Rescuer: Miss Bianca (The Rescuers and The Rescuers Down Under)

Rescuer: Miss Bianca (The Rescuers and The Rescuers Down Under)

Name meaning: French, “White”

Miss Bianca, the Hungarian representative of the Rescue Aid Society is a sophisticated white mouse with a compassionate heart. Despite her elegant femininity, she is not afraid to get her paws dirty. She will arrive late to a meeting while hurriedly spritzing perfume, pack multiple, bulging suitcases with wardrobe changes (getting someone else to carry the load while she carries only a purse), refuse to fasten her seatbelt so that her dress won’t get wrinkled, yet she thinks nothing of running out of a fancy dinner for the sake of a mission and swapping lavender moiré and pearls for khaki shorts and hiking boots. She is a rodent bombshell straight out of Laren Stover’s Bombshell Manual of Style. She is soft-hearted, charming, and has a sense of humor about life—she is kind about Bernard’s triskaidekaphobia, makes friends with cats, kids, and ornery albatrosses alike, and loves the simple and the sophisticated in life equally. She finds adventure in plane flights and treks in the Australian outback. Bianca is the classiest of the Disney mice (can’t you just see her charming Roquefort from The Aristocats?), less saccharine than Minnie, and a hopeless romantic.
Miss Bianca Bites
Bianca: [watching Orville fly] Doesn't he fly beautifully?
Bianca: Well, after all, waking him up in the middle of the night. Wouldn't you be grumpy too?
Bianca: "I am... In a terrible... terrible trouble." Oh. Oh, dear. It's all watered out. "H-h-hurry! Help! Penny."
Bianca: Captain you fly beautifully. It's just like being on a roller scooter.
Bernard: He just went through a red light.
Bianca: I do that all the time, darling. Now come on, stop worrying.
Bernard: [about the seat belts] Miss Bianca, make sure it's fastened good and tight.
Bianca: I can't. It'll wrinkle my dress.
Bianca: Poor Evinrude. Your carburetor is all pooped out.

Bernard: [Climbing the steps to board Orville] …eleven, twelve...Oh no. There, there are thirteen steps on this ladder.
Bianca: [chuckles] Why don't you jump the last one?
Bianca: Oh, look! The little girl's treasures!

Miss Bianca: But you don't understand. A boy needs our help. He's in trouble!
Wilbur: Boy? You mean, little kid, kinda boy?
Miss Bianca: He was kidnapped!
Wilbur: Kidnapped? Oh! That-that's awful! Lockin' up a little kid. Kids should be free! Free to run wild through the house on Saturday mornings, free to have cookies and milk, and get those little white mustaches. You know -
[lividly]
Wilbur: Nobody's gonna take a kid's freedom away while I'm around! Nobody ain't! Hear me?
Miss Bianca: Does that mean you'll take us?
Wilbur: Storm or no storm, Albatross Airlines...[salutes] at your service!
Miss Bianca: I wasn't bluffing. You don't know Bernard like I do. He'll never give up.
Miss Bianca: Oh, Bernard. You are magnificent. You are absolutely hero of the day.
Bernard: Miss Bianca, before anything else happens...will you marry me?
Miss Bianca: Bernard! Of course I will!
Jake: Well done, mate.

Miss Bianca: No, just some khaki shorts and some hiking boots!