The next day with Hamtaro...
Hamtaro woke up early in the morning. Officer Tom did something last night, he thought as climbed out of the bed he was sleeping in. He had shared a bed with Nin-Ham while Caitlin and Penelope slept in the other bed. Stella had fallen asleep in a chair that was next to a table in the hotel room.
Stella opened one of her closed eyes and yawned. Hamtaro looked toward her as she got up from the chair. "Did you find out anything, Hamtaro?" Stella inquired as she ambled toward him. Stella's a hot head about things and will go off telling hamsters that it's Officer Tom, and I don't know for sure, so I won't tell her it's Officer Tom, Hamtaro recalled nonchalantly. "Nope," he responded.
Penelope heard the conversation and practically flew to Hamtaro. "Ookwee! Ookwee!" she shouted. Nin-Ham and Caitlin contiguesly woke up. "What's happening?" Caitlin questioned as she got out of the bed she and Penelope slept in. "Nothing!" Hamtaro replied speedily. "You sure?" Nin- Ham asked. "Yes!" he answered.
"OOKWEE! OOKWEE!!!" Penelope finally screamed at Hamtaro. "What's Penelope saying?" he asked Caitlin. She shrugged in reply and remarked, "I dunno. Pashmina knows, but we can't add to this hotel bill. Let's check out so we won't have to pay another night."
Hamtaro glanced down at the ground. I wonder what Laura thinks about this, he thought. I hope she's not too worried about me or hasn't noticed I'm gone, but I don't think she wouldn't notice. Hamtaro nodded and said, "Let's check out so we won't have to pay another night." "Like I said," Caitlin replied as they exited the room.
With Boss and Mike...
Mike opened one of his closed eyes slowly. Man, I was wishing yesterday was only a dream, he thought as he sat upward. Mike glanced around and saw that Boss was still asleep. The light came through the barred window as Mike got out of the bed.
After a few minutes of pacing around the room, Mike sat back down on the bed. He turned toward Boss, who was still asleep, and shook him slightly. "Are you awake? I can't stand to not talk," Mike questioned.
Boss turned around in the bed and mumbled, "I thought yesterday was just a bad nightmare." "When Officer Tom comes to get us for breakfast, I want you to pretend you're still asleep so you won't have to see the ham. OK?" Mike told him. Boss nodded as he closed his eyes again.
A few minutes later, Mike heard Officer Tom knock on the door. "Breakfast is ready," Officer Tom said in a gruff voice. He opened the door and saw that Boss was still asleep. Officer Tom trudged over to the bed and shook him once. Boss steadily opened one of his eyes, and, when he saw it was Officer Tom, he pressed against the wall and yelled, "What do you want?!"
Officer Tom grinned a demented grin and retorted, "I've got breakfast ready." "I'm not comin'!" Boss returned sharply. "Oh, yes, you are," Officer Tom told him as he seized his wrist and pulled him off of the bed. "Don't you worry about that."
Mike watched in fear as he pressed up against the wall. I'm no match for this so-called officer, he recalled as he glanced toward the door. It was open without an obstacle in sight. Mike made a run for it, but Officer Tom grasped his arm before he got close to the door.
"Let go of me now, or I'll get the Bad Hams!" Mike demanded. Officer Tom pushed him back onto the bed as he held onto Boss, who was trying to make a run for it, too. "You'll have no breakfast!" Officer Tom stated as he wrenched Boss out of the room.
Officer Tom closed the door once he got out with Boss. "What do you want anyways?!" Boss demanded as Officer Tom pulled something out of his utility belt. "Go now," he ordered as he pulled out a bat from his belt. "I don't have to use this most of the time, but I've used it before."
Officer Tom held onto Boss until they got into the dining room. "Sit down," Officer Tom demanded as he wrenched Boss toward the table. Boss sat down, and Officer Tom sat next to him. Boss was about to get up and move a seat down, but Officer Tom gave him "the look."
After about thirty minutes of watching Boss not eat, Officer Tom took him into the living room. He turned on the TV and waited for a response from Boss. There was no reply whatsoever. How much could this kid ask for? Officer Tom thought. He's acting as if I abused him. Hmm...
