIEF

I will now entertain questions from

the Press.

Immediately, a rather SNOOTY REPORTER jumps to her feet.

SNOOTY REPORTER

Chief Montery, is the Police

Department endorsing

vigilantism with the

deputizing of a supposed

super-powered mouse?

The reporter sits back down as the Chief answers.

CHIEF

No. This department does not

encourage nor promote vigilantism.

However, if Mighty Mouse here

should find himself in need of

using his physical power to

control cats and lawbreakers,

then we will not interfere.

(re: another REPORTER stands)

REPORTER #2

Why is he named Mighty Mouse?

I don’t think he’s all that tough.

CHIEF

I’ll let Mighty Mouse himself

field that question.

The Chief steps aside and Mighty Mouse moves to the podium.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(motioning to the first row of REPORTERS)

Could you all please come up

to the front here and all sit on

the table.

(to DIGNITARIES seated at table)

All of you as well, please.

They all do – the Dignitaries with confidence, the Reporters with not more than a little trepidation.

Mighty Mouse moves to stand in back of the table, right in the middle. He then bends over and hoists the mice-laden table above his head with one hand.

Everyone GASPS in amazement. Flash bulbs go off everywhere in the room.

Mighty Mouse gently sets the table back down. The mice all get off quickly and return to their respective seats.

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

If there are no further

questions, I will take my

leave.

Before any other Reporter can respond, Mighty Mouse is out the door.

We ZOOM OUT to find we are looking at

A TELEVISION SCREEN

We PULL OUT even more to see

INT. A SPARTAN LIVING ROOM, CONTINUOUS

A BLACK CAT slumped in a recliner watching the TV. He wears a black Zoot-suit, white spats and has a black, long, pencil-thin moustache straight out of 1920s Serial reel. The gent looks bored. His name is OIL CAN HARRY.

HARRY

(to himself)

A muscle-bound mouse, eh?

(chuckles)

Those mice will believe anything.

Harry rises from his chair and stretches out his lanky frame. He cracks his back.

Harry walks to a window and looks out at the Mouseville skyline. He sighs.

HARRY

I need something to do…

ANYTHING.

We FAVOR Harry as he walks into a small den. It’s walls are lined with bookshelves filled with various tomes. We notice that most deal with the subject of famous outlaws, criminals, and other ruffians.

Harry plops down in his burgundy leather, high-back desk chair. He swivels back and forth, thinking. He stares at a bronze bust of the infamous outlaw Clyde Barrow.

We see a slow, conniving smile spread across his face.

FADE TO:

INT. PEARL’S APARTMENT, FOYER, EVENING

We see Pearl saying goodbye to someone on the other side of her apartment door.

Pearl closes the door and leans her back up against it. She sighs. We can tell she’s in love.

PEARL

(to no one there)

I can’t believe it! He likes

me. And even more

surprising… I like him!

(she groans)

Aw, but he’s probably got

lots of girlfriends… I mean,

look at him!

EXT. MOUSEVILLE ALLEYS NEAR CAT TOWN, EVENING

A HEAD peeks around the corner, out of a dark alleyway. The head belongs to Oil Can Harry. We see him WATCHING A MOUSE LEAVE THE APARTMENT DRESSED IN A YELLOW AND RED COSTUME. Harry’s eyes WIDEN as the Mouse doesn’t walk away, but FLIES instead.

HARRY

(to himself)

A mouse dressed like a clown

that flies? I thought the only

rats with wings were bats.

I suppose pigs will get

into the act soon, too. But,

no matter. I need my

Bonnie…

Harry walks AT THE CAMERA, then out of frame.

CUT TO:

INT. PEARL’S APARTMENT, CONTINUOUS

Pearl is on the phone, talking with her FATHER.

PEARL

(into phone)

Yes, yes. I know. A girl has

to be careful.

(beat)

I don’t go looking for

trouble, dad. Besides, this

guy’s not trouble. He’s, well,

kinda’ hard to describe.

A KNOCKING at her door momentarily grabs her attention.

PEARL (CONT.)

I gotta go, dad. Somebody’s

at the door.

(beat)

Yeah, I know. I will. I love

you, too. Bye.

She hangs up the phone and answers the door.

We FRAME PEARL as she opens the door, catching her SHOCKED expression.

PEARL (CONT.)

Yes…? EEEEEK!!!

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY, CONTINUOUS

Oil Can Harry JUMPS at Pearl’s outburst. No sooner is the scream issued, than another loud CRASH is heard off-screen. Harry is BLIND-SIDED by a blur of yellow and red.

As the law of inertia would have it, objects in motion tend to stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force. The blur becomes Mighty Mouse suddenly stopped in front of Pearl’s door, while Harry goes flying down the hall, and crashing through another tenant’s door.

