Boss sat in the clubhouse, a mug of tea in his hand. There was silence in the clubhouse, save for the rumbling of Snoozer as he slept. Boss sighed.

"Can I really do this?" He asked himself. "Give up on all my dreams?" Once again silence descended on the clubhouse.

"Hafta try anyway…" Mumbled Snoozer in his sleep. Boss looked over at him.

"How is he able to answer questions in his sleep?" He asked, smiling a bit. "Ah, well, let's go get this sorted out." Boss downed the rest of his tea and stuck the mug over on the side for washing up. He made his way over to the door. "See you later, Snoozer." He called, but got no reply. He shook his head, and stepped out into the tunnel.

Soon he was out the tunnels and walking through the park. He was so wrapped up, he almost walked right into Jingle, who was coming towards him on along the path.

"Woah, Boss man!" He said. "It helps to keep an eye on the road. Keeps you going in the right direction."

"Uh, yeah." Replied Boss. "So, in town for the Ball then?" Asked Boss, trying to make an effort at conversation.

"Indeed I am. With an audience to please, I cannot disappoint!" He paused and reached round for his guitar. "Have a listen, take a load off. You look like you're stressing." Boss Looked over at him.

"Um, nah, sorry. I've got things to do…" He began.

"Well, that's too bad. Rush around too much and you can miss the best bits of life," said Jingle, sagely.

"Don't I know it…" Replied Boss, almost to himself.

"You look too tense, Boss Man. You need to just learn to let go." He passed Boss a small book from his bag.

"Oh, not this thing again," groaned Boss, looking at the cover of '92 Rules of Self-Improvement to Make You a Better Ham.'

"Hey, man. The book just knows." He walked round Boss and headed further off down the path. "Check out Rule 18." He said, turning and wandering off down the path. Boss, not knowing what else to do, opened the book.

"Let's see, rule 18: Eat lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, to ensure a healthy digestive tract." Boss re-read it ,just to check for any hidden meanings. "How on earth does that help?" He yelled.

"Um, might be 28..." Came Jingle's voice from around the corner of the path. Boss flicked through the book again.

"Oh, I can hardly wait for this," he said sarcastically. "Rule 28," he read. "Always go to the Bathroom before bed. You will enjoy a good night's sleep." Boss's eye twitched slightly. "Only a ham as mad as Jingle would take advice from a book which tries to tell you when to go to the toilet" He laughed and flicked through the book at random. "This is all rubbish! Rule 48: You can't change the past. Focus on fixing the future." Boss froze and stared, opening his mouth a few times. "Ok, that's a little weird." He began. "Still, it's only coincidence." He paused. "Only a coincidence…" He said again, forcing himself to believe it.

"Still," He thought to himself, "It's right. I'll never be with Bijou now, but I can still be friends with all the Hams so long as I fix this mess." Smiling slightly, he set off purposefully towards Hamtaro's house. "And I don't need this!" He added, chucking the Rule book onto the grass verge. As Boss ran off, the wind caught the book and blew it open to a page.

"Rule 91: There are 101 uses for a dead cat. Do not waste them."