A week and one day later than Mother's Day at the police station...
It was a regular day at the police station four hours away from the clubhouse in Hamster City. Everyone was being as kind as any day of the week. All was well at the police station. Except Officer Tom.
Officer Tom had remembered what had happened fourteen years ago since a week and three days ago. He sighed and remembered the ten year old boy he had taken in that ran away from him the next day. Officer Tom also recalled the sixteen year old that was now one of the most wanted hamsters in America. And that boy was Mike of the Bad Hams, one of the worst hamsters to ever walk on the face of the earth. His parents left him like the other boy, Boss, who would barely even talk to him. The one who Mike was after.
He sighed as he recalled everything fourteen years ago. Officer Tom always wanted a son, but never had had a wife. You know, he thought, I've had to catch Mike before and find Boss. What if I could go to where they live...?
At the clubhouse...
"One, two, three, four!" Stan hollered to Jingle, Panda, and Bijou. The four were doing a concert. Stan was the lead with his maracas, Jingle was with his guitar, Panda played a bass drum, and Bijou was playing on a piano. The Ham-Hams cheered as the band played their songs.
At the end of the concert, the four walked to where Stan was and bowed in front of the Ham-Hams. "Good job!" Hamtaro shouted. "Yeah!" Boss remarked. "Bravo!" the girls cheered.
When all of the Ham-Hams were going home, Boss said to Hamtaro, "You know, that was pretty good, no?" "I agree, especially Bijou," Hamtaro remarked. "Panda was pretty good since he just started out on the bass drum." "Well, scadaddle along now. Don't want your owner worried, do you?" Boss questioned. Hamtaro nodded and said, "OK. See you later!"
When the last Ham-Ham left, which was Jingle, Boss lounged in his armchair. "Good to be left alone, isn't it, Snoozer?" he called to Snoozer. "Yes...zuzuzu..." Snoozer replied. Boss jumped up from his armchair and went into his bedroom.
Boss picked up his shovel and got into bed. He hugged it tightly and said, "I'm so lucky I've got my shovel. That's all I really need. Other than the Ham-Hams, that is..."
With Mike...
Mike, as always, was doing anything that he wanted. While the Bad Hams planned destruction and vandalizim, he sat back and watched. Mike had his own plans for world domination. And he tried to involve the Ham-Hams as much as possible, especially Boss and Hamtaro.
As he trudged toward his bedroom, Mike remembered that tonight, the Bad Hams were going to the human city to do some vandalizim. Stella was going with them to make sure they got into no big trouble with the law.
Mike crawled into his bed, which was finely furnished with satin sheets and a feather bed and pillow. "I'm so lucky...," Mike said aloud to himself. "Nope, money can buy happiness if you take over the world first, which will be really soon."
Mike turned off the lamp next to his bed. He laid in bed for a few minutes thinking. "You know," he whispered to himself, "no one's here to protect me if an invader comes along. Ugh, I sure hope none of those helpless Ham-Hams found out they're gone."
It was a regular day at the police station four hours away from the clubhouse in Hamster City. Everyone was being as kind as any day of the week. All was well at the police station. Except Officer Tom.
Officer Tom had remembered what had happened fourteen years ago since a week and three days ago. He sighed and remembered the ten year old boy he had taken in that ran away from him the next day. Officer Tom also recalled the sixteen year old that was now one of the most wanted hamsters in America. And that boy was Mike of the Bad Hams, one of the worst hamsters to ever walk on the face of the earth. His parents left him like the other boy, Boss, who would barely even talk to him. The one who Mike was after.
He sighed as he recalled everything fourteen years ago. Officer Tom always wanted a son, but never had had a wife. You know, he thought, I've had to catch Mike before and find Boss. What if I could go to where they live...?
At the clubhouse...
"One, two, three, four!" Stan hollered to Jingle, Panda, and Bijou. The four were doing a concert. Stan was the lead with his maracas, Jingle was with his guitar, Panda played a bass drum, and Bijou was playing on a piano. The Ham-Hams cheered as the band played their songs.
At the end of the concert, the four walked to where Stan was and bowed in front of the Ham-Hams. "Good job!" Hamtaro shouted. "Yeah!" Boss remarked. "Bravo!" the girls cheered.
When all of the Ham-Hams were going home, Boss said to Hamtaro, "You know, that was pretty good, no?" "I agree, especially Bijou," Hamtaro remarked. "Panda was pretty good since he just started out on the bass drum." "Well, scadaddle along now. Don't want your owner worried, do you?" Boss questioned. Hamtaro nodded and said, "OK. See you later!"
When the last Ham-Ham left, which was Jingle, Boss lounged in his armchair. "Good to be left alone, isn't it, Snoozer?" he called to Snoozer. "Yes...zuzuzu..." Snoozer replied. Boss jumped up from his armchair and went into his bedroom.
Boss picked up his shovel and got into bed. He hugged it tightly and said, "I'm so lucky I've got my shovel. That's all I really need. Other than the Ham-Hams, that is..."
With Mike...
Mike, as always, was doing anything that he wanted. While the Bad Hams planned destruction and vandalizim, he sat back and watched. Mike had his own plans for world domination. And he tried to involve the Ham-Hams as much as possible, especially Boss and Hamtaro.
As he trudged toward his bedroom, Mike remembered that tonight, the Bad Hams were going to the human city to do some vandalizim. Stella was going with them to make sure they got into no big trouble with the law.
Mike crawled into his bed, which was finely furnished with satin sheets and a feather bed and pillow. "I'm so lucky...," Mike said aloud to himself. "Nope, money can buy happiness if you take over the world first, which will be really soon."
Mike turned off the lamp next to his bed. He laid in bed for a few minutes thinking. "You know," he whispered to himself, "no one's here to protect me if an invader comes along. Ugh, I sure hope none of those helpless Ham-Hams found out they're gone."