Three hours later...
Mike groaned as he slept three hours later. "Stella..." he griped. "Get out of my bed..." "Whatcha talkin' 'bout, dream?" Boss groaned. "You're the one on top of me..."
Officer Tom looked back at the two and realized they were about to wake up. "I'm not ready for this!" he shouted. Immediately, the two foes woke up.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Boss shouted. "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" Mike retorted. Boss looked around and said, "No...this is just a dream..." He pinched his paw and said, "It's not a dream. We've been abducted by aliens!"
Officer Tom turned around and shouted, "I'm not an alien!" Mike looked at him and screamed, "He's taking me in! Get me out of here, Stella!!!" "Stella's not here, you dolt!" Boss yelled at him. "Uh...I know you from somewhere, but where?"
Officer Tom replied, "Fourteen years ago." When he said that, both remembered exactly who it was. "Officer Tom?" Boss questioned. "But, why are we here?" Mike asked. "There's something I need to inform you two of," Officer Tom remarked as he drove. "You two are going to be, and I've been wanting this to happen for awhile, my sons."
When Officer Tom stated that statement, it felt like both Boss and Mike fell into a blackhole of memory. "Us? Brothers?" Boss questioned. "Whoa!" Mike shouted. "Bad Hams and Ham-Hams aren't even close to being brothers!" "Why does it matter?" Officer Tom asked as he continued to drive. "What do they got what you haven't?" "Nothing!" Mike retorted.
Boss looked around the police car. There was a steel cage between the front seats and the back. "Why's there a cage here?" he inquired. "Oh," Officer Tom remarked, "it's for when me and Bob take in criminals trying to hurt us and they can't get to us." "Who the heck is Bob?" Boss asked. "Officer Bob's my partner," he replied. "In crime," Mike murmured.
An hour passed, and it was seven in the morning. The police vehicle approached a sign that said, "Welcome to Hamster City!" "Where the heck is that?" Boss queried. "Remember?" Mike mocked. "Three weeks? Third day?" Boss shivered at the thought of the three weeks. "So that's what this city's called, huh?" he remarked.
The police car passed Hamster City in only a few minutes. When it passed the city, the car came to the suburbs behind Hamster City. Officer Tom drove to a small neighborhood where there were only one-story houses. Suddenly Boss and Mike had a flashback about when they were going to Officer Tom's house fourteen years ago.
When the police car parked in front of Officer Tom's house, all the memory came flooding back into the two foes' heads. Officer Tom parked the car and said, "No one is awake right now, so be quiet! We don't want to wake up anyone, do we?" Actually, Boss thought, we do.
Officer Tom opened his car door, got out, and closed it behind himself. Boss and Mike watched him as he walked up to his home and unlocked the door. Officer Tom turned back around and marched back to the police car. He swung the back seat car door open, and Mike cringed sheepishly. "Stella," he whispered, "where are you?"
Officer Tom seized Mike by the wrist. Mike screamed and yelled, "Stella!!! Bad Hams!!! Get 'im!!!" He snapped his fingers a few times and recalled that Stella nor the Bad Hams knew where he was and weren't there. Officer Tom wrested Mike out of the car and closed the door behind himself. "Good thing I've got child locks on these cars...," he muttered to himself. He pushed Mike toward the door and opened it.
Boss watched in horror as Officer Tom barely struggled to get Mike inside the house. Mike must be really dependent on Stella and the Bad Hams 'cause he looks like he ain't got nothin' on him, he thought. Boss tried over and again to try to get the door open, but it would not budge.
When Officer Tom came back, Boss got jittery inside. I haven't anywhere to go, he reflected reluctantly. Officer Tom opened the door and grabbed his wrist. "C'mon," he muttered. How come I'm the one to get into the stuff with the older and stronger guys? Boss thought. Oh, well, that doesn't matter right now. I've gotta stay with Mike 'cause he's smart, and I know, underneath it all, he'd never leave me. He followed Officer Tom without doing anything. When the door closed behind him, still Boss didn't do anything. "What a good boy you are," Officer Tom praised.
He led Boss down a hallway, still clutching his wrist. Officer Tom reached the last door on the wall at the end of the hallway and opened it. He pushed Boss in it and locked the door behind him.
