*Wow...Wowee! This took like a freaking month to get it uploaded. Finally! I'm so sorry for the long wait on this story! This is published on July 26, 2021. If you guys like this story, don't be afraid to vote and comment! It would be greatly appreciated! The song used is called "Choctaw County Affair" by Carrie Underwood. Enjoy!*

Buster made a list of performances best suited for the talent show and a bed in his desk drawer for the night, taking his shirt off and shutting the desk drawer, not bothering to notice anything on the top of his desk. Admittingly, the desk drawer wasn't as comfortable as his bed in his own apartment but, at the moment, it kept him close and safe from all the world's problems. Having a long night, sleep came faster to him than a speeding train, letting him sink more into his dream state.

Dream:

It was only ten years ago that Buster was happy. Not happy like he plastered on every day to mask his emotions. But happy for something he never thought he would reach. Something that he thought would take more than fifteen years to reach. It would've taken fifteen years if it weren't for his father's hard work. Well, more specifically both of their hard work.

The cameras flashed as Buster was holding the scissors, smiling in pride. He flicked his bright blue eyes at his father, who gestured him to cut the ribbon. Although, knowing that this is a dream, he cut the ribbon. When he cut the ribbon, everything changed. The cameras were no longer flashing at Buster's face, the people taking his picture opening the theater were gone. The rain poured heavily as Buster noticed a familiar mangled body laying on the empty street. His once genuine smile was lost in the fear and confusion written on his face.

"Dad?" Buster uttered as he slowly approached the mangled body in the street. He reached his small paw out to touch his father's decaying corpse until a hand gripped him on his wrist suddenly. Buster gasped and looked to see his father being alive but decaying and melting in the rain.

"Why didn't you stop him?" his father uttered, his voice croaked.

Buster's tears were shown on his face. "W-What?"

"Why didn't you stop him?"

Buster didn't answer for a while, his eyes blinking at his father. "D-Dad--"

"You were...you were supposed to be on my side," his father uttered tearfully.

Buster began to struggle out of his decaying father's hold. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

"You were supposed...to be my child."

Buster was able to pull himself away from his father, ripping his arm out. The koala quickly threw the arm away from him and began to run back to the theater in the pouring rain.

Buster breathed heavily as he entered the theater and ran to his office, the safe space until he approached the doors to enter into the auditorium. When he opened the doors, water unexpectedly rushed right through the entrance, pushing the lightweight koala right up against the entrance door. It sucked him right into the auditorium while Buster tried to swim to the nearest surface to stand on. He's pushed down under the water while he screamed, letting the bubbles go and the water into his lungs.

Buster realized that he's wasting his oxygen by screaming under the water as he poked his head out of the water to breathe for one second. The koala was sucked right back under the water no matter how much his body was thrashing through the strong current to stay afloat.

"You're a mistake!!"

"You were never his, to begin with!!!"

Buster quickly waved his hand out of the water and grabbed onto something nearby. It's a balcony ledge as Buster was able to climb out of the water and onto the balcony. He fell onto the floor of one of the balconies, coughing up the water. When Buster looked back, he saw the water rising up quickly.

He got on his feet and sprinted up the stairs on the balcony with the water trying to catch his feet. Buster was cornered as the water finally approached him. It rose above his ankles to his knees, above his knees to his waist. Buster breathed heavily as the water finally reached his neck. He faced the ceiling, inhaling as deeply as he could as the water finally rises above his head.

Buster couldn't see what's happening next. All he remembered was screaming as he felt something dragging him down to the darker abyss.

~.~

Reality:

"DAD!!" Buster screamed while bumping his head up against the desk drawer from sitting up abruptly, forgetting for a second that he just crashed into his desk drawer.

He breathed heavily, covered in sweat from too much warmth in the drawer. He laid back down, trying his very best to calm his breathing. His little body quaked in the desk drawer. He wanted to pass out again and just hoped that he'll have a better dream than the nightmare he had recently.

Then...he heard footsteps roaming around the office. He figured that it's Mizuki since he could hear her hooves walking on the wood with a clap.

"Huh, I could've sworn I heard someone scream," He heard Mizuki speak.

