Next morning...
"Wha? Music?" Boss's voice trembled he was so worn out. "Jingle! Jingle! I need help here!" Mike had clutched onto Boss's fur when wrestling with him last night, but he fell asleep slumped over Boss. "Jiu- jitsuing is highly overated," Jingle replied as he played "Blue Suede Shoes" (yet another Elvis song). "You annoy me Jingle...more than anything or anyone on the face of this earth..." Boss mumbled as he shook Mike.
Even though his eyes were closed, Mike was awake; he was just thinking, Jingle. Jingle. That might be a way to get to Boss, which'll get me to the Ham-Hams! I'm so smart! I just gotta get Jingle to be on my side. Mike opened his eyes and got off of Boss. He then ran out the door.
Later that day at the clubhouse...
"I wonder when Caitlin will visit us again," Sandy said. "I wonder where Jingle went..." Hamtaro wondered. "Yeah," all the Ham-Hams said except Boss. He didn't care about Jingle no more than he cared about Mike. Personally, he thought Jingle was the worst thing ever breathing on the face of this earth. "Yeah," Boss mumbled under his breath.
With Jingle...
"Hmm..." He turned around. There was little 8.9 centimeter Stella with her four, major, gray spots shining like silver. "I'm Stella, Jingle," she said. "How'd-" Jingle was cut off as Stella pulled his paw and started walking. "Someone needs you," Stella stated.
Jingle followed Stella across the river and started walking a ways from it. "Stella, where are we going?" Jingle had to ask. "My place," she retorted in haste. Soon, they got to the PANELS of the place. Jingle was looking around so he didn't see how Stella opened the door.
It's hot in here," Jingle mumbled as he went down the stairs that were fragile dirt. Stella walked in silence. When they got down there, it wasn't a table with a four-legged chair and a broken one; it was a room with three bean-bag chairs, but it was still low-lit. Mike was sitting in one of the them. "Jingle, sit," Mike said. Jingle sat comfortably in one and sat his guitar at the side of the bean-bag on the ground. Stella sat next to Jingle in the SAME bean-bag chair. "...uh..." Jingle started, but Stella answered, "It's reserved for someone. Would you get them for us?" Stella and Mike started in deep conversation.
With...?
She listened attentively as Mike and Stella spoke aloud to Jingle. "Uh-oh," she said, "better tell the Ham-Hams."
"Wha? Music?" Boss's voice trembled he was so worn out. "Jingle! Jingle! I need help here!" Mike had clutched onto Boss's fur when wrestling with him last night, but he fell asleep slumped over Boss. "Jiu- jitsuing is highly overated," Jingle replied as he played "Blue Suede Shoes" (yet another Elvis song). "You annoy me Jingle...more than anything or anyone on the face of this earth..." Boss mumbled as he shook Mike.
Even though his eyes were closed, Mike was awake; he was just thinking, Jingle. Jingle. That might be a way to get to Boss, which'll get me to the Ham-Hams! I'm so smart! I just gotta get Jingle to be on my side. Mike opened his eyes and got off of Boss. He then ran out the door.
Later that day at the clubhouse...
"I wonder when Caitlin will visit us again," Sandy said. "I wonder where Jingle went..." Hamtaro wondered. "Yeah," all the Ham-Hams said except Boss. He didn't care about Jingle no more than he cared about Mike. Personally, he thought Jingle was the worst thing ever breathing on the face of this earth. "Yeah," Boss mumbled under his breath.
With Jingle...
"Hmm..." He turned around. There was little 8.9 centimeter Stella with her four, major, gray spots shining like silver. "I'm Stella, Jingle," she said. "How'd-" Jingle was cut off as Stella pulled his paw and started walking. "Someone needs you," Stella stated.
Jingle followed Stella across the river and started walking a ways from it. "Stella, where are we going?" Jingle had to ask. "My place," she retorted in haste. Soon, they got to the PANELS of the place. Jingle was looking around so he didn't see how Stella opened the door.
It's hot in here," Jingle mumbled as he went down the stairs that were fragile dirt. Stella walked in silence. When they got down there, it wasn't a table with a four-legged chair and a broken one; it was a room with three bean-bag chairs, but it was still low-lit. Mike was sitting in one of the them. "Jingle, sit," Mike said. Jingle sat comfortably in one and sat his guitar at the side of the bean-bag on the ground. Stella sat next to Jingle in the SAME bean-bag chair. "...uh..." Jingle started, but Stella answered, "It's reserved for someone. Would you get them for us?" Stella and Mike started in deep conversation.
With...?
She listened attentively as Mike and Stella spoke aloud to Jingle. "Uh-oh," she said, "better tell the Ham-Hams."