Chinese fortune cookies were sticking out of his nose,
I took the fire extenguisher and sprayed him down. The thick
powder coated him like a blanket, I threw my hamburger at him
which stuck to his forehead, the cheese and mustard dripped down
slowly, all this did was make him angrier. I grabbed the chocolate
syrup and threw the open can at him, this should stop him, but no,
now he just looked like a sundae desert. You could see his anger
through all the food and powder stuck to him, a little sherry and he
would make a great flambe'. I decided that would be a waste of Sherry.
Thats when the UPS man walked in with an order of rare tickling
mice, he slipped on all the chocolate syrup and fell to the floor, mice
and all. The box broke open and the next thing you know, those
mice (who love chinese fortune cookies by the way) smelled the
food covered potential flambe' and made a bee line for all the
goodies. They had not eaten since being put in that box the day
before, so they were ravenous to say the least. Well being that
these are tickling mice, they could not resist their own inherent
nature to tickle, so while working their way up to get at those
tasty looking fortune cookies, they just had to stop and tickle
their intended lunch. Well as the mice went to work, the gyrations
that he went thru while slipping around on the chocolate covered
floor would have put Elvis to shame, the twisting, cavorting,
and giggling was quite a site. I think the poor UPS man had
peed his pants at seeing this scene played out before him. The
mice are VERY good at what they do, and soon they had their
victim on the floor in hysterics, he could hardly get a breath he was
laughing so hard, but being as they were also hungry, the mice
proceeded towards their ultimate goal, the COOKIES.
One of the mice made it up to his neck and was still tickling,
but was singlemindedly approaching the nostrils stuffed with the
tempting delight. Up around the chin, the mouse had a hard time
holding on as the man was still laughing, he worked around past
the gaping mouth and grabed onto the nose for support, he bit
down on one of the cookies and yanked it free of the mans
nostril. The mouse was blown across the room as the pressure
escaping the mans nostril was extreme, the sudden release
lifted the man off the floor and he began sailing around the room
with a horrid hissing scream. The other mice were all being thrown
off as the man bounced off one wall then the other, his clothes and
skin flapping as he deflated. Finally in one last flight across the
room he landed with a plop on the floor with a final hiss of air.
He lay empty on the floor, a useless sack of skin, no shape or
form, just another mess for the night janitor to clean up.
Dean Williams©