He looked in on the proceedings with his 2 hats and his 2 perching birds, thinking: busy, good. That means the doctor, the practice is good. Here’s someone I can talk to and learn meaningful stuff from, this Mouse fellow. Never mind the failed Pooping Pigeons franchise, he follows. A bad businessman does not make for a bad something else.
He steps inside, jumps ahead of everyone else knowing they wouldn’t mind. He’s just that important.
The door was locked. The only way in, it appeared, was through this hole at the bottom. Luckily Albert brought his own Mouse costume, except his was a rat, small enough to get away with the deception and do the job. Mouse was just finishing up with another one, synchily enough. Rat named Map who use to be a member of a gang called Willard.
“Come in, big man,” he squeaked up to high-as-a-kite Albert. “If you can make it.”
“Oh I can,” he boomed down. Map Rat disappeared. Albert took his place.
(to be continued)