You have disturbed the dirt! Uh, pardon me? You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around...

Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Milo: Uh, pardon me? Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries! [pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags] Mole: What have you done? England must never merge with France! Milo: What's it doing in my bed? Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up! Milo: Me? I'm, uh... Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough. [grabs Milo's hand] Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go! Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. [takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails] Mole: Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend. [looks at dirt under magnifying lenses] Mole: Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. [tastes dirt] Mole: And linguist.