A/N 2018: As a Thank you to the BBC iplayer and for providing me with the first 10 new episodes of Danger Mouse to view since this Wednesday, here is one of my prototype projects that I've written in my notebook back in around this Spring to July.

Betrayed By His Foolish and Beloved Girlfriend

12 months. 12 long months. Shirakage Mouse had now lost one year off of her normal lifespan. She'd used her powers again!

As he left the Guest bedroom in which Prof. Squawkencluck was conducting tests on his unconscious girlfriend, a surge of painful rage began to boil in the monocular agent's blood. His usual temperamental snarls sounded more stressful and emotional under his hyperventilated breath.

Fear began to also grip the rodent's weakened demeanor. What if his beloved Shira-San lost an additional 4 months of her life, just by using her double edged magic to neutralize a Roofie that some bloody cock slipped into her drink at a notorious pub somewhere in London!?

Danger Mouse couldn't bear to think straight any further...as a chilling image of Shirakage's lifeless body—laid in a ceremonial coffin—filled his mind. He stormed off down the levels of HQ and headed for the HoloDeck.

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From wooden martial arts training posts to multiple weapons practice, Danger Mouse programmed the HoloDeck to solidify any target that he could hit and destroy.

He released blood curdling bellows of his anger as he shot, sliced or physically punched everything he saw in front of him. Sometimes, he yelled out an aggravated feral battle cry, ignoring the simulated blood of his enemies getting splattered into the air by his deadly weapons.

DM kept up his frenzied therapeutic assault, refusing to hesitate or slow down the rage in his veins—which somehow seemed to provide limitless fuel for his fierce movements.

"SINISTER MOUSE~~~~~~~~~~!" He screamed in maddening anguish. "YOU BLOODY BASTARD~~~~~~~!" He continued to destroy multiple cardboard targets, his anger consuming him to neglect the sight of blood and darkened spots on his paws. His amber right eye streamed a morbid river of tears, while stress had caused bloodshot lines to appear in his eye's corner.

Suddenly, as he attempted to hit another target, the object dematerialized itself just inches away from his bruised and bloodied fist.

"Hrrrrr-!?" Danger Mouse growled in disorienting contempt as he gazed around himself. The background simulation swiftly dissolved itself as well, returning the HoloDeck back to normal.

He continued to grit his teeth angrily and heavily pant towards the growing silence in the empty room, wondering who the hell had overridden the program to stop.

The HoloDeck's automatic doors slid open, and DM turned his glare onto the female chicken boffin—who was supposed to be caring for the woman he loved.

"That's enough, Danger Mouse," she ordered sharply. "Shirakage Mouse will be regaining consciousness soon. I doubt she'd want to see you looking like a tense drunkard, giving the state that you're now in. I'll bandage your hands after you've showered your temper off."

The searing bitterness in his eye gazed down towards the floor. His anger for feeling helpless over his girlfriend's wasted lifespan hadn't diminished one bit. However, he couldn't just stand here and brood tearfully forever. Biting back the pain in his paws, he hurried off towards the bathroom near the Danger Flat's sitting room.

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Danger Mouse struggled to clear the drowsiness behind his eye as Prof. Squawkencluck carefully bandaged his bleeding and bruised paws. He cursed mentally at his bloody brilliant friend: she had mixed noxious gas into the loo's sauna machine while he was showering earlier.

He grimaced, failing to suppress a sleepy-eyed yawn. "Dammit, Squawk," he mumbled crossly. "Why did you...?" He yawned again, but more deeply this time.

DM felt his head slump downwards before resting on top of Shirakage's bed comforter. If Squawkencluck chose not to dress his injured hands in his girlfriend's room, he would had continued to glare daggers at her for the rest of his life, long after the gas had worn out.

"You won't get away with this...!"

Squawkencluck stared softly at her drugged colleague. "I'm really sorry, Danger Mouse," she apologized gently with regret. "But your hot headed workout in the HoloDeck had also raised your temperature dangerously high. If I had let you to continue blowing off any more steam, you would have collapsed with that fever."

DM scowled as he suddenly realized her betrayal. "You lying...! Squawk..." The venom in his tone was sounding more pathetic by the second; the gas's effect speeding up in his system.

"I'll continue to keep an eye on Shirakage," she replied sternly to his unfocused vision. "I promise."

A tear slid down DM's right cheek, and he finally slipped into Dreamland.

'Shirakage...'

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Danger Mouse's dreams were filled with nothing but the day when Shirakage Mouse broke up with him suddenly and moved out of the Danger flat. She never gave him an explanation on why she was doing this and breaking his heart.

Then her image dissolved before his widened eye, and the air around him grew cold with thinning oxygen levels.