DANGER MOUSE:
THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Danger Mouse (2015) and all trademarked characters are property of Fremantle Media and CBBC
Hold on a minute folks...I just have to break out of this blasted box...ah, that's better.
Yes, another crisis averted, and I'm too late to sum up the episode, the credits have rolled, and life goes on for our terrific trinity of Danger Mouse, Penfold, and the birthday belle of the ball herself, Professor Squawkencluck.
"The day is yours again Professor, be sure to seize it" DM said to the snarky scientist.
"Oh don't worry Danger Mouse, I aim to seize something" she said, cackling just a tiny bit before exiting the room.
DM fiddled with his pockets and realised the keys to the Danger Car were missing.
"I do believe I've been robbed Penfold" he said, "The keys to the Mark IV are gone"
"Oh, that was just the Professor picking your pockets Chief"
"But she was standing right next to you"
"Uh huh, and I was the one she picked to pick your pocket"
"Et Tu Penfold?" Danger Mouse replied in shock
"I was trying to make things up to her after we nuked all of her presents to keep everyone safe from the Baron's weapons" Penfold explained, "She reckoned you wouldn't be the first to suggest some form of repentance for how the day went since you're not so accommodating towards people's feelings, so she's trying to make you understand your own"
"My own?" asked DM
"That's right, she thinks humility is as good a feeling to start with as any, she'll hand you the keys to the car back once you're done entertaining the agency"
DM looked out at the crowd that had gathered earlier in the day for the party. They were all there, every agent; even the Colonel had forgiven Squawkencluck frying him with her blaster when the party was sprung on her.
"You mean...I have to entertain everyone in this room?" DM said
Penfold nodded, "It's that, or the car remains impounded for a whole month, she'll keep it under lock and key, and no, 'password' is not the code to access it like it's been the last twenty or so time you found yourself in this predicament on each of the Professor's birthdays, we aim to make it a little more difficult for you to figure out"
"Penfold, level with me, is it passwords instead of 'password?"' DM replied.
Penfold refused to let it slip.
DM sighed, "Fine, fine"
He clapped his hands together and called everyone to the centre of the room.
"So...yes, welcome friends, I'm the, um, light, no, heavy, no, mild, never...how about...electrifying? Yes that's a hook, I'm your electrifying dose of entertainment on this fine day celebrating the age of our beloved boffin, and I was thinking back to the years she had to have spent as a chick...whatever was on the box eh?"
Squawkencluck walked back in carrying two plates. On each of the plates was a slice of birthday cake. She handed one over to Penfold.
"How's it going?" she said
"I think DM's about to go into that spiel of his about TV shows" Penfold revealed, "I wouldn't worry too much, it's just an excuse for him to break into his awkward impersonation of the 'Not Unusual' Carlton Banks dance"
"That meme is a little played out even by this early quarter of the century" the Professor noted.
"Yeah, leave it to the chief to act and dance like a dad at a wedding, one step in front of a modern day mission yet trailing another foot behind the times" Penfold remarked.
"Speaking of times, I'm glad to say I did have a good one Penfold, I got to rescue you two from the Baron's clutches, I got to test more gadgets out saving your skin, I was more involved and that was very empowering. DM's right, the day was mine and I seized every moment. I feel so full of life"
"Life is what we all bring to the party Professor" Penfold said.
The two settled down beside each other and engaged in hysterical merriment at the sight of DM and his absurdist fresh prince dance moves, his humility brightening the remainder of their perfect day