With the new door opened, MUSIC starts floating through the hallway. Mighty Mouse’s ears PERK UP.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Oh, that’s very nice.

(to Pearl)

What is it? I’ve never heard

it before.

PEARL

(peeking out her door)

Um… it’s an Aria from an

Opera written by the

famous Mouseville

composer Mouszart. It’s

called Veni Vidi Vici.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(beat, re: Tenor Soloist)

What’s he singing?

PEARL

I think he’s saying, "Here I

came. I came and saved

your people. I came and

saved your heart. I

conquered them all. I

came and saved you."

Mighty Mouse smiles. He starts to hum the Aria’s melody line. He walks to the apartment where Harry ended up stopping. Just as he reaches the broken door, we hear off-screen:

MALE VOICE

What the heck? What are

you doing in my apartment?

INT. NEIGHBOR’S APARTMENT, CONTINUOUS

MIGHTY MOUSE’S POV

as he sees to his left, a TALL, MALE MOUSE dressed in very loud paisley pajamas. To his right, Oil Can Harry looking disheveled. He also hasn’t really registered what just happened to him.

MIGHTY MOUSE

(to Mouse)

Sir, can you please back

away? I have everything

under control –

TALL MOUSE

Hey, aren’t you that guy

from the wrestling thing?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Um… yeah… but I’m

not wrestling any more.

That was a one-time

thing –

Oil Can Harry uses this quick exchange as an opportunity to slip out. Mighty Mouse sees that something’s amiss:

MIGHTY MOUSE (CONT.)

Wait a second. Where’d that

cat go?

CUT TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE STREETS, NIGHT

That Cat is high-tailing it down the streets back to Cat Town…

HARRY

Damn it! Not only can that

mouse fly, he’s fast and

strong, too. Well, he’s still

just a mouse, and I’m still

a cat! Bonnie and Clyde

will strike Mouseville! And

that rat won’t be able to

do a thing about it!

FADE TO:

INT. GYM, EARLY MORNING

Mike is lifting some light weights, trying to fit into general society. He’s got a well-built SPOTTER beside the bench press. It looks like Mike’s getting away with faking who he really is. Although, the Spotter is a tad suspicious, as Mike isn’t breaking a sweat. Too bad it’s too early at the gym – Mike and the Spotter are the only folks there…

SPOTTER

--And three... two… one…

great!

(re: Mike)

You wanna’ try something

heavier?

MIKE

Sure.

As the Spotter starts putting on more weights, Mike’s sharp hearing picks up the sounds of a struggle between a FEMALE and a MALE. To us, it sounds like we’re hearing VOICES IN A TUNNEL. They’re coming from outside the gym. Mike looks out the gym’s window and watches.

He isn’t paying attention to the Spotter. The Spotter sees an opportunity to have a little fun with Mike. The Spotter is actually jealous of Mike’s ease with the bench press.

As Mike keeps his attention focused out the window:

SPOTTER

Let’s go, Mike!

Without thinking, Mike lifts over 800 pounds in a rapid set. The Spotter is flabbergasted.

Mike suddenly BOLTS up to a sitting position, as Oil Can Harry runs gleefully by the window carrying a struggling Pearl Pureheart.

His mind elsewhere, Mike hands the weights over to the Spotter. The Spotter CRASHES to the floor, unable to hold, let alone budge the weights pinning him to the floor.

SPOTTER

ARGH!

MIKE

(re: Spotter)

Whoops! Sorry about that…

Mike lifts the weights off the Spotter and sets them back onto the bench press rack.

Before the Spotter can clamber back onto his feet, Mike has changed into his Mighty Mouse costume and has flown out the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE ALLEYS, MORNING

Oil Can Harry is running through the maze-like alleys of the rougher part of Mouseville. He carries a kicking, screaming Pearl Pureheart under one arm, and what looks to be like a little remote control on a key chain in the other hand.

PEARL

Let me go, you flea-bitten

fur bag!!

HARRY

I think not, my dear. You and

I shall bring this city to it’s

knees! Bonnie and Clyde

will once again ride high. In

fact, we could be greater

than them. Wouldn’t that be

wonderful?

PEARL

Ugh! No! I don’t want any

part of you delusions!

(screams)

HEEEELLLLP!!!

Suddenly, a strong TENOR SINGING VOICE cuts through the air behind Harry and Pearl. It sings the melody line of the Aria we heard earlier:

TENOR VOICE

(singing)

Here I come to save the

day!!

PEARL

It’s Mighty Mouse!

Harry steals a look behind him.

HARRY’S POV

Mighty Mouse closing in fast.

HARRY

Drat!

Harry picks up the pace. He pushes a button on the little remote control.

INTERCUT BLACK SEDAN

as its ENGINE STIRS TO LIFE.

