Ratatouille in Bristol. part 3

Juan-cheater nodded. The intrepid, courageous pair made their way determinedly down the stairs with the deep assurance that after their exploit, the next floor Lanre the mouse would see, would be that of his watery grave.
Shaznay pulled on her cowboy boots on top of her Primark pyjamas, an outfit that would put fear in the heart of any intruder, big or small. Standing like the brave, with their face to the foe, hands oustretched, one quick flick of a switch was all it took for the kettle to start boiling, each bubble spelling doom for the hairy muppet who had stolen their peace.
The mouse had found a new hiding place behind a wicker bin next to that cherished, worn wooden table. Every now and then , a flicker of it's miniscule but fearsome tail wouuld strike fear in the hearts of Juancheater and Shaznay. They looked towards the top of the stairs where Janizzle, overcome with grief, faintly whispered "Go on without me guys..... I don't think I can face it...I'm with you in spirit!!".
The kettle boiled to its highest extremity brought the dawning of a glorious moment, but Shaznay paused. Despite the havoc wreaked in her life by this intruder, her merciful heart still beat deep inside her, the ebb and flow of blood in her veins had not yet run cold. Was there another way?? She looked at Juancheater, and hung her head. "It's too late, Shaznay," murmured Juancheater " there's nothing else to be done".
From the top of the stairs rang the voice of reason.
"Just kill the nasty thing! It's disturbing the food chain...there can only be one organism at the top!" Janizzles voice gave new courage to Shaznay. She poured.
In an instant moment of rebellion, instead of calmly accepting his fate, Lanre broke free. Shaznay, Jaun-cheater and Janizzle each let out a blood curdling scream that resonated through the walls of their humble abode. Shaznay jumped on the kitchen counter, bravely refusing to leave the kitchen, despite her very life being threatened. Juancheater begin to sing fearlessly, hoping that her sweet melody would soothe the mouse into surrender. Alas, alas, no!
But wait.....what yonder hope breaks in the corner of the kitchen??? The trusty kettle. Yes, the kettle. In one fell swoop, Shaznay poured the remainder of the boiling water on Lanre's head. Silence.
The sweet scent of victory mingled with the faint odour of boiled mouse filled the air, coupled with the familiar sound of the Somerfield early morning delivery van. "It didn't have to be this way Lanre," sighed Shaznay, "It didn't have to be this way"....

The End!