He gasped to himself to realize that he must have drawn attention to himself but he kept quiet, embarrassed of being seen sleeping in the desk drawer with his white underwear on. His ears perked up as he felt the desk drawer he's sleeping in moved. That's when his guess was right that it's Mizuki. Mizuki immediately had her eyes wide while Buster exchanged his broadened eyes back at her comically.

Buster slowly closed the desk drawer with an embarrassed blush on his face. Outside of the desk drawer, Mizuki blushed as well to see her boss with just his underwear on. She tried not to let her mind think about Buster...and his...body...as Buster changed in his desk drawer. The desk drawer finally opened up as he popped his head out of the drawer to glance up at Mizuki in his best suit and tie.

"Uh...could you not tell anyone of what you just witnessed?" Buster requested in a small begging tone.

"Lips are sealed," Mizuki responded as Buster climbed out of the drawer and stretched his limbs.

"Thank you," Buster replied as he closed his desk drawer.

"What happened with your apartment?"

Buster placed the paper he wrote out yesterday on his desk to show Mizuki. "Eh...a fire burned it down."

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Mizuki questioned while examining her boss by grabbing his face to make sure there weren't any scars on him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Buster answered with a blush.

Mizuki examined him again while letting him go. "Sorry...I didn't know if you were hurt or not."

Buster rubbed his cheek that she grabbed to examine him while looking away to hide the maddening blush. "Uh...that's totally fine."

He lied...it's not totally fine. His heart was beating against his chest, his face was too close to hers that he was tempted to...to...to...kiss her?

No! She's already in a relationship with her boyfriend!!

How in the world can I get over this...this crush?!

Just act like you don't have a crush on her!! That's easy. That's totally easy.

It's not as easy as Buster made it sound in his mind as Mizuki turned her gaze to the paper he wrote out.

"Huh...we don't exactly have ten people in common...but six," Mizuki noted as Buster snapped out his thoughts about her.

"W-We do?" Buster stuttered as he looked at his list and Mizuki's list.

Buster's list contained the following names:

Johnny

Ash

Gunter

Mike

Nancy

Rosita

Dan

Pete

The Flippers

Bill

Meanwhile, Mizuki's list was as read:

Ash

Rosita

Nancy

Mike

Johnny

Gunter

Millard

Bono

Cute Japanese Red Pandas

Leonard

Buster twisted his mouth downwards to ponder. "Strange. We voted on the same six people."

On cue, someone burst into the office, causing the koala and the antelope to glance up at Eddie, out of breath with a duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, Buster. Mizuki," Eddie said in between pants as he strolled into the office.

"Working out early?" Buster questioned with a small chuckle.

"Either that or Gunter breaks into my poolhouse again and blasts Cascada into my eardrums until I submit," Eddie responded with heavy breaths. He got out a piece of paper from his duffle bag. "Here, I made a list of people who I thought were best."

Buster and Mizuki glanced to see another list.

Stella

Millard

Johnny

Rosita

Ash

Nancy

Mike

Gunter

Billie Eilish

Bayleaf

Both of the animals gasped as Buster smiled to himself.

"Well, folks, I think we all have a common ground," Buster ignited.

Eddie blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

Buster showed him his list while Mizuki showed hers. Eddie glanced at both of the lists with eyes wide.

"Holy cow...we have the same six people down," Eddie responded with a smile.

Buster glanced at Mizuki with a smug grin. "Looks like we're about to make calls today."

~.~

Mizuki, Buster, Ms. Crawly, and Eddie began making calls to people they had in common on the list since the people who signed up had also written down their phone numbers to tell them that they made it to the show.

"Hello, is this Rosita?" Mizuki asked politely. She smiled when the caller confirmed her identity. "This is Mizuki from Moon Theater. I'm here to tell you that you made it into the show." There's a pause as she nodded her head in understanding. "That's fine. I'll repeat it, you're in the show...okay, good. I'll see you tomorrow then? Alright, bye."

"Geez Louis, are you guys running a phone company or what?" Mike walked into the lobby where Mizuki was with an arched brow.

Mizuki rolled her eyes. "So, you're in the show."

"Oh...really?" Mike sounded shocked a bit.

"Yeah."

"Th-This isn't out of pity, right?"

"No."

There's a pause.

"Cool!" Mike chirped.

Mizuki picked up the sheet that contained the caller's numbers. "Do you mind if you give Nancy a call?"

Mike's face immediately went red. "N-Nancy?"