The remote is one of those fancy ones that not only unlocks the car, it starts it from far away as well.

Harry reaches the car, opens the driver’s side door, and tosses Pearl into the passenger seat before hopping in himself.

INT. HARRY’S SEDAN, CONTINUOUS

Harry’s behind the wheel.

HARRY

Always nice to have a

running start!

(beat)

Are we having pun yet?

Pearl GROANS at Harry’s bad jokes as he PEALS OUT.

PEARL

A comedian you’re not.

Take some lessons from

Blue-Jay Leno.

Suddenly, the car comes to a SUDDEN STOP. Harry’s close enough forward that he whacks his head on the steering wheel. He is stunned. Pearl is fine, as her seatbelt does its job.

EXT. HARRY’S CAR, MOUSEVILLE STREETS, DAY, CONTINUOUS

We PAN to the back of the car and see Mighty Mouse holding the car’s rear end off the ground by the bumper and undercarriage.

Harry sees him in the rear-view mirror. He throws the car into PARK, kicks the door open, and high-tails it down the street.

Mighty Mouse puts down the car and checks on Pearl.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Are you okay?

PEARL

(nods)

You’ve got to catch him

before he crosses city

limits into Cat Town.

Once he does, you won’t

be able to get him.

Mighty Mouse looks after Harry with a new determination. He takes one last look at Pearl, then leaps into the air and flies after Harry in hot pursuit.

EXT. MOUSEVILLE STREETS, DAY, CONTINUOUS

Harry is sprinting down the street. We see the MOUSEVILLE CITY LIMITS sign coming up fast.

But, Harry can’t outrun Mighty Mouse. Before he knows it, Harry’s yanked off his feet and thrown back towards Mouseville.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Where do you think you’re

going, Cat?

HARRY

Cat? Cat?! I’m not just

an ordinary cat! I’m a

master criminal ranking

right up there with Al

Capone and Clyde

Barrow!

MIGHTY MOUSE

Ooo. I’m scared.

Harry gets into a fighting position.

HARRY

Don’t you know who I

am?

MIGHTY MOUSE

Nope. And frankly, I

don’t care.

Harry is enraged and swings a wild punch at Mighty Mouse.

HARRY

Oil Can Harry! You’d

better learn it, because

you’ll be seeing a lot

more of me! And so will

Pearl!

Mighty Mouse dodges the punch, and counters with a strong right-cross of his own. Harry feels like he’s been hit by a freight train. He goes flying back into some TRASHCANS down the street.

MIGHTY MOUSE

You are not going to

touch her again, "Oil

Can Harry!"

Mighty Mouse is all over Harry, raining down a flurry of punches. Harry tries to fight back, but Mighty Mouse is too fast. One last good jab sends Oil Can Harry into Dreamland.

Mighty Mouse picks Harry up by the scruff of his neck. He flies over to Pearl.

MIGHTY MOUSE

Here he is, Pearl. He calls

himself Oil Can Harry.

PEARL

Get him out of here.

I don’t care what you do

with him, just get him

out of my sight.

Mighty Mouse nods. He flies off with Harry.

CUT TO:

EXT. PRISON, DAY

Establishing shot. Mighty Mouse flies over the fencing and barbwire carrying Harry.

INT. HARRY’S JAIL CELL, DAY

Oil Can Harry holds onto the cell bars while looking hatefully at Mighty Mouse. He spits out his portion of the conversation with Mighty Mouse.

HARRY

You only think you’ve one,

but this was just a skirmish

in a war that has just begun.

(leans closer to Mighty Mouse)

This isn’t over, you muscle-

bound rat. Pearl will be

mine, along with this

whole stinking city…

MIGHTY MOUSE

(leans even closer to Harry’s face)

Not while I’m around.

Mighty Mouse and Harry stare each other down. Harry has a look of pure hatred, while Mighty Mouse offers a self-assured, cocky half-grin.

FADE TO:

EXT. MOUSEVILLE STREETS, A FEW DAYS LATER, MORNING

We see Pearl walking down the much improved Business section of Mouseville. She looks happy, content.

He attention is drawn UPWARD to the sky, as we hear:

MIGHTY MOUSE (O.S.)

(Tenor singing)

Here I come to save the day!

Mighty Mouse shoots by above her on a rescue call.

She smiles to herself – a beat – then continues walking. She continues to smile.

THE END

*This story is intended to be a "fill-in" along the Mighty Mouse timeline. It is intended to solve a few "origination" questions. ENTRADA story idea by BCDavis, 1998. "Mighty Mouse," "Pearl Pureheart" and "Oil Can Harry" characters created by Terry-Toons and are copyright Ó Viacom, all rights reserved. They are used without permission as a fan-fic offering.