A mouse (plural: mice) is a small mammal belonging to the order of rodents, characteristically having a pointed snout, small rounded ears, and a long naked or almost hairless tail. The best known mouse species is the common house mouse (Mus musculus). It is also a popular pet. In some places, certain kinds of field mice are also common. This rodent is eaten by large birds such as hawks and eagles. They are known to invade homes for food and occasionally shelter.
The American White-footed Mouse (Peromyscus leucopus) and the deer mouse (Peromyscus maniculatus), as well as other common species of mouse-like rodents around the world, also sometimes live in houses. These, however, are in other genera.
Cats, wild dogs, foxes, birds of prey, snakes and even certain kinds of arthropods have been known to prey heavily upon mice. Nevertheless, because of its remarkable adaptability to almost any environment, the mouse is one of the most successful mammalian genera living on Earth today.
Mice can at times be harmful rodents, damaging and eating crops, causing structural damage and spreading diseases through their parasites and feces. In North America, breathing dust that has come in contact with mouse excrement has been linked to hantavirus, which may lead to Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome (HPS).
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In the Year 400, Ireland has become overrun with man-eating snakes. The people live in fear of The Mighty Set (The Serpent God) and his High Priestess Lisseth, who commands his snake army on Earth. Hope arrives in the form of BLACKTRICK, the baddest, blackest motherfucker from South Central Belfast. Will his master swordplay and heavy artillery be enough to drive these snakes out of Ireland once and for all?
Keywords: blaxploitation, cult, mind-control, snake-worship, sorcery
When he's not driving the snakes out of Ireland, he's driving the ladies wild!
If you're a snake in the grass, he'll be whoopin' yo ass!
Blacktrick: My name's Blacktrick, and I'm here to purge the land of the poisonous venom that has infected my people.
Blacktrick: What, you ain't never heard of the black Irish?
High Priestess Lisseth: So, back again, just in time for our erotic dance of snake worship? I'm sure that's no coincidence. Like what you see? Then come to our side. We have central air. And orgies. You like the way that sounds, Blacktrick. Don't you? Don't you?
High Priestess Lisseth: Town whore? Oh, you really belong on our side. They're Catholic. You die, you go to Hell. We're snake worshippers. That's fucking awesome. We have lots and lots of sex, drink blood. Then we die and... I guess we have more sex. In another dimension, or something.
Town Whore: So I hear we're about to be devoured by Satanic snakes. Or something. Anybody wanna get fucked before that happens? I'm running a snake invasion special!
The Walls Tell The Story
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Uncle Tak, the old martial-arts master and medicine in normal life has severe problems with his former student Jonny, who wants nothing more than to kill his old master to show everyone who the real master is. Uncle Tak wants Jet, his best student, to come over from China to the US. Jet gets no green card, but finally manages to come as a tourist. Jet is not familiar with the American way of life, but all the better with the way of fighting.
Keywords: action-hero, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, ambush, bank, bank-clerk, bank-manager, beach, bo-staff, brawl, bus
May: [May has Jet arrested for trespassing in Uncle Tak's shop but gets him out on bail and tries to talk to him] Jet! I went through a lot of trouble to bail your out of there. Some thanks would be appreciated.::Jet: So why you lock me up then?::May: [dryly] Well look, you asked for it.::Jet: [calmly] No.::May: Look, it's my job to look after the shop, okay?::Jet: [Jet's not listening to May, he's trying to concentrate on what happened to Master Tak] I worried that... Master Tak got hurt in a fight.::May: [frustrated] You Chinese men and all your stupid fighting! It's what ruins our reputation here in America!::Jet: [irritated] You don't even know what you're talking about. You've got problems, don't blame me! You're too worried about... about your reputation, right? Goodbye! [Jet storms off and the Barrio Boyz, follow him]
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A collection of short gags based on classic nursery rhymes and fairy tales. Mary, Mary Quite Contrary, in her best 'Katharine Hepburn' (qv), tells us how her garden is really doing. Humpty Dumpty doesn't completely crack up. Jack and Jill go up the hill and have too much fun to come down. Little Miss Muffet frightens the spider off. The Three Little Pigs give the Big Bad Wolf a bottle of mouth-wash. A parade of wooden soldiers, in perfect formation from the waist up. Starlight, Starbright: A dog gets his wish a tree. Jack be nimble but not quite nimble enough. The old lady in the shoe made the old man very happy. (A gag involving Hiawatha, trimmed from the TV version.) Finally, the night before Christmas, and one stirring mouse tells the other to be quiet.