"Yeah, she made it into the show too."

"Okay...what do I say?"

Mizuki tilted her head. "Just tell her that she made it."

Mike's face became redder. "Wh-What?"

"Yeah, don't you have a phone?" Mizuki asked.

Mike blinked. "N-No."

Mizuki scooted forward. "Well, can you pick up big phones?"

"Not really."

Mizuki wrote down something on a piece of paper. "Here are all the possible places she might be at. Just let her know that she's in the show."

Mike read this with a blush again as he cleared his throat. "Oh boy."

Mizuki got up from her seat to get herself coffee while Ms. Crawly made a call on the desk.

"Hello, is this Ash?" Ms. Crawly replied in a sweet tone. "This is from the Moon Theater and I'm here to tell you that you made it into the show...No, I'm not joking... Yes, I'm dead serious...You're stoked...oh my...oh, hehe, that's a metaphor. I'll see you by tomorrow then. Okay, dear, goodbye."

While Ms. Crawly was making a call to Ash, Eddie was outside of the lobby to call his fitness partner.

"Yo, Yo, Yo!!"

That came off loud to Eddie as he turned the volume down quickly. "Hey, Gunter. This is Eddie. Oh yeah, my legs hurt. Anyways, I'm here to tell you that you're in the show."

"Are you joking me?!"

"I'm not."

Squeals of excitement ensued as Eddie pulled his phone back away from his head to not let his ears bleed from Gunter's shout in excitement.

Meanwhile, in Buster's office, the koala was on the phone.

"Hello, am I speaking to Johnny?" Buster questioned. He nodded his head once he got the answer in confirmation. "I'm Buster Moon from the Moon Theater and I'm here to tell you that you made it into the show." There's a pause as Buster smiled at the polite voice from the other end of the line. "Yes, it is great. I'll see you by tomorrow morning then. 9:30? Great. See you then. Goodbye." Buster hanged up the phone with a deep sigh of relief. He looked around the desk until something caught his attention at the corner of his eye.

Buster found a familiar old silver watch just laying on the desk. He blinked just to see if he's seeing things. He reached out for the watch and caressed the silver around it. And there's a note. Buster scanned the note.

Dear Mr. Moon,

I'm sorry I took this watch from you. I got it fixed since you need it to work and it reminded you of your father. Again, I'm sorry for taking your watch and I hope you enjoy it more than last time.

Buster instantly remembered the mugger the other day. He never thought that he would see his watch ever again. He tried his best to hold in the tears that were welling up in his eyes. It brought back a happy memory he never knew he had.

~.~

Flashback:

Buster and his father were taking a stroll down the path in the forest outside of Catalonia with the silver watch around the father's wrist. The young adventurous koala was only five when he explored the land ahead of his father, however, he didn't go too far from his father's sight. They finally reached towards the cliff that showed the entire landscape of trees leading up to the small hills and into the snowy mountains. The mountains were divided so that you could perfectly see the sun setting.

Buster smiled while peering over the edge of the cliffs. Before he could slip, he felt hands grabbing his hips. When he turned to look, he realized that it's his father.

"Be careful there, tough guy, you're gonna fall if you're not careful," his father replied with a giggle.

"Look, the sun is coming down!" Young Buster pointed with his small index finger, getting too excited.

His father picked him up and sat him on his lap. "Indeed, the sun is setting."

Little Buster relaxed against his father's chest as they both watched the sunset together.

"Is the sun gonna come back up?"

"Of course," the adult koala answered with a grin.

"Where will we see it?"

"Well, let's see. The way I remembered it is...the sun rises in the east and sets on the west. So, we'll see it rise again only except in a different direction."

Buster smiled while noticing his father's silver watch. "What time does the sunset?"

"It usually depends on the seasons. Do you see the leaves growing on the trees?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, that's a sign of spring. So, the sun will set later than usual. Here, look at this." His father extended his arm to show his son his watch. "You see, time is key to see how much life passed by. An important essence that can never be rewind or fast forward."

Young Buster smiled and watched his father messing with his wristwatch.

"You know, it's yours if you ever want it someday," his father uttered.

Buster had his eyes wide in pure fascination. "Really?"

"Yeah, I got plenty of watches," his father answered.

Buster smiled widely as he cuddled into his father's chest, his father holding him while both of the koalas were watching the sunset.

