Charley finds a solution to the problem of waking up three lazy mice……….
Disclaimer: Don't own BMFM, or the song HEY MICKEY!
Wake-up Call
Charley glared up the stairs that led to her guest bedroom. This was getting ridiculous. As much as she loved those Martian fur-balls, sleeping past two in the afternoon was way too much. They had promised to help her in the shop in exchange for letting them stay there until the pipes were fixed at the scoreboard. But if they slept the entire time she was working, and then had to go off patrolling, when were they supposed to help her?
She suspected Vinnie had planned all this.
She had tried getting them up. Alarm clocks had been flung out the windows, crushed under a sleepy fist, and punched through the walls. When she'd thrown water on them, they had hidden under the bed, kicking Vinnie out to try and negotiate with her while the other two slept on. They would rotate the unlucky mouse out per hour, until she was too busy with work to keep trying.
An orphan-led parade of smashing trashcan lids and cymbals while she had banged the garbage can like a drum had had no affect either.
She didn't want to do this. Oh, how she didn't want to do this. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Five minutes later had her standing inside the guest bedroom. "Boys, I know we have our differences, but this has got to stop. I have one last effort short of kicking all three of you out"-
That got three furry ears to twitch subconsciously.
--"and I really, really don't want to use it."
Vinnie rolled over, snoring loudly.
"You're probably daring me to do my worst, aren't you, Vinnie?"
Throttle's arm slid off the bed.
"You don't seem all that impressed either. Well, Throttle, I assure you three, it is an evil, diabolical thing, worthy of Karbunkle."
Modo's tail spasm-ed before lying still again.
"I'm sorry, big guy, but you three leave me no choice." She raised her eyes to heaven, "May God forgive what I now do." She reached over and flicked the switch to her boom-box stereo.
"OH MICKEY YOU'RE SO FINE,
YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND!!
HEY MICKEY! HEY MICKEY!!
OH MICKEY YOU'RE SO FINE,
YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND!!"
Three Martian Mice fought to get out of the room, clutching their ears and screaming about audio poisoning. She shook her head at the mess they left behind, flicking off the stereo. As she cleaned up, she began to absently hum. The hum turned to singing as she worked, "You're so fine you blow my mind--son of a bitch!! That's why I didn't want to use it! I can never get that song out of my head!!"