Note: This chapter was actually written at 3 in the morning. This will explain my craziness.
And P.S. The girl at camp didn't have mice in her room. She just thought her fridge coughed. Just clarifying.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the Rent characters. I love it though. That counts for something, doesn't it?
And once again: Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for all your readers! And Idina Menzel!!!!!
"Get ready for total chaos."
"Whatever," yawned Roger, "Let's get this done. I'm tired."
They had to gather some random mouse catching devices; cheese, cages left from Collins, humane mouse traps left by Maureen when they also had mice. In finding these, they realized the loft desperately needed cleaning, but they still didn't feel like getting rid of the clutter.
Mark and Roger knocked on the door and braced themselves for the worst, or at least braced themselves as much as two extremely sleep deprived guys can.
Maureen answered the door still in her, er....wardrobe. The guys looked inside and saw a couple overturned chairs and Joanne beating a mouse away from her feet with a teddy-bear. They were tempted to turn around then and leave.
"Good! You're here! Now get THEM out!"
"Calm down, Maureen. You too, Joanne," Roger called to the teddy-bear-swinging girl.
"Swatting them isn't going to help, Joanne," said Mark.
"Then what will?" wailed Joanne.
"These!" exclaimed Roger.
The boys pulled out their sacks of nifty gadgets.
"We're doomed!" cried Maureen, "We're doomed to a mousy existence forever!"
"Chill Mo." said Mark, slightly ticked at her confidence in the guys.
"Just get them oouut!" whined Joanne, still whirling the defenseless stuffed animal about the ground.
"Okay," yawned Roger. He was very calm. This was only because he was still half asleep.
They set up the traps, cheese, and cages and left the rodent-infested room. Maureen and Joanne, after refusing to sleep in their apartment with a few extra...furry guests, walked back to the loft with Roger and Mark.
Ain't they resourceful? Review please!