As soon as Jingle exited the clubhouse, Boss got up and trudged to
Dexter. "I want you to tell me what's wrong," he said. Dexter turned his
head and spat, "I don't want to talk to you." Boss dragged him be the ear
around the table. "OUCH!" Dexter screamed. "I'm not stopping until you
tell me what's up," he returned sharply. "I'm not talking!" he retorted.
After about thirty minutes of dragging Dexter by the ear and him not talking, Boss stopped. "Do you wanna stay here for the night?" he asked Dexter. "Maybe if you stay here, you'll feel better." Dexter glared at him and murmured, "I might as well..."
As soon as Boss turned his armchair around to watch TV, Dexter grinned a toothy, eternal grin. Now, he thought, I have to wait until he's asleep.
An hour passed, and Dexter continued to think of the first assignment he had been given. Boss finally turned off the TV and turned back toward Dexter. "Do you feel like telling me now?" he asked. Dexter shook his head. "OK, just wake me up if you wanna talk," Boss replied as he walked into his bedroom.
Dexter strode over to the door of Boss's bedroom and put his ear against it. After he was sure Boss was asleep, Dexter entered the bedroom. He crept around the room looking for what Mike told him to look for. Dexter peered for a few minutes and finally found what he needed. It was a model that Boss had made of himself. Dexter wrapped it in newspaper and took it out of the room.
Dexter rushed out of the clubhouse and through the tunnel. He crossed the raging, midnight blue river. When Dexter made it to the Bad Hams Place, Mike and Stella were outside. "We've been waitin' for you," Stella remarked as Mike nudged her.
Mike then questioned, "Did you get that model for me?" Dexter nodded and handed him the bundle of newspaper. Stella questioned, "Do you know what-" Mike nudged her again but harder. "Oopsie," she remarked innocently as she watched Mike unwrap the newspaper. "My good Ham," he said as he took the model out. Dexter blushed mildly and replied, "It's the least I could do..."
Stella looked at the model and noted, "It looks real. Man, that guy's good at models. Wonder if he'll make one of me." Mike gave her the glare, and she shut up. "I have to go now," Dexter stated and turned back around. "Want your next assignment?" Mike inquired. "I'll get it tomorrow because I'm so tired, I won't even remember it," he rejoined and headed back toward the clubhouse.
When Dexter got back to the clubhouse, he dove into a pile of pillows and fell asleep immediately. A few minutes later, Boss woke up. "I heard something," he mumbled as he walked over to his dresser. Boss trudged over to his dresser and turned pale. "My model!" he shouted and rushed into the main room in the clubhouse.
Dexter woke up immediately. "What is it, Boss?" he questioned. Boss glared at Dexter and replied, "Something or someone stole the model of me!" Dexter responded, "I think I heard something, too. I'm not sure. I was too tired to wake up."
Boss sighed and stated, "I guess I'll have to make another one, but that one was the best one I had made before! It looked like it was real- life. And I had painted it, too." Dexter laid back onto the pillows and retorted, "Well, you'll have to make another one. But maybe Caitlin took it."
Boss thought a minute. "I'll have to ask her tomorrow about that," he muttered. "But what if she's doing something to it for my birthday in five days? Great, I'm gonna have a model with me as a clown." With that, he treaded back into his bedroom.
Dexter grinned his toothy, eternal grin. He said to himself, "I'm so good. But what are Mike and Stella going to do with a model? Hmm..." Dexter thought for awhile, but couldn't figure out why the Bad Hams needed a model.
After about thirty minutes of dragging Dexter by the ear and him not talking, Boss stopped. "Do you wanna stay here for the night?" he asked Dexter. "Maybe if you stay here, you'll feel better." Dexter glared at him and murmured, "I might as well..."
As soon as Boss turned his armchair around to watch TV, Dexter grinned a toothy, eternal grin. Now, he thought, I have to wait until he's asleep.
An hour passed, and Dexter continued to think of the first assignment he had been given. Boss finally turned off the TV and turned back toward Dexter. "Do you feel like telling me now?" he asked. Dexter shook his head. "OK, just wake me up if you wanna talk," Boss replied as he walked into his bedroom.
Dexter strode over to the door of Boss's bedroom and put his ear against it. After he was sure Boss was asleep, Dexter entered the bedroom. He crept around the room looking for what Mike told him to look for. Dexter peered for a few minutes and finally found what he needed. It was a model that Boss had made of himself. Dexter wrapped it in newspaper and took it out of the room.
Dexter rushed out of the clubhouse and through the tunnel. He crossed the raging, midnight blue river. When Dexter made it to the Bad Hams Place, Mike and Stella were outside. "We've been waitin' for you," Stella remarked as Mike nudged her.
Mike then questioned, "Did you get that model for me?" Dexter nodded and handed him the bundle of newspaper. Stella questioned, "Do you know what-" Mike nudged her again but harder. "Oopsie," she remarked innocently as she watched Mike unwrap the newspaper. "My good Ham," he said as he took the model out. Dexter blushed mildly and replied, "It's the least I could do..."
Stella looked at the model and noted, "It looks real. Man, that guy's good at models. Wonder if he'll make one of me." Mike gave her the glare, and she shut up. "I have to go now," Dexter stated and turned back around. "Want your next assignment?" Mike inquired. "I'll get it tomorrow because I'm so tired, I won't even remember it," he rejoined and headed back toward the clubhouse.
When Dexter got back to the clubhouse, he dove into a pile of pillows and fell asleep immediately. A few minutes later, Boss woke up. "I heard something," he mumbled as he walked over to his dresser. Boss trudged over to his dresser and turned pale. "My model!" he shouted and rushed into the main room in the clubhouse.
Dexter woke up immediately. "What is it, Boss?" he questioned. Boss glared at Dexter and replied, "Something or someone stole the model of me!" Dexter responded, "I think I heard something, too. I'm not sure. I was too tired to wake up."
Boss sighed and stated, "I guess I'll have to make another one, but that one was the best one I had made before! It looked like it was real- life. And I had painted it, too." Dexter laid back onto the pillows and retorted, "Well, you'll have to make another one. But maybe Caitlin took it."
Boss thought a minute. "I'll have to ask her tomorrow about that," he muttered. "But what if she's doing something to it for my birthday in five days? Great, I'm gonna have a model with me as a clown." With that, he treaded back into his bedroom.
Dexter grinned his toothy, eternal grin. He said to himself, "I'm so good. But what are Mike and Stella going to do with a model? Hmm..." Dexter thought for awhile, but couldn't figure out why the Bad Hams needed a model.