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The Secret of NIMH part 4
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Match the words to the sentences

afraid, children, exhausted, hear, hush, loudmouth, mom, sick, tail, you

JEREMY: Say! You were a girl once! You could teach me how to...you know, how to...

MRS BRISBY: Behave yourself?

JEREMY: I'm not that bad! I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, I have got to go home!

JEREMY: Well let me...Let me fly you home! We can talk on the way!

MRS BRISBY: Oh, no thank you. I'm afraid of heights.

JEREMY: OK, then we'll walk.

MRS BRISBY: Bye now.

JEREMY: I think I got real potential, I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?

MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, you're stepping on my (1)_________________.

JEREMY: Oh! Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me...

MARTIN: Maybe I should go look for (2)_________________.

TERESA: I don't think so Martin.

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby! Briiiiiisby!

TERESA: Oh! Auntie Shrew!

CYNTHIA: Oh Auntie!

MARTIN: Oh no....

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

TERESA: She'll wake up Timothy!

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

TERESA: She's not here!

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

MARTIN: Why is she always coming around here, poking her nose in where she's not wanted?

TERESA: Martin!

AUNTIE SHREW: Thank (3)_________________ child. I must speak with your mother. Your Auntie is (4)_________________! Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous! Brisby!

TERESA: Mother isn't here.

CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

AUNTIE SHREW: Cynthia dearest, don't pull me. She's not here? She left you (5)_________________alone then?

MARTIN: I'm old enough.

AUNTIE SHREW: ...rats in the field up to heaven knows what kind of mischief...Cynthia dear, don't fidgit! You're so like your mother!

MARTIN: I ain't scared of nothing!

TERESA: She went to see Mr. Ages.

AUNTIE SHREW: To Ages? That old flim-flam! Whatever for?

CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

AUNTIE SHREW: Patience, my pet. Why to Ages?

CYNTHIA: Timmy's (6)_________________!

TERESA: Timothy is very ill.

AUNTIE SHREW: Timmy ill? How dreadful!

MARTIN: I'm not afraid of the dark!

Auntie Shrew: Martin!

Martin: I'm not (7)_________________ of the farmer!

AUNTIE SHREW: ...I can't (8)_________________!

MARTIN: .....I'm not even scared of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of...of...of the Great Owl!

AUNTIE SHREW: Will you hush up?

MARTIN: Aw, you (9)_________________ up!

TERESA: Martin!

AUNTIE SHREW: Precocious monster!

MARTIN: Bossing bullfrog!

AUNTIE SHREW: Spoiled brat!

MARTIN: (10)_________________!

AUNTIE SHREW: Oh! Well! That will be quite enough, thank you! Cast not pearls before swine, I always say...and that includes impudent piglets! Good day! Ahh! Oh! You-You impertinent little…

MRS BRISBY: Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on?

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answers:

JEREMY: Say! You were a girl once! You could teach me how to...you know, how to...

MRS BRISBY: Behave yourself?

JEREMY: I'm not that bad! I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, I have got to go home!

JEREMY: Well let me...Let me fly you home! We can talk on the way!

MRS BRISBY: Oh, no thank you. I'm afraid of heights.

JEREMY: OK, then we'll walk.

MRS BRISBY: Bye now.

JEREMY: I think I got real potential, I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?

MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, you're stepping on my (1)tail.

JEREMY: Oh! Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me...

MARTIN: Maybe I should go look for (2)Mom.

TERESA: I don't think so Martin.

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby! Briiiiiisby!

TERESA: Oh! Auntie Shrew!

CYNTHIA: Oh Auntie!

MARTIN: Oh no....

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

TERESA: She'll wake up Timothy!

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

TERESA: She's not here!

AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!

MARTIN: Why is she always coming around here, poking her nose in where she's not wanted?

TERESA: Martin!

AUNTIE SHREW: Thank (3)you child. I must speak with your mother. Your Auntie is (4)exhausted! Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous! Brisby!

TERESA: Mother isn't here.

CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

AUNTIE SHREW: Cynthia dearest, don't pull me. She's not here? She left you (5)children alone then?

MARTIN: I'm old enough.

AUNTIE SHREW: ...rats in the field up to heaven knows what kind of mischief...Cynthia dear, don't fidgit! You're so like your mother!

MARTIN: I ain't scared of nothing!

TERESA: She went to see Mr. Ages.

AUNTIE SHREW: To Ages? That old flim-flam! Whatever for?

CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!

AUNTIE SHREW: Patience, my pet. Why to Ages?

CYNTHIA: Timmy's (6)sick!

TERESA: Timothy is very ill.

AUNTIE SHREW: Timmy ill? How dreadful!

MARTIN: I'm not afraid of the dark!

Auntie Shrew: Martin!

Martin: I'm not (7)afraid of the farmer!

AUNTIE SHREW: ...I can't (8)hear!

MARTIN: .....I'm not even scared of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of...of...of the Great Owl!

AUNTIE SHREW: Will you hush up?

MARTIN: Aw, you (9)hush up!

TERESA: Martin!

AUNTIE SHREW: Precocious monster!

MARTIN: Bossing bullfrog!

AUNTIE SHREW: Spoiled brat!

MARTIN: (10)Loudmouth!

AUNTIE SHREW: Oh! Well! That will be quite enough, thank you! Cast not pearls before swine, I always say...and that includes impudent piglets! Good day! Ahh! Oh! You-You impertinent little…

MRS BRISBY: Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on?