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Danger Mouse-He Came Home [Fanfiction]

 

DANGER MOUSE

HE CAME HOME


Snuggles could hear the cries again, they were quick to stir him from his slumber.

He leaned over towards Dawn, her head tossing and twisting on the pillow

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

Dawn carefully wrapped the sheet around her waist and got up from bed, heading towards the window close to the door, opening it and letting a draft pass through her body.

“He didn’t come home” she said, tears being blown from her eyelids by the strong winds.

“Which one of them?” Snuggles said, looking at two sets of newspaper clippings on the desk opposite the bed showing photographs of Danger Mouse swinging on a jungle vine, trying to avoid Snuggles in a loin cloth, and her father Augustus at a fancy social function, well dressed in a suit and tie.

“Does it matter?” she said.

“You can’t just sit back and expect me not to worry” said Snuggles.

“I tried phoning while you were out, I was looking for information”

“You used the phone without telling me? How long were you on for?”

“As long as they kept me on hold…the music must have looped fifteen times before I hung up”

“How long was the music?”

“Oh what does that even matter, it wasn’t exactly catchy” Dawn snapped.

“It matters to our phone bill” Snuggles replied, trying to keep his temper in check, now was not the hour to engage in heated conversation, his goal was to try and calm Dawn’s nerves so she could get her beauty sleep.

Dawn closed the window and walked over to a mirror; she grabbed a comb and began brushing her pigtails.

“I’ve never known such worry in my life, it’s so new to me…and it twists my insides like a pretzel, more so than rage ever does, is it any wonder why I get moody when I’m older?”

“That’s all part of growing up” said Snuggles.

“Whenever I’m a grown up, I’m selfish, I write off anything that annoys me before it has a chance to hurt me, or discipline me…maybe that’s why I tried to get rid of you that time, so I could be my own boss”

“I could never be your boss…boss” said Dawn, smiling as he noticed Dawn giving him a wink and giggling a little.

“Come back to bed Dawn, now’s not the need to worry, and you’ve got school in the morning”

“Can you check the news feeds for me to let me know if he came home safe?” asked Dawn

“What did I tell you about watching the news before going to bed? You don’t need to fill your head with all the chaos going on in the big bad world”

“He always said I was big and bad” Dawn whispered gently.

“And brave” Snuggles added.

“Just do this one thing for me, please? I can’t bear to look myself, so much for bravery” she said, slipping back into her bed and laying her head tensely on the pillow.

Snuggles sighed and headed over to the main living area and switched on the television.

The BBC’s lead news correspondent gave an update on a situation involving a fire at the International Fighting Flea Market Arena, which had broken during a fight between Danger Mouse and Dawn’s father riding what appeared to be a fusion of a flea and flypaper, with several gallons of oil attached to them, all having been ignited.

Snuggles listened to the news report intensely, as long as it took the update and interviews to wrap up before it moved on to the next topic, before switching off the television and walking over to the guest quarters.

Logic dictated he should have checked the guest quarters first, but he wanted all the details before proceeding, he wanted to be best prepared for whichever outcome awaited him.

There would no surprises with him, surprises were sudden, shocking, potentially damaging, and he did not want that inflicted on his young charge, she had enough baggage, and he had just as little patience for it.

Upon checking the guest quarters for signs of life, he came back to Dawn’s bedroom with a look of satisfaction.

“Well?” Dawn asked, almost succumbing to slumber but fighting against it until her curiosity was satisfied

“He came home” Snuggles said.

Dawn sighed in relief, and gently shut her eyes to go to sleep. Snuggles kissed her on the forehead and tucked himself in beside her, drifting off to sound and safe slumber himself.

Danger Mouse-If There Was A Mountain To Move

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Ah the supermarket, where frantic shoppers go to restock the contents of their fridge back at home, and it is here we find the world’s busiest secret agent.

“Let me see…OJ, OJ, OJ…ah, Purple Stuff” said DM as he popped the large container at the front of the trolley besides the boxes of cereal and French loafs.

He reached the frozen foods aisle, and a pang of nostalgia shot through his heart as he stared at the range of Melted licensed offerings.

Bumpsidaisy Burgers

He reached out to grab the item; he stared at the imagery, thinking back to the obsessions his friends had with the franchise, and reflecting on what this particular character the food was branded on meant to him.

A time where he had given a girl a bedazzling waltz that enabled him to save the world.

Another hand swiftly attempted to grab the item from his hand, their fingers nimbly overlapping over one another as the struggle to attain control of the box began in earnest.

“Hands off you, I called first dibs”

“And I’ll just call you a dib” came a familiar voice.

DM peered down to find the person on the other end clutching the box was Dawn, the girl he had shared magic with under the Northern Lights.

Here they stood now, grasping the box, looking over it to catch the expressions conveyed in their three eyes, two for Dawn, one for Danger Mouse, both wondering if their experience in the chilling cold could stir up warm emotion within them both now.

Surely that experience couldn’t have been for nothing? DM thought.

