With Jingle...
Jingle walked into the clubhouse with a cheerful smile and a glistening golden trophy. "I won the contest!" he shouted with glee. "Huh?" Jingle looked around and noticed the destruction that was in the clubhouse. "What h-h-h-happened?!" Jingle yelled and busted open the door to Boss's bedroom. He noted what he saw and mumbled reluctantly, "Th-th- they c-c-came... What am I supposed to say? Or do? This truly is the end..."
In the morning at the clubhouse...
Jingle was awake until about 5 A.M. He'd been only thinking of the safety of the Ham-Hams but didn't know what to expect. Caitlin darted in and yelled, "Boss! Jingle! I gotta tell you something!" "Caitlin..." Jingle muttered. "...look for yourself..."
Caitlin looked around and shouted, "I've got to get Hamtaro! He's the only one who can help now!" "But what will he do?" he asked. "If we don't know, then he won't know." "How do you know?!" she fussed. "Hamtaro might be the one who will save us all! How many times has he saved us? Huh?" "Bunches, I'm sure," Jingle replied, "but no one knows what to do yet... By the way, what were you going to say?" "Well..." Caitlin mumbled and explained what she saw the previous night. "Let's go fetch Hamtaro then," Jingle muttered afterward.
Back with Boss...
Boss was still awake. I had an hour's sleep and that's all I need to survive a day, he thought. But, err...I'm not sure what will happen. Caitlin may be right. They may have brought me out here to kill me on the spot or make the Ham-Hams suffer. Or, of course, we all might get murdered. Then again, I don't want to die! I'm too young! Boss sat upward like he was awake, but the black circles under his eyes showed sleepiness.
A boisterous knock came from the door, and he knew immediately what he was up for. Number 1 and Number 2 were in the doorway, apprehended him, and took him into the walkway. Boss didn't dare ask a question because he reminded himself where it'd get him if he muttered a line.
The two Bad Hams halted in front of the door and knocked softer than earlier. Boss didn't want to go in, so he disregarded. Number 1 kicked him in the heel, and Boss started to walk again. Mike was in the other room. "How are you? Oh! Let me guess...awful!" he condescended. Mike started to laugh like Boss would imagine he'd do...
ONCE AGAIN.
"Anyhow, skipping that," Mike muttered, "look at you now! You're not the same proud, unexpecting, young hamster that I had met a few days ago! Ha! Ain't it funny? Look at the downfall you had! Where's that hamster now? Huh?" Boss thought about that for a minute...it was true. How did Mike do it? How could he fall so quickly? Or did he do it to himself?
"Listen here," Mike muttered. "Number 1. Number 2. Leave the room. Right away." The two looked at each other and gave a hostile glare to Boss as they exited. "I want you to listen and tell me what you think," he murmured. "I don't have anything to do with you, Mike," Boss replied. "This," Mike retorted, "is for your own sake, not mine. It's your choice in three weeks. To give up those so-called 'friends' to me or I make your life misery for the rest of its pitiful time or I do something else... Do you understand? Three weeks is all I'm giving you, no more or less than that. If you do so choose to say yes to give up those pathetic Ham-Hams, you shall be treated like a me around here. I can control that because I'm commander of everything around here. But if you choose not to say yes, I'll have to have the Bad Hams let you suffer a few things, then I shall kill you in an instant, and that'll be it of you. Then you have no control on this earth for eternity and the Ham-Hams are automatically mine."
Boss paused and thought a minute. He couldn't do that to the Ham- Hams. He wouldn't ever give them up, even if he had to be agonized and be tormented and or be murdered by Mike himself.
Number 1 and Number 2 came in again pushed him out of the room without letting Boss reply. They threw him back in the cell and left him alone. Boss sat down and thought, I did this to myself, but Mike refuses to say it. Maybe if I say I did it to myself, he'll get really mad. But where will that get me? No where. I have three weeks, starting now. Dern it, what am I supposed to say? The Ham-Hams wouldn't want me dead, and they wouldn't want me to give them up, even if Mike did what he said. I can't live three weeks with these Hams and have a decision in twenty-one days!
There was food before him, but he didn't want to eat. I'll die slowly if I have to, Boss thought. I'd rather commit suicide than be murdered by my worst enemy. "I'm going on a hunger strike," Boss mumbled and laid on the ground. "I wonder what the Ham-Hams are doin' right about now..."
