DANGER MOUSE:
DFFs
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Dangermouse (2015) and all trademarked characters are property of Fremantle Media and CBBC
Penfold had spent much of the morning feeling like he'd been taken for granted.
His attempts at getting anyone to pay attention to him at the breakfast table had been for naught, as everyone was butchering each us with crisp insults, bitterness, and bickering.
Such a stark change from what had transpired earlier that morning, where two minds so distinctly different were forced to think alike to combat a renegade computer programme of Professor Squawkencluck's invention.
To defeat it, Squawk had to encourage Danger Mouse to embrace what had routinely ticked her off about him. He would tamper and tinker with a device of her design, and ride it to ruin.
Such teamwork had to be carefully coordinated by compliments, a part of Penfold's precise method of persuasion, as he relied on his own faith in Danger Mouse's skills as an agent and Squawk's resourcefulness as an inventor, stirring their egos into a cohesive and cooperative mix.
Having cooled their tempers, Penfold could only watch on and take mental notes as Squawk guided Danger Mouse through the next phase of the urgent mission. He could tell how much she enjoyed the sensation of DM's foot running through her tight held-back hair, gently and ever so slightly dislodging a part of her glasses as he reached for what was hidden within her hairdo.
He could tell from her look.
And the hug later cemented his frustration and envy.
That was the first real instance he had that morning of feeling like he'd been taken for granted, and the arguments going on now at the breakfast table felt like all the hard work he had put into what had unfolded earlier to remedy the situation and defeat the computer programme had been more a bitter lesson for him.
He disembarked from his chair at the breakfast table and marched back into his bedroom to change.
When he came out again, still clutching his teddy, he found the kitchen empty. The harshness had given sway to a gentle hush.
Penfold sat back on his seat and looked at a bowl of Rice Krispies with fresh, crisp and clear milk poured into it, and a small note, laced with a lipstick.
Penfold read it.
Dear Penfold
While we can be a pretty rowdy bunch, the one thing we'll never forget is the hard work you put into putting up with us and never letting your guard down, you know just when to add a compliment at a point where there's nothing but chaos, and you always know when to screw our heads back on when they come flying off. Hope you enjoy your breakfast, and we hope that means you'll keep your hope, and heart, for us beating.
Love
Squawk
Penfold beamed and sat down to munch on the specially prepared bowl, munching away at the krispies and feeling proud and elated to be a part of the D.F.F
Danger Mouse's Friends Forever.