He could sense there was something more to the timeless child that stood before him, he’d seen her at her most selfish as well as at her most vulnerable, but that day he danced with her, the day they put both of their bodies through a wondrous motion, was the first time he had seen her at her most submissive.

She had learned to let go, to seal the cracks she had admitted to have seen within herself, and reflected that attitude through the pristine reflection of a mind, heart and soul at peace.

Something changed in him that day too, he had waited forever to find something to stir the song within his own soul, after years of falling victim to nerves, and Dawn had brought that courage to the forefront.

It could not have been for nothing, he knew it, and she must have too.

DM sighed, handing her the box.

“Here” he said.

Dawn gave him a sour look and looked for the expiration date, thinking DM was only letting her have the burgers because they’d gone off.

DM tried to provoke some small talk, in the hope he could break through the icy demeanour of the child nemesis and get to know her a bit better in this form, fearing at the same time she could turn to her teenage form and use her powers for destructive ends, bringing the whole of the supermarket crashing down on the teeming shoppers that populated it.

He had to be careful about it.

“I see you’ve changed your mind about Melted” he said, referring to how she never wanted to watch the movie again after their dance.

“These are the only burgers I happen to like in this wretched city, the branding doesn’t mean anything”

“I see, so there’s nothing there then? Maybe a film doesn’t matter all that much as you get older, which would, in your case, only be handled within a matter of seconds”

“No, a movie doesn’t matter” said Dawn, surprising DM with a swift clasp of her one free hand, she pulled at his arm, forcing his face to meet her height, and she clasped one side of his cheek softly

“The experience does” she says, kissing him on the nose.

“You turned that on rather rapidly” DM said, blushing ever so slightly.

“You can’t hide what you mean from me Mouse, you wouldn’t be standing here trying to get me involved in mushy grown-up talk, you’d be alerting your silly side-kick and that plucky back ended Professor to what I was doing looking for a way to stop whatever it is I was doing”

DM gave her a smug glance, he found Dawn’s ability to grasp the obvious a strong compliment to her character, it certainly put her in a league of her own, far beyond his other rivals and enemies, even friends.

Whether or not she was a friend in this instance was another matter entirely.

“Where’s Snuggle?” said DM, knowing Dawn’s friend, protector and caretaker could not be far behind.

“At the arcade machine, a driving simulator, he’s keeping my seat warm” Dawn replied.

“How’s he doing? I’ve never known him to drive”

“Oh he’s not playing the game, he’s just pretending to until I get back with some change to put in the slot”

“Do you have any?”

“No, so if I can’t play before I leave, nobody else is, I’ll have Snuggles smash it to pieces before we go”

“But who’d pay for that?” said DM.

“They all pay eventually” Dawn replied, letting out a cruel giggle.

“I believe in this instance, you can’t hide what you mean to me either” said DM.

“So what do you intend to do about it?”

“Care to flip a coin?” said DM, producing five pence from one of his suit’s pockets.

Dawn gasped, and swiftly grabbed it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” she said, giving the mouse another gentle touch on the nose with her gentle lips.

“Good, now hand it over” said DM, his hand outstretched, waiting for her to deposit something in his hand.

“Hand what over?”

“You know what I mean” said DM.

Dawn winked and gave him the hamburgers.

“What did we learn today?” DM said.

“Money can be exchanged for goods and services” she said.

“Run along” said DM.

Dawn relieved Snuggles of his pretend play through, jumped into the simulator, inserted the coin into the slot machine, and set to work on having a good time.

“We heading home after this?” Snuggles said.

“Somehow, I feel like I already was home” Dawn said.

As he watched Dawn play, DM felt that if there had been a mountain to move in this moment, he had just pushed Everest.

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DANGER MOUSE:

OLDER

(Contains Spoilers for “Melted”)


“I’m never watching that film again” Dawn Crumhorn vowed as the Mark IV darted across the arctic tundra en route back to London. She was tied to the back of the flying machine and was finding the wild winds difficult to tolerate, especially as they were messing up her hair.

“Well, at least Melted gained one fan to replace the one it just lost” came a voice from the intercom.

Dawn frowned.

It was him.

Her co-star in her most recent misadventure.

“I’m not talking to you, you cut my adaptation to ribbons”

“Terribly sorry about that, it took me a little while to get into the part” Danger Mouse replied.

“I should have kept your dimwit sidekick in the role of Bumpsydaisy, he’d have stuck to the script” Dawn continued

“Penfold is many things, but a willing accomplice would never fit” DM replied, having faith that his sidekick would never be completely swayed.

“And what about your pitiful pal? I’d much rather spend the rest of this trip talking with a fan of the experience than some newcomer who only used a priceless moment as a means to an end”

“He’s taking a nap, I should know, I gave him a little something in his refreshment to send him to slumber land” DM revealed, adding a tenth pillow from the car’s compartments to the pillow fort that he’d been forming around Penfold to keep him asleep.

“You put him to sleep?” Dawn asked.

“Which means we can talk” DM continued.

“Talk?”