Boss looked around the small, square room. Mike was sitting on the edge of a queen size bed. He looked distressed as he thought quietly. Other than the bed, there was an empty bookcase, a dresser, and a door leading to a bathroom. "Thank heavens for that," Boss mumbled. Mike's thoughts seemed to pop as he looked up. "I'm DOOMED!" he shouted. "I'm going to be stuck in a small, compacted room with no luxuries and my worst enemy for eternity! And I'll never see beautiful Stella again!!!" "What about the window, you dunce?" Boss asked hastily. Mike pointed toward it and put his head in his paws.
Boss looked in the window and groaned. "Oh no," he mumbled. There, in the window, were steel bars preventing escape. "We're in a kind of prison," Mike remarked, "and I'm stuck in it with you." "Well, believe me," Boss returned. "I'd rather be in here with a big, fat, and gay motorist guy any day of the week instead you, too."
Mike sneered, "At least I can figure out a way to get us out of here." "And at least I'm stronger than you," Boss spat. Mike turned around and retorted, "I'm still more superior than you."
Boss gave up trying to talk to his foe. Like it was out of the blue, a boisterous knock was heard from the other side of the door. "I've got breakfast!" Officer Tom shouted. "Tell him I'm not hungry," Mike spat. Boss sighed and replied, "Mike doesn't want anything to eat." "Tell him to get up and come on!" Officer Tom scolded. "He said to get your tail up and come," he acknowledged Mike. Mike said a few curses under his breath and stepped off the bed.
Officer Tom opened the door and demanded, "C'mon, now you two." Mike cringed behind Boss as if the officer had abused him previously. Boss reluctantly followed Officer Tom to a table. He sat down in one of the chairs and looked toward Mike as Officer Tom went into the kitchen. Mike was still standing as if he had no clue what was happening. Boss pulled him down and whispered, "You're supposed to sit! You're not a dictator here, you're a captive!" "What is that supposed to mean?!" Mike whined. Boss sighed and retorted, "And I thought you knew everything..." "NO! I'm a dictator!" Mike shouted. "Good thing that hamster is not in here, otherwise he'd have you by the neck," he murmured.
Officer Tom came back in with a plate of sunflower seeds as Mike sat at the table. "Is that all you have?" Mike retorted. "You see, Stella always gives me everything. There's no question to it!" Officer Tom stared blankly at Mike. "Ever hear of food other than sunflower seeds?" Mike shouted. "Well," Officer Tom returned, "did you ever hear of manners?" "Have you, too?" Mike feuded. "Coming in the middle of the night and taking us out of our beds wasn't much of manners!" "Neither was your three weeks, Mike!" Boss jumped in.
Officer Tom peered at Mike and said, "What is the deal with these three weeks?" "Do you not remember my Lamborgini?" Mike returned sharply. Memory flooded back to Officer Tom's head. "Why, yes, I do," he replied. "You ran me into a slide, and then you switched the place where you stayed."
Mike remembered how he ran Officer Tom and Officer Bob into the slide. "Yeah, I did that," he replied. Boss finally said, "What do we do, Officer Tom?" "Well," Officer Tom remarked, "you're not supposed to call me Officer Tom. You're supposed to call me Father." "NO!" Boss screamed at him. "You're never being called MY FATHER!!!"
Officer Tom looked at him grimly. "Oh, really?" he retorted. "Then why are you here?" Boss recalled Mike saying that to him on Unstoppable. "I DON'T KNOW!" he screamed at him. Officer Tom stood up and yelled, "Come with me, now!"
Boss got up and followed Officer Tom. Officer Tom seized him by the wrist and took him back to the room him and Mike were in earlier. "Stay in here!" Officer Tom yelled, threw him in the room, and locked the door after closing it. Boss watched the door closely and realized that Mike wouldn't be joining him again for awhile. "It's even worse being in here alone because at least you have something to do with him around," he whispered to himself. Boss pulled the covers of the bed back and climbed in. "Dear Mother," he prayed, "why was it him who came to check things out? Why didn't Officer Bob take me in? And this is all because I called the police..."
