The world can be such a big place, especially if you happen to be a mouse. Just a stroll down an average hallway is like running a 5k marathon. The ceiling seems as far as a football field, American that is, is long. And what is this? A door to the left, with a sign that reads, "Do NOT Disturb". Ah, who's going to notice a little mouse? The cramped feeling of clowns in a Volkswagen embraces our mouse as he inches his way through the little crack between the door and the floor. On the other side is a room that resembles a "Single" Motel 6 Hotel room. In the middle of the room was a white man with Auburn hair in a fro style, clad in a silk Royal Blue Asian style tuxedo that had Gold dragons printed all over it. The man sat crossed legged on the floor, staring at a blank wall, with his elbows touching his knees and his hands joined in a unique way. His thumbs were touching each other and were on the bottom of his jaw as if they were holding his mouth shut. His index fingers ran up the bridge of his nose, touching at the tip. His following two fingers were interlocked with each other, with his pinkies sticking straight up, also touching at the tips. The concentration of this man threw an eerie aura in the room, enough to put curiosity into the mouse. The mouse advanced towards the man, but went stiff with fear as the man suddenly chuckled.

"They're here" He said, moving nothing besides his mouth, "Ready the Briefing Room." A few seconds passed and once again without moving he said, "That was an order, not a request." After another brief moment of silence the man then said, "Why the hell are you still standing there?" As the man finished the last sentence he turned his head and looked directly at the mouse. "Well, what are you waiting for?" the man asked, "You have your orders, dismissed." The mouse turned away and moved to the door, but was once again stopped as he heard, "Oh by the way." The man arose, and stood about 5'7'', and faced the door, "If you intrude on my private time again. I will personally make sure you regret it." The man then walked to the door and stopped. He looked down and saw the mouse staring up at him. The man then crossed his arms and said, "You managed to get in here by yourself. I can't see why you wouldn't be able to get out by yourself." The mouse stood there for a few seconds, as if he was cursing the man, and then exited the room the same way he entered. The man then opened the door, made a right turn and walked down the hallway, which ended at a T-intersection. At the end of the hallway stood two men, both were clad in a black and white Asian style tuxedo, made out of cloth instead of silk. one facing the hallway, and the other facing the wall, who were arguing. The man facing the wall was pretty well built muscularly, and stood about 5'11''. He had jet black hair, cut in a "High and Tight" style. The man facing the hallway stood about 5'2'' and had brown hair that came down so far in the front that it covered his right eye. When the man facing the hallway noticed the man in the silk tuxedo, he snapped to the position of attention.

"Good day General Walter." The man at attention said. The other man turned around and snapped to attention when he noticed the General.

"As you were." The General replied, and both men went at ease. "What seems to be the dispute that you two were having?

"Mr. Sentra was attempting to intrude on your private time, but I ensured his failure, sir." The man who was facing the wall said.

"Are you sure about that, Colonel?" Walter ask.

"Positive." The Colonel replied. "Why else would he be standing at the entrance of the Senior Officers' Quarters section?"

"Colonel Lancer, you have been working with me for over three years now, correct?" Walter asked.

"Yes sir." Lancer replied.

"Then why the hell do I have to explain everything to you as if it's your first day on the job?" Walter scolded Lancer. "Mr. Sentra is here as a decoy, sent by his master, Sir Robert, so that a smaller force could sneak by undetected. And his master plan succeeded!"

"My humble apologies sir, I shall make sure it never happens again." Lancer said. Walter took out a little green notebook from one of his pockets and flipped to a page that was covered with marks. He then took a pencil out of his pocket and made another mark on the page.

"Sir, If I may ask, what are you doing?" Lancer inquired.

"I'm keeping a tally of how many times I hear that phrase from you. I reset the number annually. This year you are now up to fifty three. Congratulations, you have officially surpassed the once a week average." At this time a man, about 5'10'' with "dirty" blonde hair, mullet style, who was wearing glasses, clad in the same style suit as Walter came rushing from the left.

"Yo, Bra." The man said, "What's going on?" Walter turned towards the man

"Ah, Admiral Steven. It appears that there has been a summoning to the briefing room, where's Captain Prius?"

"Sir, Captain Prius reports as ordered!" came a slightly high pitched male voice from behind Steven, where a skinny looking man in clad in the same cloth tuxedo as Mr. Sentra and Colonel Lancer, with faded naval blue hair that went down to the bottom of his shoulder blades and was braided into a pony tail. Walter turned to the Captain and said,

"Looks like you could use a little bit more dye on that hair of yours Captain."

"Yes sir." The Captain replied, "I'll get right on that after we're through with the briefing."

"Wait a minute." Walter said, "You mean you actually do dye your hair that color?"

"Yes sir." Prius said.

"Why?" Walter asked

"Because the Admiral doesn't like my natural hair color." Captain Prius explained.

"And what pray tell" Walter asked, "would that color be?"

"Pink" The captain said. Walter turned to Steven and raised his left eye brow.

"Don't ask." Steven said.

"Don't tell." Walter replied.

"Not to intrude or anything." Mr. Sentra said, "But shouldn't we be getting to the briefing room?"

"Yes we should." Walter replied. And the five of them went down the right hallway until they came upon a door on the left. The door had a pad lock on the handle and a sign on the top of the door that read "Janitor's Closet". Walter pushed the numbers 2,4,1,5 and a little light on the lock turned green. Walter then opened the door to reveal a 20'x20' room with an oval table in the middle that had chairs surrounding it with the exception of the end that faced the farthest wall.

"It's about time you all showed up." Came a voice from the table, and standing next to a chair directly right to the chair at the near end of the table stood another man clad in a silk tuxedo, who stood about 5' and had dirty blond hair that was slicked back and had a 3'' rat's tail in the back.

"Ah, Sir Robert." Walter exclaimed, "How are things on your end?"

"Fine bro." Robert said, "Now can we please start?"

"Yes we can." Walter said, "As soon as everybody takes their seats." So everybody sat down, and the briefing began.