Hello dudes! I just decided I'm gonna post the rest of the story since I have it written. I won't torture you anymore. The only warning is that some of these were actually written at 3 in the morning so forgive me. Have a happy turkey day!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Rent. I do know that Jonathan Larson was a genius though.

Mark was awoken by the sound of the ringing phone.

He looked at the clock, cursed, put on his glasses, and looked at the clock.

2:27 AM

"Who the hell calls at 2:30 in the morning?" he asked to no one in particular as he picked up the phone.

"Eeeeek!" screeched the female callers.

"Maureen? Joanne? What's wrong?"

"MICE!!" they both screamed in unison.

"Oi." sighed Mark. It was 2:30 in the morning. He didn't want to leave his bed, let alone the loft. But he figured it might be a good idea to help them before their screaming woke up the entire city of New York.

"Alright. I'll be over soon. I might have Roger with me...if I can get him out of bed."

"Hurry!!" they screamed once again.

"Oh boy." sighed Mark as he walked into Roger's room.

The place looked like it had been hit with a hurricane.

Mark took a deep breath, very worried about Roger's reaction to a two AM awakening.

"What the hell? He'll kill me anyway! Might as well make this interesting."

Mark ferociously tickled Roger into consciousness.

"I'm awake dammit! I'm awake!"

Roger shook his head a bit to bring himself to his senses to use with his consciousness.

"What the hell was that for? It's..." Roger looked at the clock, "2:45 in the morning! I shouldn't be getting up for another ten hours!"

"Maureen and Joanne just called..."

"So?" said Roger. He was grumpy in the morning. Especially the far-too-early morning.

"They have mice in their apartment, which they must both be deathly scared of. They need our help getting rid of the stupid fur brains."

"Do we have to go?" whined Roger at a last resort.

"Yes. For the good of the gang!"

"You know you're really corny, right?"

"Shut up. It's 3 in the morning."

HA! IT WAS MICE! I refuse to tell you how Mark and Roger fix this until a various amount of reviews. Or you just click it. Give me reviews anyway please. They help.