~.~

Present:

Buster didn't realize that he's teary-eyed, rubbing his face all over the silver watch as if he's hugging his father again.

"I miss you, Dad."

"What?"

Buster glanced up to see Eddie walking into the office with a confused look on his face. He wiped the tears away from his face while putting on the watch as if it's nothing. "Oh, nothing. What's up, Eddie?"

"Well, Mike is on his way to tell this Nancy girl that she made it into the show. Um, we try contacting her but we keep getting hanged up," Eddie pointed out.

"Don't worry about it," Buster reassured his friend.

Meanwhile, Mizuki had her back turned and filed stuff on the desk as hooves covered her eyes.

"Guess who?" A familiar voice came.

Mizuki giggled. "Oh no, it's Logan Paul!"

Her eyes were uncovered as she turned to find her boyfriend, Babeesh, there again.

"Hey, babe." He pecked a kiss on Mizuki's forehead.

"Hey."

"How's my little secretary doing?" Babeesh asked, earning a side glance from Eddie.

Eddie went into the office and closed the door while Ms. Crawly watched the couple teasing each other...coyly.

"I've been doing good. We finally had a cast of people performing in the show. They are going to be in the theater tomorrow morning," Mizuki answered excitedly.

Babeesh blinked. "I'm a bit surprise that there are still people obsessed with the theater still."

Mizuki grinned. "There are a lot more people than you think. And...on top of that, we have heard the best performances ever. Just saying. You're missing out on a lot."

"If your boss ain't cuddling up next to you all the time, I wouldn't have missed a lot of things."

"Would you stop? He didn't cuddle up on me. He did nothing of that sort."

"Come on, the guy couldn't stop staring at you, see?"

Both of the antelopes glanced to see Buster chatting away with Eddie, not even paying attention to the couple.

Mizuki rolled her eyes. "Babeesh, you need to stop being so insecure. Mr. Moon and I are in a professional relationship. Meaning, I'm his intern and I work for him. He hadn't made any advances that made me feel uncomfortable. So, I think we're in a good spot as both employee and employer."

Meanwhile, in his closed office, Buster took a side glance at Mizuki to her conversating with her boyfriend, almost like she's a bit stressed on having to explain things to him. Eddie noticed this with a smirk.

"You're so in love with her," Eddie pointed out obviously.

"What? Me? No, no, this is a professional relationship," Buster argued. "Besides, she's already in a relationship with this other guy--"

"Who doesn't treat her well," Eddie informed with a deadpan stare at his best friend.

"Oh well, that depends on how you look at it."

"Come on, 'little secretary'---"

"Now, you're just looking for reasons to be mad at this guy--"

"And constantly tells her to quit the theater," Eddie added onto the explanation. "For literally no reason other than for his own control. He always throws glares at you and you didn't do anything wrong."

"Well, look, it's none of anyone's business on what's going on between them."

Eddie sighed deeply. "Fine. But if it gets to the point where he hurts her, I'm gonna slap him."

Buster leaned back against the chair with another sigh. There's a brief pause between both men as Eddie heard something ringing in Buster's bottom drawer.

"Uh...what's that?" Eddie asked with a brow raised.

Buster had his eyes widened. "Oh...uh...it's nothing."

The koala quickly got into his bottom desk drawer and tried to shut off the alarm. Out of curiosity, Eddie peeked into the bottom drawer to see a bed made.

"Uh...Buster?"

Buster screeched as he got out and closed the drawer quickly with a plastered smile. "You didn't see anything."

Eddie blinked a bit. "How long have you been sleeping in there?"

"Just for a night."

"What happened to your apartment?"

Buster chuckled nervously. "Uh...long story short...it's been burned down and destroyed."

Eddie tilted his head. "Are the same people living below you still lived there?"

Buster nodded his head slightly.

Eddie sighed heavily. "Oh, Buster, I warned you to not get that place. You got smokers living below you and now your apartment was destroyed because of them. Wait! Why didn't you just crash my place? I got a lot more room than in the desk drawer."

"Because I don't want to burden you if you are already---"

"Whoa, whoa, let me stop you there. For one, you're not going to burden me. For two, my folks would love to have you over. Thirdly, you got to stop thinking that you're some kind of weight. I mean, you're very lightweight in all honesty."

