Today, we are going to tell the story of Ratatouille. Be sure to set your device to play in order and not on shuffle. That way you won't miss a moment. Everybody has dreams, even rats. If you'd like to find out what happens when a rat named Remy travels to Paris, your story is about to be served. We begin in the French countryside. It's here in a quaint old farmhouse where we meet our hero, Remy, a rat with a highly developed sense of smell and taste. In fact, his nose was so good that his dad, Django, made him the official poison checker for the rat colony. His job was to smell every piece of garbage to make sure it was safe to eat. Clean. Clean. Cleanerific. Cleanerino. Remy loved delicious food and didn't understand why the rats stole garbage. He tried explaining his feelings to his father. We're thieves, Dad, and what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage. If we're going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen? But Django wasn't having it. Stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous. Remy couldn't help himself. Humans cooked. They took delicious fresh food and did wonderful things to it to make dishes that were even more delicious. Remy wanted to be able to cook, too, just like his hero, Auguste Gusteau, the greatest chef in Paris. The only one who knew about Remy's secret love for cooking was his brother, Emile. One day, Remy coaxed Emile to sneak with him into the farmhouse kitchen. The old lady of the house was sleeping in the next room in front of the TV. Emile was nervous. Not good. Don't like it. She's gonna wake up. I've been down here a million times. She turns on the cooking channel, boom, she never wakes up. Just then, Remy noticed Chef Gusteau on the TV in the next room. Great cooking is not for the faint of heart. Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great. Oh, Remy felt like the great chef was talking just to him. The narrator of the TV program continued with some bad news. Gusteau's restaurant lost one of its five stars after a scathing review by France's top food critic, Anton Higo. It was a severe blow to Gusteau, and the broken-hearted chef died shortly afterwards. But Remy had no time to be sad because the old lady was now awake and aiming a shotgun at them. Run! She nearly missed him, but continued to blast huge holes in the ceiling until finally, a massive chunk of the ceiling came crashing down. And with it came the attic floor and all the surprised rats of the colony. Django remained calm and barked out orders. Evacuate everyone to the boats! As the rats evacuated, Remy darted back to the kitchen to retrieve his beloved cookbook by Chef Gusteau. Meanwhile, on the riverbank, Django directed the rats into makeshift boats. The boats pushed off, leaving Remy behind. Hey, wait for me! But things went from bad to worse as the old lady reappeared. The shotgun blast hit so close that it knocked Remy into the water. He climbed onto the book and paddled into a drainpipe after the other rats. But he never caught them. Then, before he could catch his breath, Remy found himself at the crest of an enormous waterfall. He tried to paddle away, but the current was too strong. He tumbled over the edge and into the water. Then everything went black.