DANGER MOUSE:
WORKING WEEKEND
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Danger Mouse (2015) and all trademarked characters are property of Fremantle Media and CBBC
Sun, sand, surf, what sort of a day do you call this?
I know the calendar reads Saturday, but I assure you it isn't.
It's a Tuesday.
A day normally reserved in my household for catching up on all the wrestling that I missed while I was dozing off following a hard day's narrating.
Of course, I also expected to wake up to another day of hard work. Don't tell me DM and Penfold haven't sorted out the mess they made with that calendar after Princess tampered with it to make Monday Saturday and so forth?
"We're kind of afraid of disassembling it in case we cause the world to collapse in on itself like last time" admitted Danger Mouse.
Professor Squawkencluck soon arrived on the scene, wearing a tropical fruit hat, dark shades, her hair was down, and following her in was Penfold and Odin carrying very heavy suitcases and parcels.
"Spending your well-earned cash on pleasantries rather than business Professor?" said DM.
"Chief, you've got to help me with this load, I'm barely able to stand up as it is" cried out an exhausted Penfold as the weight of carrying the bags threatened to pin him down.
"Put some more back bone into it lad" said Odin.
"Be nice to him Odin, he's normally lacking a metaphorical back bone, at least his literal one is making up for the former's short-comings" said Squawkencluck.
"Oy, I'll have you know I was the one who picked out that heat-seeking butter knife you were eyeing at that gadget store for use in our Breakfast Club division" said Penfold.
"As you can see, he's also lacking a metaphorical funny bone" the Professor continued, "I was joking Penfold, I appreciate what you did back at the mall"
"Still Professor, you know we have to find a way around this" said DM.
"Relax, if there's anything I've learned from your little adventure yesterday, it's that evil never takes a day, or even nine hours, off" said the Professor, and sat down at her computer desk, punching in a string of instructions.
"I've also learned that the Professor ought to take her mud packs off after an hour, not just nine, easier on everyone's eyes" said Penfold.
The Professor glared at him.
"And you said I had no funny bone" he said
"I've drawn up a plan of action, think of the calendar like a big rubix cube, not just a jigsaw puzzle, with seven different combinations based off the days of the week, all we have to do is find a way of reassembling it without setting off a ticking time bomb"
Colonel K's hologram suddenly lit up the lab.
"We've got a bigger problem DM, Princess' father has sent her another one of those calendars, only this one controls more than just the seven days, this one counts the twelve MONTHS. Princess apparently wants it to be her birthday, the Fourth of July, and Christmas every day"
"Somehow Colonel, I don't think her pets would stand for it, they practically begged me to stop her yesterday" aid DM.
"At the rate we're going, I think its best we take all of this one day at a time" said Squawkencluck.
"Yeah, you shouldn't be defined the next few days by all this, I don't think you're that type" said Penfold.
"What type?" asked the Professor.
"A calendar girl" said Penfold.
"See, now that WAS funny Penfold" said the Professor, smiling.
And so, we leave our working weekend warriors to their days, and months, ahead, eagerly awaiting another adventure when normal service resumes in time once again for Danger Mouse.
Until then, merry summer mass, and a happy new week.