Boy, it got quiet fast. Remy could tell when someone didn't want to talk about something, although in the past, he had usually been the one shutting down -- on his dad, on Emile, even, in terms of communication, on Linguini. Whatever was in that movie box that Scarecrow had taken, it was really bothering him. Maybe something frightening?

Then, Meche answered his question about movies. Mice? They make movies about mice? Why would they want to do that? Mice aren't anywhere near as interesting as --

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Animals are... great." The last word was clipped, as if he wasn't completely convinced. He continued in an easier tone. "I don't think I would want to watch a movie about a dog or a cat, though. Maybe... if they made them about birds, or... rats or something."

He looked back and forth between Meche and Scarecrow. It was inevitable that they would both recoil and denounce the mere idea of rat-based entertainment... wasn't it?