Keywords: based-on-fairy-tale, big-bad-wolf, cartoon-dog, cartoon-pig, cartoon-spider, cartoon-wolf, character-name-in-title, christmas, dog, garden
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Chester Kent produces musical comedies on the stage. With the beginning of the talkies era he changes to producing short musical prologues for movies. This is stressful to him, because he always needs new units and his rival is stealing his ideas. He can get an contract with a producer if he is able to stage in three days three new prologues. In spite of great problems, he does it.
Keywords: aquatic-dancing, aspirin, audition, billboard, black-cat, blackmail, bra, brawl, broken-engagement, brother-sister-relationship
Climaxing Warner Bros.' glittering parade of musicals!
Glorious "42nd Street"--magnificent "Golddiggers"--actually surpassed by the master makers of musical films!
Jimmy Cagney singing and dancing for the first time on the screen!
Stupendous dance spectacles with hundreds of glorified beauties, staged under water! New laughs and song hits from Gold Diggers' famous stars...
All directed and staged by the internationally famous creators of "42nd Street", Lloyd Bacon and Busby Berkeley. CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF MISSING IT?
Chester Kent: Sometimes I get the feeling you don't like anybody.::Nan Prescott: If you only knew.
Nan Prescott: You scram, before I wrap a chair around your neck!::Vivian Rich: [Angrily] It's three o'clock in the morning - where do you want me to go? [Nan starts to speak, but Vivian immediately cuts her off] You cheap stenographer...::Nan Prescott: Outside, countess. As long as they've got sidewalks YOU'VE got a job. [Shoves her out, gives her a swift kick in the rump, and slams the door behind her]
Nan Prescott: I wouldn't beef about being locked up with the man I love!
Nan Prescott: I know Miss B - Rich, if you remember.
Chester Kent: Listen, Nan, send a new boy and girl on right away, and make sure they're not in love with each other.::Nan Prescott: Right.::Chester Kent: Uh, get a couple already married.
Charlie Bowers: Is there, is there anything I can do?::Chester Kent: Yeah. See that window over there?::Charlie Bowers: Yeah.::Chester Kent: Take a running jump and I think you can make it.
Chester Kent: Aw, talking pictures, it's just a fad.
Vivian Rich: You said you'd marry me and you're going to marry me!
Chester Kent: Hello, Vivian. This is Miss Rich. My secretary, Miss Prescott.::Nan Prescott: I know Miss Bi... Rich, if you remember.
Chester Kent: Well, I sure know how to pick 'em.::Nan Prescott: You said it, Papa.::Chester Kent: Maybe you should help me next time, huh?::Nan Prescott: What do you think I've been trying to do?
and there's just so many things you'd like to do you'd
love to dream people are so satisfied with hate today and
now you know for sure your heart is on be frank be honest
i know how hard you've tried let's make a pact again
tonight and there's a shift in the economy in argentina
that air i'm told i must breathe so please bring me down
farther south where it's hot hey longview i am the mouse
this much is true take in the poison each time new and i
had it all to stand ten feet tall to take in the poison
don't take it back there was a time in the hall where we
all lost our heads if fear is the only thing that you
bring change that to be love instead i am the mouse this
much is true i'm taking the poison a gift from you and i
had it all to stand ten feet tall to take in the poison
to take it straight down where you can crown yourself as
king i bide myself time by myself hit me and there's a
million things things we'd like to do we'd like to dream
people are so cold to find people are so satisfied with
(now, now I know I'm not crazy. the fucking mouse, the mouse is back again. and I got him here, mother fff - he's in the fucking radiator. this prick, and he's lay - he's eating a fucking Dorito. and I can't get him. and he's looking at me, and he'll still eat the Dorito. he's behind the fucking - i'm gonna fucking kill him. this is war. now this is war. now watch what happens.) [Todd Farrington]
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she can't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
blue and red of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she won't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
a candle marks her tears
the flame will fade
she'll greet the dawn in disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
took the flower back
his wayward love had been misled
the level's rising
steps into the stream
we're so misled
she'll watch the pain the level's rising
blue and reds of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising