DANGER MOUSE:
A SURE THING
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Danger Mouse (2015) and all trademarked characters are property of Freemantle Media and CBBC
Penfold felt like he had grown in a multitude of different ways.
He had grown in courage.
Grown in conviction.
Overall, he had altogether grown up.
He had helped the Chief overcome his fear of Spiders, allowing him to take on the overwhelmingly terrifying source of the world wide web, exiling it to the farthest depths of space.
Putting in such time and effort had been the making of him. Penfold now felt assured DM would think twice about installing an automated inflatable Penfold in the car when embarking on solo missions. Nothing could suffice for a friend as real as he was.
When he got back to headquarters, he made his way over to the home computer and set about preparing a few things, a freshly made cappuccino, and opening up several web windows so he could settle in with a hot mug and
"I wonder if that Danger Mouse is stupid website is still up and running?" Penfold wondered, and entered it's web domain address. To his surprise, and some might say relief, he found nothing but a 404 error message.
Professor Squawkencluck entered the room, nursing her own hot beverage in a gleaming blood-red cup, she sat down on a chair at the main dining table and put her feet up, reaching out for a newspaper.
"Hi Pen" she said, waving over at Penfold.
Penfold anxiously waved back.
"Erm...Professor? I've noticed you've taken the shine off your smear campaign"
"I can't be doing with it anymore Penfold, I only ever put that up whenever I couldn't actually put up with Danger Mouse. The last few days have really opened my eyes on him" the Professor admitted
"Yeah, well, he owes a lot of that to those around him, keeping him grounded"
"If I were his mother, that's exactly what he'd be 24/7 at the worst of times" joked Squawkencluck.
"He's not a child, he's just...curious" Penfold said, "That, and a bit unsure"
"Secret Agents are supposed to be towering pillars of confidence, I'm surprised he had such a low tolerance of very little things" Squawkencluck admitted, taking a small gulp of her hot mug and checking in on the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, taking a pen out of her coat and writing in the solutions to the conundrum.
"DM worked his way literally upwards, no size was too unsure for him after that, the only certainty is that back massages from them cost £12.95" said Penfold.
"Well, it's good to know he found some pleasure when involved in business. I can barely afford that kind of comfort with my time and even my salary" Squawkencluck admitted, "A back massage does sound rather magical though, but I couldn't imagine a big hairy spider doing it, yuck"
"If he got even one of his legs somewhere you didn't want it to be, I'd wack him with that very paper you're reading" Penfold replied.
Squawkencluck projected a soothing and comforting smile in his direction.
"You're a gallant one Penfold, want to help me sort out this crossword and then we'll grab some brunch?" Squawkencluck suggested.
"How big is the word?"
"Well if you're unsure, we'll start off small, just like you had DM start that way with the spiders"
"Professor, one guarantee I have coming out of this conversation is that you're a sure thing" complimented Penfold.