With Mike and Dexter...
Dexter continued to follow Mike reluctantly. Finally Mike stopped and turned around toward Dexter. "Here," he stated as he opened a door. Dexter went into the room as Mike followed behind him.
Inside the room was a big pile of sticks. "Stand here, Dexter," Mike demanded. "See, kid, this room is made of cinder blocks. Fire can't go through it, but stays in it." He lit a match and showed it to Dexter.
"See," Mike explained, "this pile of sticks takes up practically the whole room. But the walls are made of cinder blocks, so it keeps the fire on the inside. If a fire is going on in this room and you're in the room at the same time and the door is locked, you'll either burn to death, or if the fire goes out and you're still alive, the smoke will suffocate you."
Dexter turned pale. "You don't mean it?" he questioned as Mike threw the lit match on the pile of sticks. "Oh, I mean it," he replied. "It was nice knowing you, Dexter." With that, Mike left Dexter in the room with the burning sticks and locked the door which was made with cinder blocks, too.
"NO!" Dexter screamed as he collapsed on the floor. "NO! HOWDY! SAVE ME!" He pounded the floor as the tears came down upon the floor. Dexter looked toward the fire with teary eyes. The fire was spreading quickly among the sticks. He pressed up against the wall and wailed, "Howdy, I'm sorry. I'm glad that you have Pashmina instead of me. Take care of yourself!"
Meanwhile, Mike was thinking of Dexter in the burning room. Well, he thought, first off, you don't work for the Bad Hams if you're a Ham-Ham. And second off, that pathetic kid needs to learn his lesson.
Stella ran up to Mike in a fret. "What is it, Stella?" he demanded. "Intruders...," Stella replied breathlessly. "Well, find them!" Mike yelled. "Yes, Mike," Stella responded and rushed to the Bad Hams.
"I don't have time for this," Mike muttered as he walked around the Bad Hams Place. He reached the front room and mumbled, "Well, kid, hamsters always learn their lessons." Boss glanced at him and demanded, "Where's Dexter?" "Oh, that's nothing to worry about," Mike replied smoothly. "Where's Dexter?" Boss repeated.
Mike glared at him and grinned his toothy, eternal grin. "You really wanna know?" he questioned as his grin enlarged. "Tell me where he is!" Boss shouted. Mike's grin got bigger as he replied, "I put him in a room of fire." "You didn't!" he yelled.
Mike's grin took up his whole face as he responded, "Of course, I never lie." "That's a lie," Boss muttered. Mike glared at him and mumbled, "Well, I'm telling the truth this time. Dexter's in a room of fire, and he can't get out."
After a minute of thinking of Dexter in a room of fire, Boss thought, What will happen to him? Dexter will die in there! And the worst thing is the Ham-Hams don't know we're even here! I can't go after Dexter! I'm stuck here and can't get up! I just hope the Ham-Hams find Dexter before he dies!
Dexter continued to follow Mike reluctantly. Finally Mike stopped and turned around toward Dexter. "Here," he stated as he opened a door. Dexter went into the room as Mike followed behind him.
Inside the room was a big pile of sticks. "Stand here, Dexter," Mike demanded. "See, kid, this room is made of cinder blocks. Fire can't go through it, but stays in it." He lit a match and showed it to Dexter.
"See," Mike explained, "this pile of sticks takes up practically the whole room. But the walls are made of cinder blocks, so it keeps the fire on the inside. If a fire is going on in this room and you're in the room at the same time and the door is locked, you'll either burn to death, or if the fire goes out and you're still alive, the smoke will suffocate you."
Dexter turned pale. "You don't mean it?" he questioned as Mike threw the lit match on the pile of sticks. "Oh, I mean it," he replied. "It was nice knowing you, Dexter." With that, Mike left Dexter in the room with the burning sticks and locked the door which was made with cinder blocks, too.
"NO!" Dexter screamed as he collapsed on the floor. "NO! HOWDY! SAVE ME!" He pounded the floor as the tears came down upon the floor. Dexter looked toward the fire with teary eyes. The fire was spreading quickly among the sticks. He pressed up against the wall and wailed, "Howdy, I'm sorry. I'm glad that you have Pashmina instead of me. Take care of yourself!"
Meanwhile, Mike was thinking of Dexter in the burning room. Well, he thought, first off, you don't work for the Bad Hams if you're a Ham-Ham. And second off, that pathetic kid needs to learn his lesson.
Stella ran up to Mike in a fret. "What is it, Stella?" he demanded. "Intruders...," Stella replied breathlessly. "Well, find them!" Mike yelled. "Yes, Mike," Stella responded and rushed to the Bad Hams.
"I don't have time for this," Mike muttered as he walked around the Bad Hams Place. He reached the front room and mumbled, "Well, kid, hamsters always learn their lessons." Boss glanced at him and demanded, "Where's Dexter?" "Oh, that's nothing to worry about," Mike replied smoothly. "Where's Dexter?" Boss repeated.
Mike glared at him and grinned his toothy, eternal grin. "You really wanna know?" he questioned as his grin enlarged. "Tell me where he is!" Boss shouted. Mike's grin got bigger as he replied, "I put him in a room of fire." "You didn't!" he yelled.
Mike's grin took up his whole face as he responded, "Of course, I never lie." "That's a lie," Boss muttered. Mike glared at him and mumbled, "Well, I'm telling the truth this time. Dexter's in a room of fire, and he can't get out."
After a minute of thinking of Dexter in a room of fire, Boss thought, What will happen to him? Dexter will die in there! And the worst thing is the Ham-Hams don't know we're even here! I can't go after Dexter! I'm stuck here and can't get up! I just hope the Ham-Hams find Dexter before he dies!