A/N from Cacaxa: Hello again! I'm really sorry it took so long... Here's the next exciting installment...

Chapter 4: Morning Mania

The morning sun rose over the city of Burbank, California, covering the entire city in its warm, yellow light. Some of the light came through the windows of the Staldrof Wasstordia, entering the room of 2 former lab mice...

The flood of light slowly woke Pinky up. He sat up slowly, yawned, rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sand, and stretched his arms.

"It's morning!" he said happily, and he abandoned the warm fuzziness of the bed and walked a few steps, opening the door to the hallway and stepping outside, and looked around a few times and blinked before realizing that this wasn't their cage back in the lab...

"Where are we?" he yelled, and rushed back into the room, shaking Brain, who was almost startled out of a deep sleep.

"Brain!" Pinky yelled. "Brain!"

"...What?" Brain asked drowsily, still not fully awake.

"We got trouble! We're..." he looked around for a second before the events of the previous night came to him.

"...Oh, now I know where we are!" Pinky cried.

Brain (being an extremely deep sleeper) sighed, and promptly fell back asleep.

Pinky then heard a slight gurgling sound. He looked around for the source of the noise, but when he heard it again, he realized it was his stomach growling.

With this knowledge, he went to the small fridge to see if there was anything good to eat in there. He found another fruit cup, and after devouring it, found that he was still hungry.

The scent of cheese came wafting through the hall, and although he was a human in physical appearance, he still had the senses (and mind) of a mouse, so he followed the scent of the cheese down the hallway, leaving Brain behind.

The Staldrof Wasstordia's kitchen was a clean and tidy place, except for a few misplaced items here and there. All the cooks and kitchen staff were busy, preparing for the big breakfast rush in an hour.

Pinky quietly snuck inside the kitchen—his mouse instincts kicking in—and quickly hid behind a large box, out of everyone's sight.

He then saw one of the staff, a woman named Shirley (he saw her name tag due to his keen mouse eyesight) carry a large plate of cheese—the sacred cheese—the Mother Of All Cheeses—the scent of which his supersensitive nose had caught-and place it on a nearby table.

But, unfortunately for him, this table, and his food choice, was in the middle of the room, and in the heaviest of the foot traffic.

But still, since everyone was too busy to notice much, he tried to rush as quickly as he could, grab even a piece of the glorious cheese, and get out as quickly as possible.

He would've made it, too, if he hadn't accidentally slipped on the recently polished floor.

"Woahhhhhhh!!" Pinky cried, and slid across the floor, knocking down several people down in the process.

This (and the crash of plates that resulted), caught everyone's attention, and all eyes were on Pinky, who scrambled to his feet, grabbed a piece of the cheese, and dashed out the door.

Shirley led the charge:

"STOP!! THIEF!!

Brain finally woke up from a glorious dream—a dream where he'd finally managed to take over the world.

He initially didn't know where he was, but he, like Pinky, quickly recalled the events of the last few hours.

He turned to his side.

"Pinky?"

When he didn't find Pinky after searching the room and calling him a few times, he started to worry. Pinky had a talent for getting himself in trouble.

After catching the same scent of cheese that Pinky did, and hearing what sounded like Pinky screaming and people yelling "Thief!" coming from the hallway, he realized that Pinky's love of cheese probably already got himself in trouble...

"PINKY!!" he screamed.

He quickly grabbed his pair of stolen pants and stepped out into the hallway, ready for anything.

Pinky was still running from the angry mob of kitchen employees, stolen cheese in his hand, trying to get back to the room he and Bain had and lock the door before the mob got in.

Just then, Brain stepped out of the doorway, and Pinky turned a corner and Brain saw Pinky barreling towards him at full speed, with a mob armed with various kitchen implements close behind.

"BRAIN!! HELP!!" Pinky yelled in panic, flailing his arms wildly.

Brain barely had time to react. Pinky crashed into Brain, and they both crashed onto the floor. Brain shook it off, and saw the hotel managers coming their way (they'd heard and seen the mob chasing Pinky and one of the mob had taken the time to explain what happened.)

"Pinky, what did you do?" Brain groaned.

Pinky quickly tried to duck behind Brain. He whimpered.

"Hide me!" he begged.

The hotel management reached them, and two security guards (who were even taller then Pinky) grabbed Pinky by the shoulders.

Brain saw the hotel manager, whose name was Kevin—Brain knew this because the man's tag read "Hotel Manager" and "Kevin" in rather large letters—strode in front of Pinky and yelled "Thief! You're coming with us!"

Pinky looked at Kevin with fear in his eyes, and gave a terrified look to Brain, and Brain ran in front of the lead hotel manager to try to help Pinky.

"He didn't mean what he did. He..." Brain struggled to think of the right words. "He has a severe case of mental deficiency and stupidity. He knows not what he does and knows not to whom he speaks."

Kevin glared down at Brain, trying to see if he was lying. "Is that true?"

Brain stared Kevin down and truthfully said, "...Yes."

Kevin seemed convinced. "Then in this case, I'll make an exception." He motioned to the 2 guards to let Pinky go, and they did so.

He leaned in closer to Brain. "If something like this ever happens again," Kevin said, anger in his voice, "he won't get off so easily."

He turned to leave, and asked, "By the way...What are your names?"

Brain was shocked by the question. "Well..." He pointed to Pinky "He's...Peter, and..." He motioned to himself. "I'm...Brian..."

Kevin seemed placated. "Well then, Brian, you'd better keep a watchful eye on Peter..." He then yelled: "OR ELSE BOTH OF YOU ARE GONNA BE THROWN OUT!!"

He and the mob then left.

After they were out of sight and earshot, tears welled up in Pinky's eyes. He turned to Brain, and lifted him up as he hugged him. "OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!" he squealed.

Brain tried to wriggle of Pinky's grasp. "Let me go, Pinky," Brain warned, "or I shall have to hurt you."

"Sorry, Brain," Pinky apologized, and let he Brain down.

Brain dusted himself off, and motioned to Pinky to follow him.

"Come, Pinky, there's much we need to accomplish today."

"Like what?" Pinky asked, as Brain walked down the corridor, following him closely.

"We need to get replacement components for the Regulator...and more appropriate clothes...at a place were people waste their money buying things at egregious prices, laze around, and generally waste their time window shopping."

Pinky's face lit up instantly.

"Ya mean...we're goin' to the mall?"

Brain grimaced slightly.

"Yes, Pinky...the mall..."