Mike groaned as he slept three hours later. "Stella..." he griped. "Get out of my bed..." "Whatcha talkin' 'bout, dream?" Boss groaned. "You're the one on top of me..."
Officer Tom looked back at the two and realized they were about to wake up. "I'm not ready for this!" he shouted. Immediately, the two foes woke up.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Boss shouted. "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" Mike retorted. Boss looked around and said, "No...this is just a dream..." He pinched his paw and said, "It's not a dream. We've been abducted by aliens!"
Officer Tom turned around and shouted, "I'm not an alien!" Mike looked at him and screamed, "He's taking me in! Get me out of here, Stella!!!" "Stella's not here, you dolt!" Boss yelled at him. "Uh...I know you from somewhere, but where?"
Officer Tom replied, "Fourteen years ago." When he said that, both remembered exactly who it was. "Officer Tom?" Boss questioned. "But, why are we here?" Mike asked. "There's something I need to inform you two of," Officer Tom remarked as he drove. "You two are going to be, and I've been wanting this to happen for awhile, my sons."
When Officer Tom stated that statement, it felt like both Boss and Mike fell into a blackhole of memory. "Us? Brothers?" Boss questioned. "Whoa!" Mike shouted. "Bad Hams and Ham-Hams aren't even close to being brothers!" "Why does it matter?" Officer Tom asked as he continued to drive. "What do they got what you haven't?" "Nothing!" Mike retorted.
Boss looked around the police car. There was a steel cage between the front seats and the back. "Why's there a cage here?" he inquired. "Oh," Officer Tom remarked, "it's for when me and Bob take in criminals trying to hurt us and they can't get to us." "Who the heck is Bob?" Boss asked. "Officer Bob's my partner," he replied. "In crime," Mike murmured.
An hour passed, and it was seven in the morning. The police vehicle approached a sign that said, "Welcome to Hamster City!" "Where the heck is that?" Boss queried. "Remember?" Mike mocked. "Three weeks? Third day?" Boss shivered at the thought of the three weeks. "So that's what this city's called, huh?" he remarked.
The police car passed Hamster City in only a few minutes. When it passed the city, the car came to the suburbs behind Hamster City. Officer Tom drove to a small neighborhood where there were only one-story houses. Suddenly Boss and Mike had a flashback about when they were going to Officer Tom's house fourteen years ago.
When the police car parked in front of Officer Tom's house, all the memory came flooding back into the two foes' heads. Officer Tom parked the car and said, "No one is awake right now, so be quiet! We don't want to wake up anyone, do we?" Actually, Boss thought, we do.
Officer Tom opened his car door, got out, and closed it behind himself. Boss and Mike watched him as he walked up to his home and unlocked the door. Officer Tom turned back around and marched back to the police car. He swung the back seat car door open, and Mike cringed sheepishly. "Stella," he whispered, "where are you?"
Officer Tom seized Mike by the wrist. Mike screamed and yelled, "Stella!!! Bad Hams!!! Get 'im!!!" He snapped his fingers a few times and recalled that Stella nor the Bad Hams knew where he was and weren't there. Officer Tom wrested Mike out of the car and closed the door behind himself. "Good thing I've got child locks on these cars...," he muttered to himself. He pushed Mike toward the door and opened it.
Boss watched in horror as Officer Tom barely struggled to get Mike inside the house. Mike must be really dependent on Stella and the Bad Hams 'cause he looks like he ain't got nothin' on him, he thought. Boss tried over and again to try to get the door open, but it would not budge.
When Officer Tom came back, Boss got jittery inside. I haven't anywhere to go, he reflected reluctantly. Officer Tom opened the door and grabbed his wrist. "C'mon," he muttered. How come I'm the one to get into the stuff with the older and stronger guys? Boss thought. Oh, well, that doesn't matter right now. I've gotta stay with Mike 'cause he's smart, and I know, underneath it all, he'd never leave me. He followed Officer Tom without doing anything. When the door closed behind him, still Boss didn't do anything. "What a good boy you are," Officer Tom praised.
He led Boss down a hallway, still clutching his wrist. Officer Tom reached the last door on the wall at the end of the hallway and opened it. He pushed Boss in it and locked the door behind him.