Officer Tom then remembered last night. From when Officer Bob called him a pedophile until he collapsed in the living room, he remembered it all.
After a minute of remembering all he did, Officer Tom hastily remarked, "C'mon, kid." He grasped Boss's arm before Boss could make out what he was saying. Officer Tom pulled him to the room where he and Mike stayed and opened the door. He pushed Boss in the room and locked the door again.
Mike was laying on the bed reading the book he was still borrowing. "How was it?" Mike questioned. "Did you bring back any for me?" "I didn't accept it," Boss replied. Mike groaned and marked his page in his book.
Boss thought a minute and asked, "Now, what were you saying about that dictionary of Maxwell's before you went to sleep?" Mike grinned and responded, "Well, if I made sure this Officer Tom didn't get to you, I could have that dictionary. That is, if we get out of here." "Done deal," Boss said as he looked out the window.
"You know what?" Boss questioned as he turned around. "I'm gonna attempt to get us outta here. I just need this dresser drawer..." He turned toward the dresser on the other side of the room. Boss walked toward it and pulled on a drawer on the dresser. The drawer was opened but couldn't be pulled out.
"Well, that stinks," Boss muttered as he trudged back to the bed. "The only entertainment in here is sitting here talking to you." "What's wrong with that?" Mike demanded. "Nothing," he responded. "Just to be frank, I'm bored."
Mike nodded and replied, "Well, so am I. I want a martini! But am I gonna get one? No, I'm not. It's just as ironic as your little expierience last night." Boss sighed and laid back on the bed. "Where did you put my shovel?" he inquired.
Mike reached under the bed and handed Boss his shovel. "I could probably get us outta here," Boss acknowledged as he got up from the bed. "Just with your smarts and my skill at digging, we can get outta here."
Boss peered toward Mike, who was thinking. "How could you use my smarts?" Mike asked. "Well, I thought you'd know that one, too," Boss replied. "If I can think for a few hours, I probably can tell you how you can shovel us out of here," he responded.
Hamtaro woke up early in the morning. Officer Tom did something last night, he thought as climbed out of the bed he was sleeping in. He had shared a bed with Nin-Ham while Caitlin and Penelope slept in the other bed. Stella had fallen asleep in a chair that was next to a table in the hotel room.
Stella opened one of her closed eyes and yawned. Hamtaro looked toward her as she got up from the chair. "Did you find out anything, Hamtaro?" Stella inquired as she ambled toward him. Stella's a hot head about things and will go off telling hamsters that it's Officer Tom, and I don't know for sure, so I won't tell her it's Officer Tom, Hamtaro recalled nonchalantly. "Nope," he responded.
Penelope heard the conversation and practically flew to Hamtaro. "Ookwee! Ookwee!" she shouted. Nin-Ham and Caitlin contiguesly woke up. "What's happening?" Caitlin questioned as she got out of the bed she and Penelope slept in. "Nothing!" Hamtaro replied speedily. "You sure?" Nin- Ham asked. "Yes!" he answered.
"OOKWEE! OOKWEE!!!" Penelope finally screamed at Hamtaro. "What's Penelope saying?" he asked Caitlin. She shrugged in reply and remarked, "I dunno. Pashmina knows, but we can't add to this hotel bill. Let's check out so we won't have to pay another night."
Hamtaro glanced down at the ground. I wonder what Laura thinks about this, he thought. I hope she's not too worried about me or hasn't noticed I'm gone, but I don't think she wouldn't notice. Hamtaro nodded and said, "Let's check out so we won't have to pay another night." "Like I said," Caitlin replied as they exited the room.
With Boss and Mike...
Mike opened one of his closed eyes slowly. Man, I was wishing yesterday was only a dream, he thought as he sat upward. Mike glanced around and saw that Boss was still asleep. The light came through the barred window as Mike got out of the bed.
After a few minutes of pacing around the room, Mike sat back down on the bed. He turned toward Boss, who was still asleep, and shook him slightly. "Are you awake? I can't stand to not talk," Mike questioned.
