Tall Tales
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Quiet reigned within the walls of the Castle of Lions as its inhabitants finally went to bed. It'd been another successful day of ensuring the planet wasn't obliterated by a RoBeast due to Lotor’s penchant for over compensating for rejection.
However, in one particular castle corridor, the echo of scampering paws could be heard, for this quiet night was the perfect night for a tryst.
It had all started with Hunk’s newest hobby of gourmet cheese collecting. It had brought varied reactions of mild interest, indulgent amusement and the rolling of eyes from his comrades, until the Yellow Lion pilot had taken delivery of a cheese with a smell so fetid that it broke even Captain Keith’s legendary stoicism by making him gag.
Faced with the threat of losing his subscription to 'Try A New Cheese Monthly', Hunk had placed his cheese in a special air-tight container and stored it in the castle kitchen freezer, far away from the offended noses of the rest of the Voltron Force.
And now, his much maligned cheese was about to meet its expiration date, by those who were beckoned by the aroma that caused 5 sets of little whiskers to twitch in bliss.
The famous- or infamous, if you asked a certain nanny- Space Mice viewed gourmet cheese as gooey nirvana and a challenge. They were bored with "helping" the matronly cook by ridding her of excess delicacies in the pantry. They'd taken careful notice of the sick expressions of their Princess and her friends when presented with this new, fragrant treat. Clearly, it was not for humans to vanquish, er, eat, and they were powerless to dispose of it. It was time for the mice to save the day!
And so, a day of scheming bore fruit in the form of five ninja-clad mice stealthily creeping their way to the kitchen, with short pauses as the three youngsters got too caught up in their ninja personas, and in pretending that breadcrumbs were smoke bombs. Gentle but stern bonks to tiny heads from their parents got the abashed young ones back into line, and the family carefully made their way to the glowing door of the kitchen.
Squeaking directives would give away their location, so the adult mice used their paws to signal their children that the area was clear, and the cook had forgotten to turn off the lights. But the savvy mice also knew that the loud woman took precautions when it came to defending her territory. They would need to avoid the small pressure plates Nanny set out every night, knowing one step could activate an alarm that summoned a broom-wielding wraith that made even Lance pale in fear.
With months of practice on their side, the mice danced in a line across the floor to the freezer, which presented its own problem. But when it came to cheese, they had a determination that came second to none, and in the blink of an eye, the rodents had located a safe way into the appliance.
There it was, in all its glory ...whiskers twitched as each mouse briefly got lost in their personal cheesy fantasy. But the mission was at its most critical moment- access to the container was sealed by technology referred to as "Rubberware".
The mice hopped into place and analyzed their opponent. Sniffing the air, the father of the clan, Cheddar, noted that the smell was much stronger at one corner of the container . Upon investigation, the mouse let out a small cheer of victory as he discovered that the lid wasn’t completely closed...
The Next Day...
Pidge snickered as he watched Hunk bemoan the loss of his cheese, and the rest of the team trying to be sympathetic while wearing relieved expressions. The snicker became a choked back laugh as Pidge noticed the gang of mice who'd come to observe, and whose stomachs looked unusually round.
It was safe to say that the mice had exacted their unique brand of justice in saving the Castle from odious doom.
The End
However, in one particular castle corridor, the echo of scampering paws could be heard, for this quiet night was the perfect night for a tryst.
It had all started with Hunk’s newest hobby of gourmet cheese collecting. It had brought varied reactions of mild interest, indulgent amusement and the rolling of eyes from his comrades, until the Yellow Lion pilot had taken delivery of a cheese with a smell so fetid that it broke even Captain Keith’s legendary stoicism by making him gag.
Faced with the threat of losing his subscription to 'Try A New Cheese Monthly', Hunk had placed his cheese in a special air-tight container and stored it in the castle kitchen freezer, far away from the offended noses of the rest of the Voltron Force.
And now, his much maligned cheese was about to meet its expiration date, by those who were beckoned by the aroma that caused 5 sets of little whiskers to twitch in bliss.
The famous- or infamous, if you asked a certain nanny- Space Mice viewed gourmet cheese as gooey nirvana and a challenge. They were bored with "helping" the matronly cook by ridding her of excess delicacies in the pantry. They'd taken careful notice of the sick expressions of their Princess and her friends when presented with this new, fragrant treat. Clearly, it was not for humans to vanquish, er, eat, and they were powerless to dispose of it. It was time for the mice to save the day!
And so, a day of scheming bore fruit in the form of five ninja-clad mice stealthily creeping their way to the kitchen, with short pauses as the three youngsters got too caught up in their ninja personas, and in pretending that breadcrumbs were smoke bombs. Gentle but stern bonks to tiny heads from their parents got the abashed young ones back into line, and the family carefully made their way to the glowing door of the kitchen.
Squeaking directives would give away their location, so the adult mice used their paws to signal their children that the area was clear, and the cook had forgotten to turn off the lights. But the savvy mice also knew that the loud woman took precautions when it came to defending her territory. They would need to avoid the small pressure plates Nanny set out every night, knowing one step could activate an alarm that summoned a broom-wielding wraith that made even Lance pale in fear.
With months of practice on their side, the mice danced in a line across the floor to the freezer, which presented its own problem. But when it came to cheese, they had a determination that came second to none, and in the blink of an eye, the rodents had located a safe way into the appliance.
There it was, in all its glory ...whiskers twitched as each mouse briefly got lost in their personal cheesy fantasy. But the mission was at its most critical moment- access to the container was sealed by technology referred to as "Rubberware".
The mice hopped into place and analyzed their opponent. Sniffing the air, the father of the clan, Cheddar, noted that the smell was much stronger at one corner of the container . Upon investigation, the mouse let out a small cheer of victory as he discovered that the lid wasn’t completely closed...
The Next Day...
Pidge snickered as he watched Hunk bemoan the loss of his cheese, and the rest of the team trying to be sympathetic while wearing relieved expressions. The snicker became a choked back laugh as Pidge noticed the gang of mice who'd come to observe, and whose stomachs looked unusually round.
It was safe to say that the mice had exacted their unique brand of justice in saving the Castle from odious doom.
The End
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