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Unknown P.O.V.
Later that day, the last of the straggling assistants had just finished cleaning up the lab and feeding the lab mice before rushing out the door, to enjoy their week off due to some convention out of town for the laboratory's heads' so their presence were not needed.
When the last of the lights were turned off and the door clicked to indicate that it was locked, everything was momentarily quiet for a few minutes. The only movement in the room was caused by the two caged mice on a counter near the window. When the coast was clear the short, big-headed one went straight for the cage door and began to pick at the lock with a rather crooked tail before it clicked open. Ignoring the other one on the running wheel, the short one hopped down onto the counter and began to pace back and forth, deep in thought about something.
He had overheard Dr. Bowman telling a few his closest colleagues, 'Minions is a more accurate name for those sheep.' He thought with contempt, as he eavesdropped on the good doctor telling them about his supposed plans for the young woman who had taken up residence in one of the overnight rooms. He mentioned something about the chemicals that had gotten spilled on her were originally part of an experiment that he had been working on without it being legalized; he had also mentioned that even though he had considered getting a chimpanzee to test them on, getting a human test subject was even better. While he didn't say what he had in store for the girl, the implications were rather ominous.
As the mouse thought about the possible schemes that the man had the intention of carrying out; he was brought back to reality by his companion's laughter. Apparently, he had tried to go faster on the wheel and had tripped over his tail. As of now, he was flying around in circles inside the wheel. "Look at me Brain!" The mouse yelled in delight, "I'm a racecar wheel! Zort! Hahaha!"
The short mouse, known as Brain, just glared at the other before going over to the cage door and started rooting around under the newspaper lining the bottom, extracting a pencil. With a small adjustment so that he could stay balanced; he walked over to the blurred wheel before shifting the pencil into both hands and then thrust it into the outside rim. Catching it between the bars, the wheel came to an abrupt stop; with a yell, the mouse inside was suddenly catapulted into the air and then landed in a nearby bowl of pellets.
Poking his out the mound of pellets, the skinny mouse grabbed a couple of large pieces and stuffed them both into his widened mouth; he chewed with much vigor, causing some of the crumbs to go flying.
"Stop playing around Pinky!" Brain yelled in aggravation. "Your antics are giving me a migraine; and your eating habits leave something to be desired." Brain mumbled the last part as he raised his left hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to stem the building pressure in that area.
Pinky stopped chewing long enough to speak around his food "Oh excuse me Brain, I didn't know that you wanted some grain." as he lifted up a nearby pellet in offering.
Brain just glared at him before pulling another pencil out of his hammer space and whacked Pinky on top of the head. Pinky fell back and landed on the cage floor as stars spun in circles above him. "Oh look at all the pretty stars." Pinky said in a dreamy-like state before snapping back to normal, well as normal as he usually was anyways.
"If you are finished I need to create a plan." Brain snapped as he pulled a large notepad out of nowhere and began to draw up a schematic.
"Oh is it the take over the world plan?" asked a very excited Pinky as he jumped from one foot to another as he clapped his hands with glee. Brain just turned to him with a raised eyebrow and said "I'm surprised that you even remember that plan. No Pinky, the purpose of this plan is to uncover what sort of nefarious scheme that the good Doctor Bowman has in store for the young lady living here and to ensure that it doesn't interfere with our goal."
"Oh yeah that plan, I've always wanted to take can-can lessons and wear those pretty and colorful skirts that flow when I move!" Pinky then proceeded to even start trying to do the can-can, albeit rather clumsily. It was a miracle that he didn't trip over anything in his enthusiasm.
"I'm going to forget that image now." Brain replied unamused before turning back toward what he had drawn up so far and continued to add more lines to the plan. "If I can have your attention for a few minutes then I will explain what the current plan is going to be. Now, first we need to enter the air vent through here" which Brain pointed out on the wall above where they stood "Next we will make our way through the ventilation system to Dr. Bowman's office, and once there we will search through his files for any clues as to what he has in store."
"Oooh that's a brilliant plan Brain! Oh, but wait, wait, what if we take the wrong turn and end up in Albuquerque?"
The given response was another whack to the head from an impatient Brain.
Finally, another chapter finished. Please be patient I have been kept busy with my college courses which I'm still doing over the summer, because of them my updates will be slow to in being uploaded.