Boss turned around in the bed and mumbled, "I thought yesterday was just a bad nightmare." "When Officer Tom comes to get us for breakfast, I want you to pretend you're still asleep so you won't have to see the ham. OK?" Mike told him. Boss nodded as he closed his eyes again.
A few minutes later, Mike heard Officer Tom knock on the door. "Breakfast is ready," Officer Tom said in a gruff voice. He opened the door and saw that Boss was still asleep. Officer Tom trudged over to the bed and shook him once. Boss steadily opened one of his eyes, and, when he saw it was Officer Tom, he pressed against the wall and yelled, "What do you want?!"
Officer Tom grinned a demented grin and retorted, "I've got breakfast ready." "I'm not comin'!" Boss returned sharply. "Oh, yes, you are," Officer Tom told him as he seized his wrist and pulled him off of the bed. "Don't you worry about that."
Mike watched in fear as he pressed up against the wall. I'm no match for this so-called officer, he recalled as he glanced toward the door. It was open without an obstacle in sight. Mike made a run for it, but Officer Tom grasped his arm before he got close to the door.
"Let go of me now, or I'll get the Bad Hams!" Mike demanded. Officer Tom pushed him back onto the bed as he held onto Boss, who was trying to make a run for it, too. "You'll have no breakfast!" Officer Tom stated as he wrenched Boss out of the room.
Officer Tom closed the door once he got out with Boss. "What do you want anyways?!" Boss demanded as Officer Tom pulled something out of his utility belt. "Go now," he ordered as he pulled out a bat from his belt. "I don't have to use this most of the time, but I've used it before."
Officer Tom held onto Boss until they got into the dining room. "Sit down," Officer Tom demanded as he wrenched Boss toward the table. Boss sat down, and Officer Tom sat next to him. Boss was about to get up and move a seat down, but Officer Tom gave him "the look."
After about thirty minutes of watching Boss not eat, Officer Tom took him into the living room. He turned on the TV and waited for a response from Boss. There was no reply whatsoever. How much could this kid ask for? Officer Tom thought. He's acting as if I abused him. Hmm...
Officer Tom then remembered last night. From when Officer Bob called him a pedophile until he collapsed in the living room, he remembered it all.
After a minute of remembering all he did, Officer Tom hastily remarked, "C'mon, kid." He grasped Boss's arm before Boss could make out what he was saying. Officer Tom pulled him to the room where he and Mike stayed and opened the door. He pushed Boss in the room and locked the door again.
Mike was laying on the bed reading the book he was still borrowing. "How was it?" Mike questioned. "Did you bring back any for me?" "I didn't accept it," Boss replied. Mike groaned and marked his page in his book.
Boss thought a minute and asked, "Now, what were you saying about that dictionary of Maxwell's before you went to sleep?" Mike grinned and responded, "Well, if I made sure this Officer Tom didn't get to you, I could have that dictionary. That is, if we get out of here." "Done deal," Boss said as he looked out the window.
"You know what?" Boss questioned as he turned around. "I'm gonna attempt to get us outta here. I just need this dresser drawer..." He turned toward the dresser on the other side of the room. Boss walked toward it and pulled on a drawer on the dresser. The drawer was opened but couldn't be pulled out.
"Well, that stinks," Boss muttered as he trudged back to the bed. "The only entertainment in here is sitting here talking to you." "What's wrong with that?" Mike demanded. "Nothing," he responded. "Just to be frank, I'm bored."
Mike nodded and replied, "Well, so am I. I want a martini! But am I gonna get one? No, I'm not. It's just as ironic as your little expierience last night." Boss sighed and laid back on the bed. "Where did you put my shovel?" he inquired.
Mike reached under the bed and handed Boss his shovel. "I could probably get us outta here," Boss acknowledged as he got up from the bed. "Just with your smarts and my skill at digging, we can get outta here."
Boss peered toward Mike, who was thinking. "How could you use my smarts?" Mike asked. "Well, I thought you'd know that one, too," Boss replied. "If I can think for a few hours, I probably can tell you how you can shovel us out of here," he responded.