Four: Stay Away From Drunk People. (AKA, Those Were the Good Old Days.)
Storro was pacing up and down the room, waiting for his boss to come back from his business dinner, and also for Spinni to come back with the three missing Squeakers.
Doc tried to comfort him.
"I'm sure they're fine." he told the larger mouse. "Daroach probably just decided to stay at Dedede's castle for the night. And Spinni wouldn't let anybody hurt the Squeakers. Anyway, didn't they go in the direction of where the Lor Starcutter is parked?"
Storro nodded, but still didn't stop pacing.
The door suddenly burst open, and in came three Squeakers, screaming.
As soon as they got inside, the little mice started laughing their heads off.
"Did you see the look on Marx's face?! Priceless!"
"Yeah, but not as priceless as when Spinni scared us."
"Yeah, we ran so fast that I started seeing things! I'm pretty sure that I saw us pass a blue hedgehog with shoes and gloves!"
Storro ran up to the three children and pulled them into a hug.
"We were so worried about you! Why did you run off like that?!"
Blue giggled, just as Spinni came through the door behind him. "Oh, Uncle Storro! We were just having some fun with Uncle Marx!"
"Yeah, you should've seen him! Same with Uncle Magolor earlier this day!'
Doc would've face palmed if he had any hands. Spinni groaned and walked towards a large couch next to a bookshelf, grabbing a novel and beginning to read.
"How many times do I have to tell you, children? Don't bother Marx and Magolor! Also, they are not your uncles!"
"Does that mean that they are our aunts?"
A loud thud noise could be heard from Spinni's direction. It was definitely either the yellow mouse face palming herself or a book falling melodramatically off the shelf.
"They're both boys, children." Doc told them, trying not to lose his patience.
"But Spinni said that they-"
The green Squeaker who had been talking was suddenly cut off by Spinni.
"OK, BEDTIME!"
"Spinni, what did you tell them?" asked Doc angrily.
"She said that those two are like star-crossed lovers!" Yellow giggled.
Spinni bared her sharp teeth at the Squeakers, scaring them into a room nearby.
Storro rubbed his temple.
Spinni groaned.
"I was just joking around! I didn't expect them to hear, either."
Doc was about to say something. But he couldn't. Just then, the door burst open, and two singing people came through.
"Thooooose were the goooooood oooooold daaaaaays!"
The two, Daroach and Falspar, came in laughing.
"Master Daroach!"
"Boss!"
"Dorroche!"
"Dad!"
This was the chorus of voices that greeted the mouse and his puffball companion.
Spinni was the first to glomp him.
"Where have you been, Dorroche? You were supposed to be here three hours ago! We were worried about you!"
Daroach chuckled and spun the mouse around.
"I love you too, Meta Knight!"
Spinni was suddenly thrown up into the air. Storro caught her.
Falspar started dancing.
"You know, *hic* pretty knighty, *hic* I've always loves you. *hic* Now come here *hic* and give me a kiss!"
Falspar leaned against Storro and tried to grab Spinni out of his hands.
"Boss! Did you and your friend get drunk?"
The larger mouse's question was quickly answered by the formerly mentioned mouse hanging off of the chandelier.
"OK NOW!" Spinni shouted, jumping to the ground. "All of you, listen to me!"
Everybody in the room turned to face her.
"Falspar, go home, NOW!"
The Ponyan sighed and started walking towards the door, but not before giving Spinni a smooch, which earned him a slap across the face.
"Squeakers, to bed!"
The small mice hopped quickly off to bed, although to sleep wasn't exactly were they were planning to go.
"Daroach, explain. NOW!"
"No need to shout, Spinni!" The mouse cried, pulling his top hat over his ears. "I do believe I may be getting a hangover..."
"Well, that's your fault." Spinni told him, now lowering her voice. "Now, explain."
"Not right now. I might just go and..."
The mouse tried to walk away, but ended up falling on his face. It wasn't long before he started snoring.
Spinni sighed and joined the hungover mouse on the floor, wrapping herself in his cape.
"Might as well get some sleep." she muttered. "Just remind me to stay away from drunk people."
...
Inside the Squeakers' room, three lumps sat under the blue covers.
... They weren't mice. They were pillows.
The window was open, letting in a draft, just like it left out a group of mice...