Notice: If you've not read "Mr. Mysterious", you won't understand Mike,
Stella, and the Bad Hams' Deal. If you've read it, read on!
Back where I left off...
Mike busted open the door of the clubhouse. "I know you're in here! Boss!" Mike screamed.
Boss had his weight on the door to his bedroom. Haven't I had enough today? he thought, thinking of him trusting Stella and not knowing he was in trouble. His own weight squeezing him, desperately breathing. Mike persecuting him and finally knocking him out. Boss's reality being turned into confusion.
Boss sat down on his bed with his head in his paws. He forgot Snoozer outside when he ran into the clubhouse.
Mike, on the other hand, was backed against the table.
Back outside...
"Hmm...that's strange..." a familiar voice said. "Sleeper's outside." He strummed his guitar and stood in the light; no doubt, it was Jingle. "Must be cleaning, might need help. Not from someone who eats kelp...wait! I eat kelp! Oh well, might as well help." Jingle dragged Snoozer inside his sock.
Back with Mike...
"Phew!" Mike landed his back against the entrance door. But it opened. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mike fell and tripped over Snoozer. "Wha?" Jingle said. "Who are you? I'm Jingle, no moo." "OK, what's the deal with the moo? I'm Mike," he said. "Rhymes," Jingle replied. "Are you helping cleaning too?" Mike gave Jingle the stink eye, picked up one end of the rope, and used it as a whip to flip over the table.
Meanwhile with Boss...
Thoughts of horrible things overwhelmed him as he lay expressionless on his back on the bed. Boss clutched his paws into fists and lay them on his stomach. He wouldn't speak, he thought as he heard Mike whip things with his rope.
Now Jingle...
Jingle desperately flipped the table back over as Mike took out everything in the room. "Not here..." Mike muttered as he crawled on his knees. "Maybe I'll help clean his room..." Jingle said aloud. He left Mike looking through Maxwell's library.
Jingle entered Boss's room and Boss sat up quickly. "What do you want me to clean first?" Jingle asked. Boss wouldn't reply. "Heke?" Jingle wondered. "Play a song for me, Jingle. I didn't know you were here..." Boss said, concealing his anger. Jingle sat in a corner and started playing "Love Me Tender" (You know, the song by Elvis Presley!). Mike came to the door. "So, there you hide," he said. Mike came up to him and Boss pounced like a jaguar. "Get 'em off me!" Mike screamed as Boss bit him.
The two were wrestling around and knocking over things. Boss wouldn't let that poor excuse of a hamster kid around him. Mike continued to scream bloody murder until Jingle started playing "Surrender" (Another Elvis song).
Back where I left off...
Mike busted open the door of the clubhouse. "I know you're in here! Boss!" Mike screamed.
Boss had his weight on the door to his bedroom. Haven't I had enough today? he thought, thinking of him trusting Stella and not knowing he was in trouble. His own weight squeezing him, desperately breathing. Mike persecuting him and finally knocking him out. Boss's reality being turned into confusion.
Boss sat down on his bed with his head in his paws. He forgot Snoozer outside when he ran into the clubhouse.
Mike, on the other hand, was backed against the table.
Back outside...
"Hmm...that's strange..." a familiar voice said. "Sleeper's outside." He strummed his guitar and stood in the light; no doubt, it was Jingle. "Must be cleaning, might need help. Not from someone who eats kelp...wait! I eat kelp! Oh well, might as well help." Jingle dragged Snoozer inside his sock.
Back with Mike...
"Phew!" Mike landed his back against the entrance door. But it opened. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mike fell and tripped over Snoozer. "Wha?" Jingle said. "Who are you? I'm Jingle, no moo." "OK, what's the deal with the moo? I'm Mike," he said. "Rhymes," Jingle replied. "Are you helping cleaning too?" Mike gave Jingle the stink eye, picked up one end of the rope, and used it as a whip to flip over the table.
Meanwhile with Boss...
Thoughts of horrible things overwhelmed him as he lay expressionless on his back on the bed. Boss clutched his paws into fists and lay them on his stomach. He wouldn't speak, he thought as he heard Mike whip things with his rope.
Now Jingle...
Jingle desperately flipped the table back over as Mike took out everything in the room. "Not here..." Mike muttered as he crawled on his knees. "Maybe I'll help clean his room..." Jingle said aloud. He left Mike looking through Maxwell's library.
Jingle entered Boss's room and Boss sat up quickly. "What do you want me to clean first?" Jingle asked. Boss wouldn't reply. "Heke?" Jingle wondered. "Play a song for me, Jingle. I didn't know you were here..." Boss said, concealing his anger. Jingle sat in a corner and started playing "Love Me Tender" (You know, the song by Elvis Presley!). Mike came to the door. "So, there you hide," he said. Mike came up to him and Boss pounced like a jaguar. "Get 'em off me!" Mike screamed as Boss bit him.
The two were wrestling around and knocking over things. Boss wouldn't let that poor excuse of a hamster kid around him. Mike continued to scream bloody murder until Jingle started playing "Surrender" (Another Elvis song).