The Adventures of Elevator Lance:
Lance Smells A Rat
"Another day, another robeast waiting for us." Lance left his quarters and headed for the elevator. "This is almost becoming formulaic."
Lance arrived at the elevators just in time to see one set of doors close and Allura, who was inside the elevator flip the bird to an elderly man wearing a suit, who banged on the elevator door as it closed.
"Excuse me," said the man with a British accent. He slipped past Lance and started running down the stairs as though he was on a sinking ship.
"Weird," Lance said.
Another set of doors opened and Lance quickly slipped in, pressing the button for the first floor.
Lance pulled out the paper that was under his arm and started reading the big headline. "It says here that J.K. Marks' latest book, Stealth Voltron and the Deadly Robeasts, hit the New Arus Times Best Seller list. I guess they'll be making a movie on that."
"It certainly sounds like it," came a mysterious voice.
Startled, Lance turned around quickly. Standing before him was a 5 ft 3 in tall rat, holding a walking stick and wearing a ragged, purple Japanese robe.
"Who are you?" asked Lance.
"I am no one, and yet, I am someone."
"Huh?" Lance asked. "What is your name?"
"What is a name? Merely a label to identify oneself, but not to define oneself."
"Ok…then identify yourself."
"I am Master Splinter."
"You don't look like a master of anything to me," Lance remarked.
"I am a master of Ninjitsu. The Art of Invisibility"
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"The art of invisibility?" asked Lance.
"Yes, for right now, you do not see me."
"Yes I do," Lance said as he folded up his newspaper.
"No, you do not," Splinter said.
Lance was becoming irritated. "Yes…I do."
Splinter whacked Lance over the head with his cane. "No, you do not."
"What the hell was that for?" Lance asked while rubbing his head.
"Do not argue with your master."
"You're not my master."
Splinter whacked Lance again. "Yes, I am."
"Do that again and I'll feed you to Red Lion."
Suddenly, the maintenance hatch in the ceiling of the elevator fell to the floor and four blue space mice wearing different colored ninja outfits repelled down into the elevator.
"What's going on here?" asked Lance.
"Ahh...these are my pupils," Splinter informed him.
"You're kidding, right?"
Cheddar and the others started striking different ninja poses.
"I am very proud of you, my sons.
Lance gave them all a really weird look.
"Now, we must go. A grave danger looms ahead of us." Master Splinter threw a smoke ball onto the floor, causing the elevator to fill with white smoke. Master Splinter and the ninja space mice disappeared without a trace.
Lance coughed uncontrollably. The coughing lasted for several minutes as the elevator approached the ground floor. Lance exited the elevator as soon as the doors opened.
Allura and Keith were in the hallway when they saw Lance leave the smoke filled elevator and rushed to him.
"Lance, are you alright?" Allura asked.
Lance was still coughing sporadically. "Yeah…but you need to have a talk with your mice. Perhaps you should consider getting them therapy."
Allura gave Lance a quizzical look. "Why?"
Before Lance could explain about the space mice, the stairwell door burst open.
"We need to go," Keith said as he grabbed Allura's hand.
"Feel better, Lance" Allura cried out as her and Keith ran down the hall and through a side door.
Mr. Lovejoy approached Lance. "Do you know where they are headed?"
"I think they're headed for the basement," Lance said straightening up.
"Thank you," Mr. Lovejoy said before chasing after Allura and Keith.
Lance shook his head as the man left, his lungs finally cleared of the smoke. "I need to talk to Pidge about these mice," Lance said to himself.