RussianSpy
“The Quest for Allen” – A Mouse Tale of Mystery and Cheese
In the quiet little burrow-town of Whiskerwick, three mice—Teh, Raych, and Roz—lived peaceful lives. Teh was the clever one, always with her tiny glasses perched on her nose, buried in books. Raych, ever brooding in black, wore more eyeliner than seemed possible for a mouse, and Roz, the army mouse, was always ready for action, boots polished and military hat perfectly tilted.
But one misty morning, their friend Allen was gone.
The note left behind was simple, scrawled in shaky pawwriting:
“Gone to find answers. Don’t follow me.”
Teh immediately started decoding the note. “He always signs with a little tail swoop. This isn’t his writing…”
Roz loaded up her backpack. “We’re going after him.”
Raych rolled her eyes. “Figures. Boys and their cryptic drama.”
Chapter 1: The Journey Begins
They crossed through the Wild Wallcrack Pass, faced down a gang of sewer rats in the Underdrain Market, and bartered with a mysterious mole who claimed Allen had boarded the “Velveeta Express”—a secret cheese train that only stops at the hidden Mouse Embassy.
“I don’t like this,” Raych muttered. “He said ‘don’t follow me.’ That screams spy stuff.”
Chapter 2: Secrets and Swiss Holes
Inside the embassy—a labyrinthine cheese vault shaped like a wheel of aged gouda—they discovered blueprints. Mouse-sized weapons. Hidden tunnels. And in the center, a dossier with Allen’s photo. But it wasn’t labeled “Allen.”
It said:
“Agent AL-13N – Russian Mouse Intelligence.”
Teh’s paws trembled. “He’s a spy…”
Roz clenched her fists. “He lied to us this whole time?”
Raych: “Well, duh. Who wears a scarf like that unless they're hiding something?”
Chapter 3: Confrontation at the Kremlin-Cheese Compound>
They finally tracked Allen to the Kremlin-Cheese Compound, deep in the frosted caverns of the East Fridge. Snow howled. Russian mice guards patrolled with toothpick spears and ice-cube armor.
In the heart of the compound, Allen stood—scarf blowing dramatically.
“Girls,” he said, accent now suspiciously... Eastern European, “I can explain.”
Raych stepped forward. “Start talking, Ivan Cheddarovich.”
Allen sighed. “I was born in Russia. Raised in Australia. Recruited young. But I left that life behind—until they pulled me back in. I was trying to stop them from activating the ‘Fondue Protocol.’ You weren’t supposed to get involved.”
Roz leveled her grappling hook. “Too late for that.”
Final Chapter: The Great Cheese Detente
After an epic fondue-fueled showdown, during which Teh hacked into a mainframe powered by a hamster wheel, Raych disarmed a bomb using only a bobby pin and sarcasm, and Roz headbutted a general into a vat of brie—they got Allen out.
Back in Whiskerwick, things were never quite the same. But the four mice sat together on the rooftop, watching the stars.
Teh: “So... still a spy?”
Allen: “Only for you three.”
Raych: “Gross.”
Roz just handed him a piece of cheddar. “Next time you disappear, we’re not saving you.”
Allen smiled. “Fair.”
