The Mouse
"Thank you, Faith!" Bea said with a smile, looking impeccably classy in a red sequinned gown...although her next words of course erased any illusion of class. "I'mma call your left thigh Thanksgiving and your right thigh Christmas. Holler if I can visit you between the holidays. ANYWAY!"
Oh god, Bea. Stop. Please.
"First up this week... we have the return of one of my personal favorites! She's cute, she's talented, she's got big ears... no, it's not Jennifer Garner, it's... THE MOUSE!"
"I have to admit," the familiar-sounding distorted version of The Mouse's voice started out. "I wasn't sure that I was actually any good at singing. A girl's daddy isn't exactly the best judge when it comes to the real world."
The mouse sat down on a couch as two other mice, one light and one dark, wrestled on the floor in front of her.
"But then I went on the show, and everyone seemed to love me," the astonishment in her squeaky voice was very apparent. "Because here..." the clip dissolved to the dark mouse graduating from a special high school and going off to a prestigious university, then to the light mouse doing a photo shoot. "I don't have to step back and let my brothers take up all of the spotlights."