The rest was history to Boss. That was the most memorial day of his childhood. When he was about to get out of the tree, he heard Caitlin's scream. "Wha?" Boss yelled and raced down the tree. When he got to the clubhouse, Caitlin was crying while Oxnard was sprawled on the floor. "What happened here?" Boss asked. "THEY TOOK HAMTARO AND MY MOM!!!" Caitlin sobbed. "AND THEY BEAT UP POOR OXNARD!!! WAHHH!!!" "Is 'they' who I think it is?" Boss inquired reluctantly. "M-M-M-" Oxnard stuttered while still sprawled on the ground. "MIKE AND STELLA TOOK MY MOM!!!" Caitlin screamed.
Boss looked around the clubhouse and saw no one else. "Wasn't anyone else going to come to the clubhouse?" he asked. Oxnard pointed upward in the air and stuttered, "N-n-n-" "MIKE AND STELLA TOOK MY MOM!!!" Caitlin repeatedly screamed. "Yeah, and what do you want me to do about it?!" Boss asked. "GET BACK MY MOM!!!" Caitlin screamed. "OK!!! JUST DON'T SCREAM AT ME!!!" Boss returned. "OK, I won't then," she retorted. "Just save my mom!" "What about Hamtaro?" Oxnard asked as he sat upward. "Yah, him, too," Caitlin replied. "Oxnard sat up and said, "What's with the tux anyways?" "Casual kinda gift to the dead," Boss replied and raced out the door with his shovel.
Boss ran all the way across the river and to the Bad Hams Place. He scanned the tree and muttered under his breath, "How am I gonna get in?" Boss came to the panel doors and pounded on them once with his shovel. The doors opened and he walked in them. As soon as he stepped in, the doors closed behind him and locked. "They were planning this, I betcha," he muttered.
There was nothing else to do but walk down the stairs to the front room. When he reached the front room, it was pitch black. Boss stumbled around the front room and accidentally got knocked into a wooden chair. "Oh," he said bravely, "I know this trick. One of y'all are trying to knock me into one of those chairs so y'all can tie me down and say all those lies again. Believe me, I've learned that through expierience."
Boss listened and realized nothing was there. He relieved himself and like it was out of the blue, something grabbed his wrists and jerked him forward. He tried to disregard, but it was two Bad Hams pulling at him. When they moved him from the front room thirty minutes later, they took him to a conference room and threw him in there. Boss looked around and saw, no doubt, Mike with Stella beside him.
"Where are they?" Boss asked. "Oh, they're not being harmed or anything," Mike said. "Just locked up." "Where are they?" Boss repeated and stepped closer to Mike. "You better not get to close to me," Mike said, "or try to hurt me because I got Dear Stella here to protect me." "Dear Stella?" Boss asked and remembered Dear Mother. "Dear Mother," he whispered. "Yes, Dear Mother. I want to hear more!" Mike desired.
Mike thought Boss didn't hear the question because he turned around. "I want to hear more about Dear Mother!" he demanded. "Now!" "There's no way...," Boss whispered. He looked down at his paws and saw his shovel. Well, whoopty doo, Boss thought, If I had used my shovel against those two Bad Hams, I wouldn't be in this mess. Man, maybe I should learn jiu-jitsu?
Mike continued, "All I know about Dear Mother is she shot herself in the head a year after Dear Father died from a sickness and that pathetic Officer Tom took you in for a day when you were ten! Helpless guy took me in, too, when I was sixteen. No funny stuff around him or he'll shoot your head off!" "I don't wanna talk about Dear Mother," was all Boss said. "Well, guess what?" Mike retorted. "About fourteen years ago when I just turned sixteen, I made my mom a birthday present. It was a card that said, 'I hate you' in big, capitalized letters. Then she goes off and jumps off a dam because of that card! And then that dumb Officer Tom comes around and I thought he was some weirdo or something because he always smothered me. I didn't stay one day!"
Boss thought of the flashback he had earlier. He remembered how Officer Tom smothered him and locked him in that bedroom and took his shovel and helmet from him. Boss then remembered how he snuck out of the window. "Wait a second!" Boss shouted all of a sudden. "If you were sixteen that same year I was dern ten, you're six years older than me!"
Mike blushed violently and mocked, "Well, I thought you were too much in the clouds to really notice." "Actually," Boss returned, "Thirty ain't that old. But twenty-four's younger."
Stella stepped back and said, "Oh my, I'm younger than Mike, but I'm older than you! No dang wonder you have that young life in you..." "Uh...Stella," Mike retorted, "we're not talking about you. We were first talking about Dear Mother." "I ain't sayin' one thing about her," he returned. "What about yours?" "I don't know," Mike replied. "She was the convincing other than that officer why I wanted to take over the world. But..."
Mike paused. "My dad was the greatest hamster in the world. Dad would get me anything I wanted if I asked for it. But my mom would just try to take it away, and then Dad got it back. My parents were talking divorce, and he said he wanted me. My mom wanted me, I think because she wanted someone she could still torture and stuff. I came up and demanded I stayed with him.
"But the next day I go to school, and it's her birthday. Their day at court was coming up, but I just had all this anger from all sixteen years..."