With their purchases in swung from plastic bags, Fritz and Zooey made their ascent back to the apartment to consider how to solve the coffee mug issue. When they reached their door they could hear faint crashing sounds from inside. Fritz quickly fumbled for the keys.

“Oh no, I left Mr. Williamson roaming free in there!” Zooey said disdainfully. They had to push the door with blunt force due to the hinges being old and were thrust head first into the apartment hallway, landing on top of each other. Mr. Williamson, covered in old Christmas tree tinsel and spaghetti sauce, scurried into the hall jumping on top of their heads and leaped out of the door into the landing and down the stairs.

“Get him!” Fritz cried wildly. Fritz and Zooey threw everything they carried onto the floor and ran after the kitten stomping madly down the stairs in pursuit. People in the apartment opened their doors and stuck out their heads to figure out the commotion.

“Come back here Mr.Williamson!” They cried simotaneously.