Now as we all know,mice produce 500 mice babies a year,and all Carrie's kids
were still around to carry on the unsanitary family tradition.
This was a apartment buildings of hard working dragons,and THEY sure didn't regret
the loss of one more giggling pest.
Nor was John too phazed.
After all imagine,you're in bed dreaming when you hear endless mindless
mouse giggles,see a pair of beady souless eyes staring at you and feel a mouse tongue as cold
as lifeless liver smear on your face.
John found the greedy spoiled dragoness a much more companionable toon then that
giggling souless mouse monster.
However someone called in to the Pink Panther and the Keystone Kops to report
a unsightly mess in Johns apartment...
"Rrrringgg" went the doorbell
and there stood the Pink Panther with his 2 foot magnifying glass,stalking dust mites in the hallway...