Buster blinked a bit. "I guess you're right."

"Yeah...so...did you happen to save anything?"

Buster smiled sheepishly. "Uh...just a couple of family photos and a...bucket."

"A bucket?" Eddie questioned. "Why on earth would you save a bucket?"

"Because...it belonged to my father. For twenty years, he would work his tail off every day just so that he could help me buy this place. Every day, Eddie. Just for me."

Buster said the last part with a frown and a sad tone as he picked up the bucket and caressed it.

Eddie twisted the corners of his mouth downwards. "That must have meant a lot to you."

Buster nodded his head. "Of course it did. He died after I bought this theater. He didn't even get the chance to retire or...anything. He worked at the car wash all by himself. Ms. Crawly helped but...she couldn't do more than what he could do."

Eddie leaned up against the window sill and subconsciously blocked the sun casting down on the koala, warming his back. "I'm sorry to hear that. You told me and Ms. Crawly he was sick when you opened the theater."

Buster blinked a bit. Did he actually say that? A fuzzy memory was shaken off once Buster sighed again.

"Well, he had a stroke and...you know the rest."

"Yeah," Eddie replied. "Yeah, I know."

~.~

In the dead of night, it took hours upon hours for Mike to find Nancy. His direction in this city was aimless as he found a nightclub. A cheap nightclub that didn't even care if you're underage or not. Mike sighed.

Might as well just get a drink.

Before the mouse could second guess himself, he entered the nightclub without regard as to enters there before and after him.

Mike took the small stairs up towards where the mice like Mike partied and entertained each other as he entered the small bar.

"Corona on rocks," Mike replied while putting a few cents in. The mouse bartender poured him a drink with ice inside of it. He took a sip with a satisfied sigh. Putting the drink down, he noticed the small stage lit up with small chairs and tables to accommodate the mice.

Mike waited as a white mouse like him...except more stern and his face squished came up to the microphone on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Ms. Renegade!" The announcer announced as he gestured towards the curtain.

Ms. Renegade?

Mike squinted at the dark blue curtains as the music began to make a beat where you could clap your hands along with the beat if you want.

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"Ooh."

A familiar singing voice sang as Mike noticed the female mouse on stage in a dark blue glittering dress, her eye shadow in a blue shade with a purple lipstick to match the setting. It's Nancy! Mike couldn't believe he found her after hours and hours of searching for her. He didn't even try the bar! But his thoughts were immediately disregarded when she began to sing in the most alluring tone he'd ever heard again.

"Well, life's been kind of trippy down here in Mississippi

Since Cassie O'Grady disappeared

And me and my Bob Shaver been in all the newspapers

Every day for naught on a year

They say we got tangled in a love triangle

A fatal game of truth or dare."

Nancy took a side glance at the mouse sitting in front of her, trying to get a glimpse under her dress but she wouldn't let him. Her coy smile played on her lips while she was able to push a fellow to glance up into her hazel eyes instead.

"But the truth remains a mystery and now it's ancient history

It's a Choctaw County affair

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair)

Well, people talkin' 'bout it everywhere (Choctaw County affair)."

She had the backup singers repeating the words as she kept singing her heart out and strutting through the little dining area where the mice just gazed at her, dumbfounded by her gorgeous appearance.

"Well, Cassie O'Grady was no Southern lady

Despite all the media hype

They all loved to make her out like a sweet little devout

All-American cheerleader type

But her mind was cattywampus

She was greedy, she was pompous

Strutting 'round with her nose in the air.

She was a cold gold-digger tickling a hand trigger

It's a Choctaw County affair

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair)

And now they say she's lying dead somewhere (Choctaw County affair)."

When singing through the second verse, she was messing with one of the mice's bowties with a teasing smirk while spinning him around in the chair playfully. Her hips swayed side to side in a confident stride while the mice in the restaurant just stared at her, including Mike. Mike's heart skipped a beat when she turned to see him. With a small smile of recognition, she strutted towards Mike while singing.

"Well, I do not deny I wished Cassie would die

When she threatened us with blackmail

She said she had some information that would wreck my reputation

And land Bobby back in jail

Now it's best to remember Bobby Shaver's got a temper

Like a buck-shot grizzly bear.

