"Come out, come out wherever you arrrrre..." the dragon calls out, and bends down to search for Carrie at the floor level.
Carrie's heart races - she's getting closer - what is a mouse to do? And that's when she sees it. As is often true in cartoons, a convenient tool is right within reach, an ironic one at that, a mousetrap. A plan races through her mind, and a sly smile spreads across her mousey lips.
She maneuvers the mousetrap to the edge of the bed and sits next to it, sticking her tail out into plain sight. She waves it about, and whistles to get the dragon's attention.
"Ah HA!" the dragon cries triumphantly, as she reaches out to grab Carrie. However, Carrie is too fast and runs back under the bed. With a sharp snap, the mousetrap snaps over the dragon's fingers.
"OWWWW!!" the dragon cries out, desperately trying to shake the trap off her swollen, throbbing fingers.
"Carrie?!" John calls out from his impromptu prison, "what's going on?!"
But Carrie is a bit occupied at the moment, as is the dragon. She's so occupied by her pain that she doesn't notice Carrie slipping out and darting behind the dragon, and taking a large bite into her tail.
"EEEYAAOOWW!!!" the dragon calls out, now cradling her tail as well as her hand.