Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Until it found mortality, it died in line at the DMV...

The earliest printed reference to the origin of this proverb is attributed to Ben Jonson in his 1598 play. Though it was worded somewhat differently, and that is without he DMV comment. Through out history it has cropped up countless times including Tow Sawyer, a horoscope for Leo in 1966 and well even Stephen King's work.

"KEYYYOP." Princess yelped as she leapt into a chair. "Get it!"

Jason slumped down in booth, unable to stand from laughing so hard. "Jaaason, do something. Get that." She had stopped screeching names out, but she was now wildly pointing at something peeking out from under the table, to which her chair belonged to the set.

"Princess." Jason looked up at her. He snickered but tried hard to stifle the laugh that was threatening to bust out.

Jason pulled his hand down his mouth. Composure he reminded himself. He had to maintain composure, or in the end Princess was sure to beat the hell out of him, kick Keyop right square in the pants. To which he had to admit, he deserved. And well that poor critter Keyop had dragged into the J would surely be broom beaten out onto the street.

Thankfully there were only two pardons in the snack J besides Jason, Princess and Keyop. They apparently weren't bothered by the proceedings.

"Know if I were betting I would put my money on the critter." The first young man commented.

The other man no doubt a mirror twin cracked a smile that reflected the one who had just spoken. "Yes, well just remember to tip the kid really well for the dinner and show."

"Assuming we get dinner?" Inquired the other.

"Awww, get away. You little beast." Princess squealed as she danced dangerously around the small square of the chair bottom, with a plate of sandwiches still resting precariously in the palm of her hand.

"Know I bet he gets grounded." The first man replied with a wicked flash of blue eyes.

The other twin nodded agreement. "So, that means he won't be spending that tip anyway soon?"

"If he doesn't end up in boot camp over this it will be a miracle."

They chuckled.

Keyop bounced from one foot to the other. What was he going to do? Princess was going to kill him, dead as a doornail. No she was going to kill that poor little creature dead as a doornail and then….

He paused trying to get a grip on his racing mind.

He stopped looking at the cage he had hid under the cabinet that sat next to stove. It was a hamster cage with bars incredibly closely knitted together. Surely it hadn't crawled through, had it? The water dish sat undisturbed, the food was still snuggled in the same corner.

Then it hit him. The temperature, it had changed in fact it had probably gotten quite warm next to the stove. His eyes grew wide with worry. He had used the stove to make the grilled cheese with bacon sandwiches and the side order of fries for the two customers. Oh boy, he might be in trouble. No scratch that he was in trouble.

From out front Keyop heard Jason's voice. "Now Princess you've got to stand still or."

Keyop cringed when he heard the or Jason was just talking about. It came in an unsympathetic squeal followed by the sounds of a plate clattering to the ground. He heard several masculine groans of oooh and then Princess was screaming. "Get it! Kill it!"

He made a mad dash out of the kitchen under the bar and into the dining area, where Princess was practically climbing Jason all the while beating him with a clinched fist.

Keyop flashed Princess a cheesy grin. "Broop Breep. Say hello to my little friend."

Snickers rumbled from the corner of the diner where customers appeared to be flocking into to watch the show.

"Little friend?" She bellowed letting go of Jason and grabbing a nearby broom. "I'll make you think little friend."