and the mouse goes on.


Disclaimer: The talking ones are Marvel's. The (formerly) 
vibrating one is mine.
Notes: Jaya's eye hurts, so I wrote her this to make her happy. If I were a 
better friend, it would have Logan in it, but it doesn't. Sorry hon ;-).
Other note: A sequel to the story least in need of a sequel, ever: "A Small 
Addiction." If you haven't read it, I'm not the least surprised. This one is 
slightly longer, but no less silly.


AND THE MOUSE GOES ON. 

by Poilass

"Ohhh, dash it all to heck!" Hank threw his screwdriver down with a growl.
An amused voice behind him said, "Oo, potty mouth!" Hank looked around for 
something else to throw, found a crumpled tissue, squished it up, and tossed it 
over his shoulder. The lack of tortured yelling indicated that he'd missed.
"That had better not have been used."
"Go away Bobby." Hank said grumpily. Not especially to his surprise, Bobby 
ignored him, and instead hauled himself butt first onto a clear section of the 
table.
"Whatcha doin' Blue?"
"I'm trying to fix something." He slapped Bobby's hand away from the power saw. 
"Leave it alone Mr Drake. I know what you're like with power tools." Bobby 
wrinkled his nose at him, but left the power tools alone. Instead, he picked the 
screwdriver.
"Whatcha fixin' Blue?" Hank took the screwdriver out of his hand, and put it 
down out of his reach.
"I think you just surpassed your previous speed record for annoying me."
Bobby grinned, unfazed by his bad temper. "And I wasn't even trying. So?" Bobby 
reached out his hand again, but at a look from Hank, pulled it back. "I wasn't 
gonna."
Hank sighed. "... I'm trying to fix that." He jabbed a finger at the pieces of 
fur and machinery laid out on the table.
"Hey, isn't that your vibrating mouse?" Bobby peered at it.
"Yes."
"It's all in bits." Bobby frowned at him disapprovingly, and picked up something 
else. "What'd you do to it?"
"Nothing! - stop that!" Hank grabbed Bobby's hand, and forced it open. He wasn't 
entirely sure what that particular piece of vibrating mouse did, but he was 
certain he didn't want Bobby playing with it.
"I was just looking."
"You're like a five year old Robert. I turn my back and you'll be putting them 
in your mouth."
"I will not." Another flicker of a grin. "You big ol' meanie poo poo head." Hank 
laid his big ol' meanie poo poo head down on the table, hefting a great sigh.
"Aw, Mister, don' be like that! I'll be good!" `I am not going to laugh', Hank 
told himself firmly. "If'n ya gi' me some candy, anyways!" A small cough escaped 
him, and Hank sat up again, meeting his friend's innocently wide eyes.
"Oh all right. I suppose a brief sugar high might improve my temperament if 
nothing else. There's some chocolate in the drawer over there."
"No there's not."
"Yes there is, I - ...." Hank narrowed his eyes. "...there's not? And what 
exactly would lead you to make a claim like that?"
"Um..." Bobby backtracked quickly. "Well, there might be, if you say so. I mean, 
it's your lab, your chocolate, how would I know? I'll have a look..." Hank 
clasped a hand over Bobby wrist firmly as he tried to escape.
"Robert... you ate my chocolate?"
"Hank, come on! Would I?" Hank looked at him. "Well... yeah, okay. Sorry." Hank 
sighed again. "It was really nice though. Thanks."
"Shut up Bobby."
"I said I was sorry."
"Shut up Bobby." A moment passed. A very brief moment.
"... So what did you do to the mouse?"
"I didn't do anything to it!" Hank snapped defensively, still feeling somewhat 
guilty about what he'd done to the mouse. "What do I look like, some kind of -"
"-mouse killer?"
"Shut up Bobby." Bobby shut up. ".... I simply... lost the tail. See, here, 
there's a ring to keep the tail from going all the way in? It fell off, and the 
tail..."
"Went in. So you couldn't pull it anymore."
"Exactly."
"So it won't vibrate."
"Yes, clearly you've got it Robert. Well done."
"You can fix it." Bobby assured him with enough sincerity to make Hank feel 
guilty about growling at him. At least until he remembered the chocolate.
"Your faith is touching Robert, but -"
"You can fix it." Hank looked at him. Bobby raised his eyebrows, and held up a 
piece of fur, challengingly.
"... Fine." Hank said firmly, at last. "Certainly. Of-course I can. It is but a 
simple toy mouse, after all. An insignificant faux rodent. A challenge entirely 
within my multitude of talents. Or, in other words -" he rolled up his sleeves 
determinedly, "- a piece of cake."
Bobby smacked him on the back. "That's the spirit!"
Hank smiled at him. "Thank you for your encouragement Robert."
"Anytime."
"Now, if you could do just one more thing for me?"
"Hm?"
"Stop playing with that scalpel, get that fur out of your mouth, and go and buy 
me some more chocolate."
~end. ______________________________________________________
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