Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 30, 2003 2:05:44 GMT -5
Mr. Squeakers, he's a little mouse
He makes his home in the GoldenMyst house
He's got more lives than a cat
He's so small he could fit in a hat.
How will you die today Mr. Squeakers?
Will you get squashed by a pair of sneakers?
If you see him running, join in the fun
Cause the shows not over until he's gone.
*Squish*
*Squash*
*Splat*
Poor Mr. Squeakers...
He makes his home in the GoldenMyst house
He's got more lives than a cat
He's so small he could fit in a hat.
How will you die today Mr. Squeakers?
Will you get squashed by a pair of sneakers?
If you see him running, join in the fun
Cause the shows not over until he's gone.
*Squish*
*Squash*
*Splat*
Poor Mr. Squeakers...
Howl ofthe Irish: The little mouse squirmed out of the pouch, it went
unnoticed for a little bit as he was very attracted to the color pink and
began crawling up Summer's leg until he reached her skirt. *Squeak* Well
kids, how is Mr. Squeakers going
Howl ofthe Irish: to die today?
SummerCraze01: ::she screamed again and smacked the rat half way across the
room:: KILL IT!!!
Howl ofthe Irish: Splat he went into a wall, how comical as he fell off down
plopping onto the ground as he sat up, rubbing his head a moment. *Squeak!*
He skittered around heading back to Summer.
WykedBlackCross: Whoa kill what? ::she did not even know the mouse was out::
SummerCraze01: ::she quickly jumped off the desk and bolted out the door in
hysterics::
OnlineHost: SummerCraze01 has left the room.
Howl ofthe Irish: Of the mousie went, after Summer.
Howl ofthe Irish: He couldn't chase Summer now, he moved over to the main
desk, cute little tail twitching as he found a piece of cracker and began to
chew on it.
SummerCraze01: ::Summer came in holding a broom over her head and looking
around the room for any wandering ickyness::
SummerCraze01: is it gone?
WykedBlackCross: ::on her hands and knees again:: Come on you. Where did ya
go?
WykedBlackCross: I think so cause I can not find him
Howl ofthe Irish: He turned his head looking over to the others as he moved
and suddenly jumped landing on Summer's nose. *Squeak!
SummerCraze01: ::she lowered the broom breatheing a sigh of relief:: oh,
good..
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squeak*
SummerCraze01: ::she screamed out at the top of her lungs and grabbed the
mouse by the tail only to throw him hard onto the floor::
SummerCraze01: ::in total rage she swung the broom down on it:: DIE!!
Howl ofthe Irish: Thud. He bounced, what a light critter he was. Hurriedly
he ran zig zagging all around as the broom nearly got him so many times. He
went under a chair.
WykedBlackCross: Good gods Summer will you chill. ::she stood and ran over
to her;: Did you kill him?
SummerCraze01: ::she bounced up and down whining and pointing to the chair
it scurried under:: it went over there...
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squeak*
WykedBlackCross: ::she dived at the chair and was half way under it, her arm
reaching out:: Come here you little furball
Howl ofthe Irish: The mouse jumped just in time as he traveled up the arm of
the lady and sat on top of the head, looking up at Summer. *Squeak*
SummerCraze01: EWW ::she grabbed a book off the bookcase near her and threw
it at the mouse::
WykedBlackCross: ::she ducked:: Balls Summer you trying to kill me as well
Howl ofthe Irish: Runs just before it came as the book hit the other lady on
the head and ran right under Summer's legs.. ok maybe it didn't hit the woman
on the head, but it came close.
SummerCraze01: ::she shook her head nervously:: no, Tempie, it was on your
head..
WykedBlackCross: ::she rolled her eyes and got back to her hands and knees
looking under the furniture:: Ya know that he is or was a present for
Crystal.
Howl ofthe Irish: The mouse ran up her leg again and didn't stop until he
came to her shoulder, looking over at her.
SummerCraze01: ::she jumped up as it ran beneath her and shrieked. she then
ran over to Tempie and stood close behind her peeking over her shoulder::
some present...
WykedBlackCross: Well since Crystal is a tiger it is perfect. And why are
you hidung behind me? :::she looked at Summer and saw him, reaching out her
hand:: Don't move.
Howl ofthe Irish: He moved on his own and right into Summer's shirt, he
began to tickle her as he squirmed down.
SummerCraze01: ::she closed her eyes and bit her lip shaking terribly. she
whispered:: Tempie... get it off me...
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squeak*
SummerCraze01: ::her growled and reached down between her shirt pulling out
the mouse:: NO ONE TOUCHES THE BOOBIES UNLESS I SAY SO!!!
SummerCraze01: ::she walked over to the window, flinging it open and
throwing the mouse out::
VPernaAsergayle: ::Over towards the door she moved as she opened it and
stepped inside::
Howl ofthe Irish: Down went the mouse *Splat.* [-cues the theme song- ]
Howl ofthe Irish: Mr. Squeakers, he's a little mouse
Howl ofthe Irish: He makes his home in the GoldenMyst house
Howl ofthe Irish: He's got more lives than a cat
Howl ofthe Irish: He's so small he could fit in a hat.
Howl ofthe Irish: How will you die today Mr. Squeakers?
Howl ofthe Irish: Will you get squashed by a pair of sneakers?
Howl ofthe Irish: If you see him running, join in the fun
Howl ofthe Irish: Cause the shows not over until he's gone.
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squish*
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squash*
Howl ofthe Irish: *Splat*
Howl ofthe Irish: Poor Mr. Squeakers...
Howl ofthe Irish: He makes his home in the GoldenMyst house
Howl ofthe Irish: He's got more lives than a cat
Howl ofthe Irish: He's so small he could fit in a hat.
Howl ofthe Irish: How will you die today Mr. Squeakers?
Howl ofthe Irish: Will you get squashed by a pair of sneakers?
Howl ofthe Irish: If you see him running, join in the fun
Howl ofthe Irish: Cause the shows not over until he's gone.
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squish*
Howl ofthe Irish: *Squash*
Howl ofthe Irish: *Splat*
Howl ofthe Irish: Poor Mr. Squeakers...
let me know if you like the series
