[Mrs. Brisby is riding in a boat with Nicodemus and Justin when a rock falls, barely missing them] Justin: That was close. Mrs. Brisby: What's up there? Justin: The mill. It's falling apart. I hope it stays up there...at least until we're done with The Plan. Mrs. Brisby: "The Plan"? What is "The Plan"? Nicodemus: Why, to live without stealing, of course. Justin: It's wrong to take electricity from the farmer. Nicodemus: [To Mrs. Brisby] My child, we can no longer live as rats. We know too much.

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