“That big number we shared was a means to an end, but I meant everything I said in that performance Dawn”

Dawn felt something shoot up her spine.

At first, she believed it to be a rush of blisteringly cold air from the sharp winds that coursed through the sky and all over her body, but this felt like an internal jolt associated with the feelings of anxiety and unnerving uncertainty.

Whatever he had just admitted to, she believed him.

“How could you have possibly meant it? What was it I said?” she asked, unsure of whether to hate herself for asking as she was seemingly giving in to the kind of conversation her captor was trying to have with her.

“The whole spiel you had about the world being as cracked as the people you meet, that touched me Dawn, it reminded me of my own shortcomings when I was trying for a career as a musician and singer early on in my youth. My voice, and even the people in my life at the time, were all cracked and distorted. Everything was held to an impossibly high standard. The worst examples of anthropomorphic kind judged me on my ability and rejected me. All I wanted was a chance to play in their pen”

“That’s exactly how we met, I wanted nothing more than to have someone play with me, to give me undivided attention and respect, even love” Dawn admitted.

“Look at the pair of us Dawn, we demand everyone lavish us with attention in order to stroke our egos. At the worst of times, we want to embrace love in its most selfish state, only thinking selflessly of others when we give in its highs or lows”

“Are you saying that, deep down, I wanted to stop the literal meltdown of the planet?”

“Deep down, you wanted to be the hero, you wanted the redemption story. That’s what Melted was Dawn, a tale of love finding a way to cleanse the light of the darkness that was enveloping it. You wanted me to be your glue to mend the crack in your world, and I in turn needed you to be the light, I needed you to help me to take charge of my voice, to command a worldwide stage and make us both the heroes of the story. We brought the light of Melted into a world that sorely needed it. Love held back the ocean, it turned the tide, and we stopped the flood”

Dawn absorbed what DM had said, and rattled back with something she needed to hear. She hated herself for asking in light of the strength in the marvellous mouse’s words, but she needed to hear this from his lips.

“When you were saying ‘I can’t, I can’t’ earlier, you weren’t suggesting you couldn’t bring yourself to sing, you were afraid to admit something about yourself to me, a side that could get you in trouble with your superiors. There was a hidden meaning to it, just as there was when I made my own intentions clear…when I demanded you play Bumpsydaisy. It wasn’t humiliation I wanted from you, I may have said that just to be cheeky, but it wasn’t what I wanted from you at all. It was the chance for you to reciprocate what I was already feeling”

Danger Mouse felt the unnerving cold shoot down his neck as the tension built, only for it to then steadily fade. He smiled.

Dawn understood.

“You’re right, you’re exactly right, I jumped at the part after I thought back to what Penfold had said about the character when he was telling me all about the musical. I feigned disinterest but it struck a chord with me, it got me thinking about how we first interacted, I couldn’t help myself, I even knew instinctively what your favourite game was on that day, it was hide and seek. That right there demonstrates synergy I haven’t had with almost anyone else”

Col. K’s hologram form suddenly formed before DM as he contacted the two.

“Ah congratulations DM, that performance was absolutely riveting. During your duet, Squawkencluck got so caught up in the moment she nearly jumped into my arms, completely forgetting I’m a hologram 50% of the time, she landed straight on her chest, the poor woman. What’s your E.T.A? We have a nice soft cell waiting for young Dawn that’ll serve her well, at least until her father bails her out with his vast wealth, resources and connections. See you when you get here”

DM smiled, though he was quite uneasy, and turned off the hologram. He wasn’t quite sure how to break it to the absent-minded Colonel that Dawn’s father had been exiled to deep space long ago. A good thing in this case.

“Is what you feel worse than a prison sentence?” Dawn asked.

“To some people it might very well be, but I believe what I feel is something that travels with me, not something that hinders me. It reminds me there is good to come in my twilight years when you’re all caught up and we can truly embrace what we have with confidence we won’t be judged”

“Why tell me now? I could very well say something”

“Dawn, you won’t tell. As you said, your intentions were clear. Right there, in your soul, and in your song, the understanding we share is tangible and real. These feelings will always stay with you regardless, and you won’t want to give that up”

“That’s probably why I’ll never watch the film again…it does nothing now but remind me of what we shared, and what we can never have for as long as age and our opposite experiences divide us”

“Youth is fleeting Dawn, it forever will be, if we can hold on to the hope time can heal those scars of yours, and provided our hearts aren’t pulled in other directions, then we can also hope to act on whatever impulses linger in the farthest future”

“Said with such conviction…but you’re right, we need to give each other time, when I grow up, when I allow myself to grow up, we’ll explore this further. I won’t tell, I’ll treasure our moment Mouse, but don’t think for a second it will go on to define where we stand as long as I’m still young. I’m still a spoiled, selfish little girl, and still every bit your worst nightmare”

“And I will be as determined to stop you for as long as you stay where you are…but know that, for that brief moment in time, when we shared the fate of the world in the palm of our hands, we were wiser, and you? You were older