Chapter 7: Away For Christmas
With Boss...
Boss opened one eye and then shut it. He then shot open his eyes. He sat up from lying on his side and glanced around. The room he was in was small and gray with a wooden table with two chairs in the middle. There was a small window near the ceiling that was half covered with snow.
Boss's whiskers quivered. He glanced around with short breaths. "Where...where am...am...am... WHERE AM I?!!"
Boss jumped up and paced around. "Where am I?!! How did I get here?!! Where is this place?!!" He came to the window and tried to jump up toward it but could not reach it. Boss stepped back from it and stared at it with glossy eyes.
"Calm down, this isn't the rapture," Mike's voice said from behind him.
He spun around toward Mike. Mike was glaring at Boss from the doorway which he had not noticed. He leaned again the door frame.
"Where am I?"
"Well...er... Oh yeah, I have to explain something..." Mike walked in through the door and closed it behind himself. "Sit down at that table, and I'll tell you."
Boss walked over to the table and sat down. Mike sat across from him.
"So you wanna know? Well, er... Where shall I begin?"
"Start at the beginning."
"Oh, yes... Well, I was scanning through all of my plan folders in my library when I found the folder of Plan C, involving the Ham-Hams. So I open it up and find Plan A of Plan C, which we've already done, if you remember those three weeks... But that linked to Plan D. So then I looked at Plan B of Plan C right behind it, and I realize 'Why didn't I do this last year?' So I took it out, showed it again to everyone, and they also forgot about it... So we reformulated the plan to fit our needs..."
"So what's the plan?"
"I'm not telling you! So anyway, that was Sunday evening, and I saw you walking around that night, so I talked you into going walking with me... I mean, I couldn't have done the same thing that I did for Plan A of Plan C because you have CC there... So that was my alternative. Next morning you walk with me, and I get to learn what you're doing for Christmas. So we work a little with that info, and then the next morning we went Christmas shopping. I get you to trust me obviously just because I buy you a crap load of expensive crap... This morning around three thirty I call you, then go over to the clubhouse, and then you fix me a cup of hot chocolate that tasted like crap. And then you go into your bedroom to tend to your little kid, so I slip one of those knockout pills into your hot chocolate, you down it, and then you get knocked out.
"Well, you obviously didn't eat a lot of Halloween candy or you did but burned it off in about five seconds because I take you and carry you all the way here, the Bad Hams Place, and put you in this old meeting room. So there you have it. My story."
"...So can I leave now?"
Mike flashed his chocolate brown eyes. "What? You're asking me if you can leave now? Peh, I don't think you got the point...again. ...Don't you understand?"
Boss sat there thinking for a moment.
"...Figure it out while you're away for Christmas," Mike murmured as he stood up and walked out the door.
"...I'm away for Christmas?" Boss asked himself. "...Oh no..."