SPLAT!
The dragon slowly rotated her clawed foot a few times, grinding the tiny gray mouse underfoot evenly smooth and flat. She stiffly stooped down to peer at her pressed rival.
The mouse suit allowed Carrie to be flattened like a proper cartoon. She looked like a full-length photograph of a sexy little mouse, cut out and left carelessly trampled in the middle of the floor. She stared unblinkingly at the ceiling with a surprised look plastered on her tiny face.
The fat dragon snorted. “Pipsqueak, indeed.”
Carrie’s edges fluttered in the breeze as she peeled loose slightly from the floor.
In the bathroom suite, John held one long ear to the door. He heard the girls talking, then a thump and some squeaking like a balloon being squeezed. Now – silence. “Carrie, honey? How are things going out there?”
“Oh, um, just a minute,” the lady dragon answered in a falsetto she hoped matched Carrie’s voice. “Wee problem with the zipper.” She snorted, the blast of air ripping Carrie loose from the carpet. She tumbled across the floor a few times like a fallen leaf rolling down a sidewalk. “Don’t come out yet.”
“You sure, d-dear?” He felt even more nervous since putting on the bunny costume.
“Oh, aye, quite sure. I’m gonna have a surprise for ye when you come out.” The dragon grunted as she snatched Carrie off the floor with one swipe of her claw, crumpling her slightly. She scanned the hotel room, muttering to herself. “Now, where to hide ye fer awhile?”
“What was that, C-c-carrie?” He jammed one sensitive ear tighter to the door. “I didn’t hear that cl-clearly.”
“I couldna get the mouse costume on, so I got me a new one,” the dragon answered as she admired her buxom curves in the full length mirror. “I know your gonna love it, Johnny boy.” Then she spotted the perfect place to stash flattened Carrie.