Mischief
"Ugh," she staggers a little under his weight as she manoeuvres him in to their quarters. "How much of that stuff did you drink?"
He smiles brightly at her even as he stumbles. "It would have been rude not to join in the festivities," he says, carefully putting one pede in front of the other. "Rattrap even said so."
"I'm sure he did," she mutters. "C'mon, Bowser-boy. Let's get you in to bed." She'd get him in to recharge first. Then she had plotting to do.
The rat was going to pay for making her deal with an overcharged mutt.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'mischief'.