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[skelleyman]

The Death of Rats was having a grand time. Currently he was prowling through the kitchen looking for a bit of cheese. Quietly he laughed to himself "SNH SNH SNH." Of course so far no one had caught him...yet. Poking in a cupboard he managed to find a little bit of left over Colby, not his favorite but then hungry Grim Squeekers couldn't be choosy.

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[hasfearitude]

Damn metal bands and their damn explosions and all the damn mess they made.

The Janitor had no doubt at all that he would have to clean up that auditorium at some point, but for now, he was on kitchen duty. This place was filthy. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to let fictional characters near a microwave had another thing--

...

"The hell are you doing on my counter?"

[skelleyman]

The Death of Rats looked up in shock, or at least as much shock as his tiny skeletal face could register. "SQUEEK!" he said sounding like a thousand tiny coffins scraping on a crypt floor. Grabbing his scythe and most importantly the cheese the Death of Rats made a run for it.

[hasfearitude]

"Oh no you don't--"

The Janitor dropped his mop and grabbed a cloth instead as he ran after the disturbing rat. He had to navigate around a table, but once in range he threw the damp material at the intruder.

"I've been lookin' for a new salt shaker."

... it belatedly crossed his mind that a skeleton would be mildly difficult to stuff.

[skelleyman]

Looking up to see where his pursuer was resulted in the Grim Squeeker getting a face full of damp cloth trapping him underneath quite handily. "EEEEEK! SQUEEK, SQUEEK!" After panicking for moment due to the traditional trap the Death of Rats remembered that he was more real than the cloth and just went through it. "SQUEEK, SNH SNH SNH" He then took off making a feint for the pan racks.

[inherit_death]

Susan had absolutely no idea where she was. One moment, she was in her classroom preparing the day's lesson plan.

And the next?

"Oh, it would figure that you'd be involved."

[skelleyman]

The Death of Rats stared up at Susan from the floor where he was trying to sneak by the Janitor. His tail and whiskers twitched as he attempted to geusture for her to be quiet so he could get away with his cheese.

[inherit_death]

Susan watched him for a moment, completely ignoring the Janitor. She sighed again and then bent downward to pick up the Death of Rats.

"If you're here, that must mean Grandfather's about somewhere. Now, are you going to help me or will we be leaving this piece of cheese behind?"

[skelleyman]

"SQUEEK!." the Grim Squeeker was as annoyed as he always was when Susan picked him up. After looking at his cheese for a moment he nods his head in agreement with her. "SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK. the little skeletal rat said while pointing towards Janitor.