Swamped

"Where are we going?" you ask. Maybe the lizard overheard them talking about their destination.

"Going? Mortimer!" The lizard seems confused. "Big trouble! Mortimer?"

No such luck, it seems. Perhaps different wording?

"Which way did they go?"

You can't say you have high hopes.

"No way!"

Well, perhaps they were a bit higher than that.

"No way! Letting! My sight, pretty boy! Mortimer!"

No way I'm letting you out of my sight, pretty boy? That's almost certainly the kidnapper. Well, unless Mortimer is an enormous flirt. You suppose you don't know enough to rule that out. But you still haven't gotten any concrete answers.

"No way! No way! No way!"

You think the lizard's trying to get your attention, so you look more closely. You realize that its dance has changed a bit, and now it keeps pointing its tail in a particular direction.

And a quick glance in that direction suggests a rather obvious place to look for more information.