Boss looked around the small, square room. Mike was sitting on the edge of a queen size bed. He looked distressed as he thought quietly. Other than the bed, there was an empty bookcase, a dresser, and a door leading to a bathroom. "Thank heavens for that," Boss mumbled. Mike's thoughts seemed to pop as he looked up. "I'm DOOMED!" he shouted. "I'm going to be stuck in a small, compacted room with no luxuries and my worst enemy for eternity! And I'll never see beautiful Stella again!!!" "What about the window, you dunce?" Boss asked hastily. Mike pointed toward it and put his head in his paws.
Boss looked in the window and groaned. "Oh no," he mumbled. There, in the window, were steel bars preventing escape. "We're in a kind of prison," Mike remarked, "and I'm stuck in it with you." "Well, believe me," Boss returned. "I'd rather be in here with a big, fat, and gay motorist guy any day of the week instead you, too."
Mike sneered, "At least I can figure out a way to get us out of here." "And at least I'm stronger than you," Boss spat. Mike turned around and retorted, "I'm still more superior than you."
Boss gave up trying to talk to his foe. Like it was out of the blue, a boisterous knock was heard from the other side of the door. "I've got breakfast!" Officer Tom shouted. "Tell him I'm not hungry," Mike spat. Boss sighed and replied, "Mike doesn't want anything to eat." "Tell him to get up and come on!" Officer Tom scolded. "He said to get your tail up and come," he acknowledged Mike. Mike said a few curses under his breath and stepped off the bed.
Officer Tom opened the door and demanded, "C'mon, now you two." Mike cringed behind Boss as if the officer had abused him previously. Boss reluctantly followed Officer Tom to a table. He sat down in one of the chairs and looked toward Mike as Officer Tom went into the kitchen. Mike was still standing as if he had no clue what was happening. Boss pulled him down and whispered, "You're supposed to sit! You're not a dictator here, you're a captive!" "What is that supposed to mean?!" Mike whined. Boss sighed and retorted, "And I thought you knew everything..." "NO! I'm a dictator!" Mike shouted. "Good thing that hamster is not in here, otherwise he'd have you by the neck," he murmured.
Officer Tom came back in with a plate of sunflower seeds as Mike sat at the table. "Is that all you have?" Mike retorted. "You see, Stella always gives me everything. There's no question to it!" Officer Tom stared blankly at Mike. "Ever hear of food other than sunflower seeds?" Mike shouted. "Well," Officer Tom returned, "did you ever hear of manners?" "Have you, too?" Mike feuded. "Coming in the middle of the night and taking us out of our beds wasn't much of manners!" "Neither was your three weeks, Mike!" Boss jumped in.
Officer Tom peered at Mike and said, "What is the deal with these three weeks?" "Do you not remember my Lamborgini?" Mike returned sharply. Memory flooded back to Officer Tom's head. "Why, yes, I do," he replied. "You ran me into a slide, and then you switched the place where you stayed."
Mike remembered how he ran Officer Tom and Officer Bob into the slide. "Yeah, I did that," he replied. Boss finally said, "What do we do, Officer Tom?" "Well," Officer Tom remarked, "you're not supposed to call me Officer Tom. You're supposed to call me Father." "NO!" Boss screamed at him. "You're never being called MY FATHER!!!"
Officer Tom looked at him grimly. "Oh, really?" he retorted. "Then why are you here?" Boss recalled Mike saying that to him on Unstoppable. "I DON'T KNOW!" he screamed at him. Officer Tom stood up and yelled, "Come with me, now!"
Boss got up and followed Officer Tom. Officer Tom seized him by the wrist and took him back to the room him and Mike were in earlier. "Stay in here!" Officer Tom yelled, threw him in the room, and locked the door after closing it. Boss watched the door closely and realized that Mike wouldn't be joining him again for awhile. "It's even worse being in here alone because at least you have something to do with him around," he whispered to himself. Boss pulled the covers of the bed back and climbed in. "Dear Mother," he prayed, "why was it him who came to check things out? Why didn't Officer Bob take me in? And this is all because I called the police..."