The story is about two struggling mouse musicians, Daniel and Jan. When they are fired from their latest gig (their music is deemed too old-fashioned and not with the times), Daniel goes to pawn his guitar in order to buy groceries. Jan wanders off on her own and encounters a shifty reptilian character in a white suit who introduces himself as "B.L. Zebubb," a record producer.
He and his assistant, Wheez Weasel, offer her fame and fortune in exchange for signing a contract in blood. Jan doesn't read the fine print and trusts B.L., signing herself over to his record production company. Little does she suspect that B.L. is none other than the Devil himself, and at the height of her fame he will return to collect her soul...
As "Funky Jan," Jan is soon the most popular rock star on the planet while the oblivious Daniel is left out in the cold. But when B.L. comes for her soul and she realizes what she has done, a distraught Jan goes to Daniel for help.
I think you know what happens next. Man, did my six-year-old self love that movie — and I never forgot its lesson (a good lawyer can save your ass). I'm just kidding, the lesson is, sometimes you can want something so bad that you give up your principles, but then when you see what kind of demons are unleashed, maybe — just maybe — you can roll it back, and still get a shot at redemption. Perhaps today at a rally in Lakeville, Minnesota, when John McCain pushed back at the anger of his supporters and urged them to be "respectful" of Barack Obama, he was thinking something along those lines.
Here's the final scene from The Devil & Daniel Mouse.