DANGER MOUSE:
HE TURNED, SHE TURNED.
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
From high above the city of London, Danger Mouse marvelled at the sheer velocity of his footwear.
These shoes. They fit perfectly. And he proudly expressed his fondness for this pair he was wearing as it elevated him above the clouds. His trusty assistant and best mate Penfold wasn't too far behind him, as he shot out from the open manhole that led directly to the Danger Agency's top secret testing facility.
This particular means of exiting the Danger Agency to try out these new jet boots didn't half irritate the narrator.
Danger Mouse breathed in the crisp cool London air, taking in the scent of the city before gradually touching down back in the lab, several tourists taking photographs as he did so.
"And a perfect landing" he said as he settled down on the floor. He spoke out to Penfold asking if he agreed,
"If you say so Chief" Penfold replied as he fell on top of Danger Mouse, with his own rocket boots kicking back shortly after, sending him crashing into Professor Squawkenclukck's desk.
A back door in the lab opened and out came that very scientist, gasping at the reckless behaviour going on in the lab.
"What's the meaning of this?" she said as Danger Mouse briefly took off yet again, only to land beside her in mere moments.
"This. Pronoun, used to describe a specific thing or person close at hand, for example, THIS is a fantastic pair of jet boots" he said.
The way he said it caught the Professor by surprise. It was sensual and seductive, almost as if he were getting a thrill out of it.
Danger Mouse caught himself thinking precisely the same thing, he didn't feel at all embarrassed or out of line for suggesting that in his tone of voice. The jet boots had left such a sound impression on him that he was eager to demonstrate his supreme pleasure to its creator.
Who knows? Perhaps she would feel supremely encouraged to perhaps accept an invitation to dinner. His treat, and hopefully it led to her satisfaction.
Squawkencluck chose to react to this with a swift snap of her fingers, summoning detacher claws to pry the boots off of Danger Mouse's feet, sending him into a heap on the floor, before then spraying the boots with a can of deodorant to relieve the footwear of any lingering odours.
"I'm trying to keep the lab tidy, we have a special guest" Squawk explained, giving DM an affectionate gaze while he was looking at the shoes being placed neatly back on the shelves.
Just as the hatch opened, and Dawn Crumhorn, future enemy of the Danger Agency, stepped out to begin a new life-changing adventure for everyone involved, DM turned around to look up at Squawk, only for her to turn her own head around just before he could see the satisfactory smile on her face.
She always did enjoy turning the tables on him.