But there's nobody, there's no witness

So y'all go mind your business

It's a Choctaw County affair

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair)

Oh, you mess with Bobby and you better beware (Choctaw County affair), yeah yeah yeah

Hey, yeah"

Nancy grabbed Mike by the tie with a smirk played on her lips. Mike's face became redder than a tomato in the vegetable garden. His heart went over a million miles per hour when she stroked his jacket slightly to seem like she's taking it off. Before this could go any further, she gave him a small push back against the bar counter while turning away from him with her gaze lingered on him.

"Well, the press went wild on the day of the trial

When they put us on the witness stand

They thought we'd turn on each other, but soon they all discovered

We were life or die, hand in hand

And that fancy D.A. from down Jackson way

Said he'd see us in the electric chair, ha.

But the foreman of the jury told me, honey, don't you worry

It's a Choctaw County affair, yeah

(Choctaw County affair)

Yeah, it's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair), yeah

How would you know 'cause you weren't there (Choctaw County affair)

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair)

Mmm, yeah, yeah (Choctaw County affair)."

As the song was finished, Nancy posed on the center table with applause from the men. Her gaze was cast down on Mike, who blushed more as she stepped off the center table and strutted towards Mike again.

Mike had no idea why but he wanted her to grab his tie again, with her face close to his again. Even the idea of it made Mike blush more. Nancy approached beside him.

"I thought I recognize you, stranger," Nancy uttered in an alluring silky Southern tone.

Mike blinked with a cleared throat. "N-Name's Mike."

"Nancy--"

"I know...I mean, I know because you performed at the Moon Theater and you did a wonderful job. Like a really really wonderful job. Like if you combine an angel with a Southerner, your voice's a perfect combination."

Mike had no idea he's rambling on and on as he glanced to notice Nancy gazing at him with a small grin and soft eyes.

"Thank you," Nancy replied. "I saw your performance too. I never heard of people playing the saxophones before. It's almost like they're extinct."

"Oh-Oh no! No, they do exist I mean, look at me. I played saxophone and I performed in streets...and now I worked at Moon Theater I guess?"

Mike was fumbling over his words that he didn't know whether he's scaring Nancy or not. However, her smug smile said otherwise.

"Well, I've been looking for a saxophone player. Think you can do it--"

"Anything! I mean...wait...what am I signing up for?"

Nancy smiled softly while tracing his arm up lightly that it tickled him. "Well, we got a band and one of the bands said that they're missing the saxophone player. You're both a mouse and a saxophone player. As you said about my voice, you have a perfect combination."

Mike blushed when she tapped on his small black nose. He blinked more than twice to snap himself out of whatever thoughts he had.

"Uh...well, yeah, uh--"

"Nancy!"

Both Nancy and Mike glanced to see a buff white mouse coming in between them.

"What are you doing?!" the buff mouse asked Nancy.

"Relax, Darren, I was hoping he'd be willing to join in the band since he played so well in the theater the other day."

"We ain't got time for your theater shenanigans. You're needed backstage," the buff white mouse gruffed.

Nancy rolled her eyes and turned to Mike. "Forgive my brother, we must be going. But...if ya need to call, here's the number." She handed Mike a sleek card with the work number on it. "Don't be afraid to call for me."

Nancy winked at Mike and scooted off the barstool to go with her acclaimed brother, Darren, towards backstage.

Theater Shenanigans? Backstage? The show!!!

Mike immediately put the card in his pocket and fumbled off the barstool. "Wait! Nancy!"

Nancy and Darren turned to Mike, with Darren glaring at him.

"We ain't got time for suck-ups--"

"Wait, wait, give me one minute. Nancy, I've been looking for you everywhere. I swear I'm not stalking you. I want to find you to tell you that you're in the show. You made it into the show!"

"Get him out of here!" Darren barked at the bodyguards. The bodyguards grabbed Mike by the arms to drag him away.

"You're in the show, Nancy! They need you there by morning!" Mike shouted as he was thrusted into the pipe, sliding him down all the way till it got to the outside of the nightclub and throwing him right up against the lamp pole.

With a groan, Mike collapsed onto the ground. "Ow...well, at least, she got the message."

Mike got back up with a couple of more grunts and looked around the night sky. "It's night now...better head back to the theater before I get founded by cats again."

With that said, Mike walked off into the night of the city.

To Be Continued...