(Continued from Chapter Four...)
Boss slammed his fists on the table and said, "Howdy, I love my mother a lot, b-bu-but..." "But what?" Howdy questioned. Boss slammed his fists on the table again with tears in his eyes and screamed, "SHE'S DEAD!!! DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!!!" He ran out the door immediately after he said it sobbing.
"What happened?" Pashmina asked. Howdy looked down at the table. "I asked him if he had a gift for his mom, and he said he had one all week. And all he says now is she's dead." Hamtaro remembered how sick Boss was this morning telling him his mom was dead.
Caitlin ran in the door and said, "Where's Boss?" "You didn't see him?" Maxwell asked. "No, I didn't. I heard him scream at y'all, so I came over," she replied. "What happened?"
Howdy explained what had happened and Caitlin looked down at the ground. "So that's why he didn't want to talk to my mom Sunday..." Caitlin mumbled. "But would it be OK if my mom still came over tomorrow?" "I dunno, but I think he would let you," Hamtaro replied. "I sure hope so..." she remarked. "I'm gonna go find Boss. OK, y'all?"
With Boss...
Boss ran into the woodsy part of the park. "Dead, dead, dead," he muttered over and over to himself. The tears were trickling down hard as he thought what happened to his mother over and over again. Boss hid underneath a tree root and sobbed and thought of what happened to his mother. "Dear Mother," Boss cried, "why? Why did you do it? Why wasn't I enough to keep you on this earth? Why did you leave me? I need you!"
With Mike...
Mike was yet sunbathing again. The Bad Hams had no real mother, so since Stella was like a mother, they were making her something. "On Father's Day," Mike thought aloud, "when they're thinking of what to do for me, buy me a new whip. That'll make me happy, even though I won't be the one using it."
Mike shed his sunglasses and looked up. "Crimeney," he muttered. "It's getting cloudy, and it looks like storm clouds." Mike rolled up his beach towel and picked up his martini. He picked up the tooth pick in it and chewed on the olive that was in his martini. Mike tucked his beach towel underneath his arm and started down the tree.
All of a sudden, it started a downpour. "Double crimeney!" Mike retorted out loud. He paused and perked up his ears. Mike could hear soft sobs from near the tree. "Pathetic mortals these days," he muttered to himself. "Dear Mother!" a voice screamed. Mike jumped and shouted, "I'm not your mother, you pathetic child!" He looked around himself and thought he saw someone under a tree root of the tree he was sunbathing in.
The downfall kept on. Mike approached the tree root and said, "Who are you, One-Who-Is-Helplessly-Crying-For-Their-Pathetic-Mother?" "Who are you first?" the voice said. "You better fear me! I am the Superior Mike of the Bad Hams! Now show yourself!"
After they didn't come out for a minute, Mike demanded, "Come out! I'm not standing in this rain for nothing!" After another minute, he said, "I bring harm only if you do not show yourself!" "Go away, Mike," the voice said. "This is a matter between me, my dead mother, and the Ham- Hams."
After hearing an actual full sentence and his voice, Mike knew who it was. He smiled his toothy, eternal grin and said, "Yes, why don't you come out then, Boss?" Boss jumped out and yelled, "What are you doing out here, anyways?!" "Sunbathing," Mike retorted, "until the less pleasant weather." "It's called rain," he muttered. "Then may I ask the same?" Mike inquired.
Boss stared at him and demanded, "Get away from me. Now. I have nothing to do with you." After seeing Mike's grin just get bigger, he repeated, "Get away!" Only seeing Mike's grin just enlarge, Boss screamed, "Get away from me!" "Why?" Mike asked with maleficence in his eyes. He didn't know what to do about Mike, so he ran. "You better run!" Mike shouted behind him. "I know what happened to your mother, pathetic child!"
Boss slammed his fists on the table and said, "Howdy, I love my mother a lot, b-bu-but..." "But what?" Howdy questioned. Boss slammed his fists on the table again with tears in his eyes and screamed, "SHE'S DEAD!!! DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!!!" He ran out the door immediately after he said it sobbing.
"What happened?" Pashmina asked. Howdy looked down at the table. "I asked him if he had a gift for his mom, and he said he had one all week. And all he says now is she's dead." Hamtaro remembered how sick Boss was this morning telling him his mom was dead.
Caitlin ran in the door and said, "Where's Boss?" "You didn't see him?" Maxwell asked. "No, I didn't. I heard him scream at y'all, so I came over," she replied. "What happened?"
Howdy explained what had happened and Caitlin looked down at the ground. "So that's why he didn't want to talk to my mom Sunday..." Caitlin mumbled. "But would it be OK if my mom still came over tomorrow?" "I dunno, but I think he would let you," Hamtaro replied. "I sure hope so..." she remarked. "I'm gonna go find Boss. OK, y'all?"
With Boss...
Boss ran into the woodsy part of the park. "Dead, dead, dead," he muttered over and over to himself. The tears were trickling down hard as he thought what happened to his mother over and over again. Boss hid underneath a tree root and sobbed and thought of what happened to his mother. "Dear Mother," Boss cried, "why? Why did you do it? Why wasn't I enough to keep you on this earth? Why did you leave me? I need you!"
With Mike...
Mike was yet sunbathing again. The Bad Hams had no real mother, so since Stella was like a mother, they were making her something. "On Father's Day," Mike thought aloud, "when they're thinking of what to do for me, buy me a new whip. That'll make me happy, even though I won't be the one using it."
Mike shed his sunglasses and looked up. "Crimeney," he muttered. "It's getting cloudy, and it looks like storm clouds." Mike rolled up his beach towel and picked up his martini. He picked up the tooth pick in it and chewed on the olive that was in his martini. Mike tucked his beach towel underneath his arm and started down the tree.
All of a sudden, it started a downpour. "Double crimeney!" Mike retorted out loud. He paused and perked up his ears. Mike could hear soft sobs from near the tree. "Pathetic mortals these days," he muttered to himself. "Dear Mother!" a voice screamed. Mike jumped and shouted, "I'm not your mother, you pathetic child!" He looked around himself and thought he saw someone under a tree root of the tree he was sunbathing in.
The downfall kept on. Mike approached the tree root and said, "Who are you, One-Who-Is-Helplessly-Crying-For-Their-Pathetic-Mother?" "Who are you first?" the voice said. "You better fear me! I am the Superior Mike of the Bad Hams! Now show yourself!"
After they didn't come out for a minute, Mike demanded, "Come out! I'm not standing in this rain for nothing!" After another minute, he said, "I bring harm only if you do not show yourself!" "Go away, Mike," the voice said. "This is a matter between me, my dead mother, and the Ham- Hams."
After hearing an actual full sentence and his voice, Mike knew who it was. He smiled his toothy, eternal grin and said, "Yes, why don't you come out then, Boss?" Boss jumped out and yelled, "What are you doing out here, anyways?!" "Sunbathing," Mike retorted, "until the less pleasant weather." "It's called rain," he muttered. "Then may I ask the same?" Mike inquired.
Boss stared at him and demanded, "Get away from me. Now. I have nothing to do with you." After seeing Mike's grin just get bigger, he repeated, "Get away!" Only seeing Mike's grin just enlarge, Boss screamed, "Get away from me!" "Why?" Mike asked with maleficence in his eyes. He didn't know what to do about Mike, so he ran. "You better run!" Mike shouted behind him. "I know what happened to your mother, pathetic child!"