DISCLAIMER:I do not own Pinky and the Brain

Heather

I sighed deeply. Today was the day of my interview at Microsponge Incorporated (they make Microsponge for Mirrors)! And better yet, after my escape, these humans are actually dumb enough to believe that I was one of them. You see, the truth is, I'm actually an escaped lab mouse, but as long as they don't know that, it doesn't matter.

"I'm here about a job." I said to the gaudily dressed receptionist.

"Oh, well, like, just fill out this form, and I'll, like, give it to my boss, and stuff." she replied in a heavy valley-girl accent.

"Thank you, ma'am." I replied cheerfully.

She was so obviously a temp, it was insane, but besides the fact the she didn't know anything about her job, the whole reason I was here was to take her job. I carefully filled out the form as I made up the answers to half the questions. Such as for my age, I am actually about one year old, which, in human years, would be approximately twenty-five. As for my name, I don't think that just Heather was going to cut it. So instead of taking all day to come up with a good last name, I wrote down the first one that came to mind: Heather Fallow.

After turning in the form to Ms. What’s-her-name, I waited fifteen more minutes while she was trying to figure out how to use a fax machine. I didn't mind, however, because I would have to wait longer with a professional, because they're just too lazy to move a muscle.

"You slide the paper into the machine and punch in the number." I said to her.

"Ohh…" she said, following my instructions.

As her short blonde hair bobbed up and down, I sat, exited, in wait.

I would soon be on my way to my first job interview.

A/N: Microsponge is a parody of Microsoft commonly used in Pinky and the Brain.