"Aye, catch ye I will, and ye'll be makin' no mistake about it!" With surprising speed, the dragon lurches forward, snagging Carrie's tiny form with one massive hand.
"Eep!" Carrie meeks, and struggles to get free.
"Hahaha! Dinnae ye know that what a dragon wants, a dragon gets? Now, to be makin' sure ye never bother me again!" Slowly, the dragon brings Carrie to her mouth, and dangles her above the massive, fangly maw.
But as a cartoon mouse, Carrie is incredibly resourceful. The moment she is dropped, Carrie shifts her feet upward, and lands instead on the dragon's snout. She runs in place as she gains speed, battering her feet against the snout, and soon is off like a shot, running up her head and down her back, laughing giddily all the way. Soon, Carrie has vanished from sight.
"And don't you know," her voice calls out from somewhere in the room, "That the bigger they are, the harder they fall? Haven't you EVER watched one of these cartoons? I'm going to win this."
"Like bloody hell you are," The dragon says, her voice shaky as her snout is still shaking up and down. She snaps her good hand over it to stop it and then notices a fairly large mousehole in the wall. "Got ye now, lassie..."
The dragon darts down and shoves her arm through the hole, and grasps Carrie's tiny body, pulling it out. "I'll squish ye till ye pop fer this!" She snarls as she pulls the tiny mouse out.
But there's something strange about her... the eyes look painted on, hair looks like a wig... and is that something written across her chest?
"T... N... T? What the bloody hell does that..." BOOM! The dynamite decoy mouse explodes, leaving black char marks all over the dragon's body, broken only by her blinking white eyes, "... mean?" she finishes, and swoons heavily, back and forth.