A wet nose poked through the mousehole, and suddenly there was Erroll's head emerging behind it."Damn, they never make these holes big enough for me. Just a minute....."
Erroll's head disappeared with a popping sound as Rear moaned, a low moan at first, steadily increasing in volume as he regained his senses. Every bone in his body was tap-dancing on his skull, pounding the pain into every nerve-ending.
"Fore! Incoming!", yelled Erroll, and a deep-throated engine sound filled the air. The mousehole exploded, scattering drywall everywhere, and then suddenly there was Erroll sitting in a HamsterTank MK VII, grinning benenvolently at Rear's rear end.
"Hey Rear, how are you? You look as if you've been in the wars, old boy. Damn, you made a mess of ReG's arm and ribs!
Was it something he said?".
"I thought you'd never get here Control. I've been stabbed in the head, my ribs are broken, and my suspenders stretched beyond the elastic limit. You told me that picking up Muffy would be easy, and now look at me!" He turned towards the familiar voice of PEST Control, and his jaw dropped in a mixture of fear and rage.
"Well Rear, some days you just can't pee a drop", sympathized Erroll, "But never mind, I'm here now. Bring me up to date with developments at your end."
Rear looked at him in astonishment. "Where the hell does that appear in the script?", he shrieked , "I told that goddammed agent I wouldn't work with animals! Effing hamsters! What next - a bloody iguana?"
"Funny you should mention that, Rear, old boy, meet Iggy..."
As Erroll spoke, Rear felt something wet against his cheek, and a long tongue(or tounge)touched his lips. Rear's legs crumpled beneath him and the room started to spin, as.... |