Jingle walked into the clubhouse with a cheerful smile and a glistening golden trophy. "I won the contest!" he shouted with glee. "Huh?" Jingle looked around and noticed the destruction that was in the clubhouse. "What h-h-h-happened?!" Jingle yelled and busted open the door to Boss's bedroom. He noted what he saw and mumbled reluctantly, "Th-th- they c-c-came... What am I supposed to say? Or do? This truly is the end..."
In the morning at the clubhouse...
Jingle was awake until about 5 A.M. He'd been only thinking of the safety of the Ham-Hams but didn't know what to expect. Caitlin darted in and yelled, "Boss! Jingle! I gotta tell you something!" "Caitlin..." Jingle muttered. "...look for yourself..."
Caitlin looked around and shouted, "I've got to get Hamtaro! He's the only one who can help now!" "But what will he do?" he asked. "If we don't know, then he won't know." "How do you know?!" she fussed. "Hamtaro might be the one who will save us all! How many times has he saved us? Huh?" "Bunches, I'm sure," Jingle replied, "but no one knows what to do yet... By the way, what were you going to say?" "Well..." Caitlin mumbled and explained what she saw the previous night. "Let's go fetch Hamtaro then," Jingle muttered afterward.
Back with Boss...
Boss was still awake. I had an hour's sleep and that's all I need to survive a day, he thought. But, err...I'm not sure what will happen. Caitlin may be right. They may have brought me out here to kill me on the spot or make the Ham-Hams suffer. Or, of course, we all might get murdered. Then again, I don't want to die! I'm too young! Boss sat upward like he was awake, but the black circles under his eyes showed sleepiness.
A boisterous knock came from the door, and he knew immediately what he was up for. Number 1 and Number 2 were in the doorway, apprehended him, and took him into the walkway. Boss didn't dare ask a question because he reminded himself where it'd get him if he muttered a line.
The two Bad Hams halted in front of the door and knocked softer than earlier. Boss didn't want to go in, so he disregarded. Number 1 kicked him in the heel, and Boss started to walk again. Mike was in the other room. "How are you? Oh! Let me guess...awful!" he condescended. Mike started to laugh like Boss would imagine he'd do...
ONCE AGAIN.
"Anyhow, skipping that," Mike muttered, "look at you now! You're not the same proud, unexpecting, young hamster that I had met a few days ago! Ha! Ain't it funny? Look at the downfall you had! Where's that hamster now? Huh?" Boss thought about that for a minute...it was true. How did Mike do it? How could he fall so quickly? Or did he do it to himself?
"Listen here," Mike muttered. "Number 1. Number 2. Leave the room. Right away." The two looked at each other and gave a hostile glare to Boss as they exited. "I want you to listen and tell me what you think," he murmured. "I don't have anything to do with you, Mike," Boss replied. "This," Mike retorted, "is for your own sake, not mine. It's your choice in three weeks. To give up those so-called 'friends' to me or I make your life misery for the rest of its pitiful time or I do something else... Do you understand? Three weeks is all I'm giving you, no more or less than that. If you do so choose to say yes to give up those pathetic Ham-Hams, you shall be treated like a me around here. I can control that because I'm commander of everything around here. But if you choose not to say yes, I'll have to have the Bad Hams let you suffer a few things, then I shall kill you in an instant, and that'll be it of you. Then you have no control on this earth for eternity and the Ham-Hams are automatically mine."
Boss paused and thought a minute. He couldn't do that to the Ham- Hams. He wouldn't ever give them up, even if he had to be agonized and be tormented and or be murdered by Mike himself.
Number 1 and Number 2 came in again pushed him out of the room without letting Boss reply. They threw him back in the cell and left him alone. Boss sat down and thought, I did this to myself, but Mike refuses to say it. Maybe if I say I did it to myself, he'll get really mad. But where will that get me? No where. I have three weeks, starting now. Dern it, what am I supposed to say? The Ham-Hams wouldn't want me dead, and they wouldn't want me to give them up, even if Mike did what he said. I can't live three weeks with these Hams and have a decision in twenty-one days!
There was food before him, but he didn't want to eat. I'll die slowly if I have to, Boss thought. I'd rather commit suicide than be murdered by my worst enemy. "I'm going on a hunger strike," Boss mumbled and laid on the ground. "I wonder what the Ham-Hams are doin' right about now..."