Seymour McNiples

Who: Seymour, Jayne, Keto, Justin, Wolfgang
Where: Fast Food Takeaway, Blue Dwarf
When: After escaping the pet shop
Our intrepid tiny explorers started to scale the dizzying heights of the fish
and chip shop wall. Grabbing onto the loose wallpaper they pulled themselves up
an almost unimaginable height of 1.8 metres.
Jayne and Rosette reached the top of the stainless steel cupboard first, pulling
themselves up onto it's shiny slippery surface. They looked down at the others
who were struggling to pull themselves up.
"Wolfgang, where's Seymour?" Rosette shouted down, unable to see the Royal
Ambassador.
The German Health and Safety officer grabbed onto a piece of wallpaper to his
left, moving his body and allowing Rosette to see Seymour directly underneath
him, tethered by a piece of string to the German's back.
Seymour's legs were dangling and he was allowing Wolfgang to pull him up.
"Seymour try and support your own weight!" Rosette called down. "Wolfgang looks
like he's about to collapse!"
"I'm a Royal Ambassador, not a mountain climber!" Came the response.
"Vell I am a Health unt Safety officer, not your personal trainer." Said
Wolfgang, and cut the strong on his back. Seymour saw Wolfgang cut the string
and quickly grabbed onto some loose wallpaper next to him.
"Mister Sweetsly, how dare you! I could have fallen. Surely that's against
Health and Safety."
"Dere are no rules about falling one metre to ze ground!" Wolfgang show back,
and reached over with his right hand to touch the chrome stove where Jayne and
Rosette already were. Jayne took his hand and helped him up.
Seymour begrudgingly followed them and made it to the top of the stove. The team
pulled him up over the edge where Seymour almost lost his footing and fell head
first into an open blue flame.
"Good heavens, it's warm up here!" Seymour said, pointing to the flame. "Can we
turn that down?"
As the team pondered their next move, a shadow fell upon them as a fat staff
member of the chip shop approached and placed several burgers onto the large
frying pan next to them. From their angle, the man seemed to have a double chin
the size of a great blue whale.
Everyone tried to hide behind something, Jayne and Justin behind a large shaker
of salt, Rosette behind a knife rack, and Keto behind a big crate of small
wooden forks.
By the time Seymour noticed that everyone else had hidden, it was too late for
him, he was spotted by the fat chef.
"What the smeg is that!" Cried the impossibly huge man.
"What is it?" Said a skinnier man behind, he peered over, his thin face lowering
like a crane to see the tiny Human.
"It looks like a hideously deformed mouse." Said the skinny one.
"It looks like it's dressed like that pompous Ambassador git who nobody likes."
"yeah. Kill it!" Said the burger chef, and they both swiped down with spatulas
at the small man.
Seymour shrieked and dived in the only direction he could, which was away from
the tall drop he'd just climbed up. He jumped into the frying pan. One foot
touched the hot metal and he quickly hopped onto something else, this was a
burger which was just about to be flipped. It wasn't quite as hot as the metal
surface, but the hot oily fats burned into his feet. Seymour hopped a few times
up and down so he wasn't keeping his feet in contact with the burger for very
long.
The spatula came crashing down on him again and Seymour jumped across to an
adjacent burger.
"Pleas,e this isn't how I wanted to die!" Seymour cried out. "Not by a spatula,
and certainly not on a greasy burger!"
He jumped to the next burger where an absent-minded third chef with a massive
hairy beard was plopping cheese squares onto the cooked burgers. Seymour felt a
blanket of heavy plasticky cheese fall down on his head. It flattened him
against the burger and his scream was muffled by the cheese.
"Which one was it?" The fat chef asked, looking at the burgers.
The bearded chef shrugged, and scooped up the burgers, placing them into buns.
"You can't server those! One has a mouse in it." Said the fat one.
"A smartly-dressed mouse!" Said the skinny one.
The bearded one shrugged. "I've served worse." He said, and took the burgers
over on a tray to a customer who handed over some money and took them
gratefully. The other two chefs watched and cringed as the customer took the
burgers away. What they didn't see was the small head of a Royal Ambassador
stick his head out between a burger and partially melted cheese and call for
help.
<Tag, Seymour's about to get eaten. Can anyone save him? Who is it eating the
burger? PPCH>