 Then I won't have to go around and find another mouse to take the rap for me. Oh, Hugh, look, look. Hey, Pop, come here, the mouse, the mouse, the mouse. No, no, don't cry, Junior. The mouse, Hugh, the mouse, the mouse. Don't cry. A dead mouse won't hurt you. I ain't worried about the dead one, but you shouldn't have killed him. Why, Junior? Four more just came to his funeral. No!