King: “I’ll check the mousetraps before going to bed”
Voice from kitchen – “One is missing.”
“How can one be missing? What are you talking about?”
“I put one in each drawer and one drawer has NO mouse trap”
“Perhaps you thought you put them in both drawers.”
“No000, I know I did.”
“Well, do think our son moved it while we were out? He did come by.”
“I don’t know.”
“You could call him.”
“Son, did you move the mouse trap?”
Son, laughing hysterically, “What are you talking about?”
After longer conversation son replied, “This is the weirdest phone call ever.”
King Mouse Hunter: ” Oh well, don’t know where it went.” Proceeded to ready himself for bed.
Queen of Mouse Hunter: “Uh, it has to be somewhere. Can a mouse walk off with it?”
At this point strong visions of a mouse on two feet bumping into cupboard walls adorning a mouse trap on it’s head.
King: “OK, I’ll look.”
Pokes his head into cupboards and says, “Not here.”
Queen: “Has to be. They don’t just walk off.” (shutters)
King: “Oh. Here he is. OH! He’s still alive.”
Queen exits while saying something to the effect of – throw him over the fence so the dogs don’t get him and bring him back in.
King: “You got gloves? I’ll flush him!”
Sound of flushing toilet then, “Oh crap! He didn’t go down!!”
King: “There. I’ll reset the traps.”