The father came home and poured himself his beer. Pépé sat on the garage floor holding onto the string, attached to the switch on the workbench. Pépé was going to have to use his tiny ears to enjoy this killing, for he was going to have to run fast to his escape hole that leads outside. His heart racing, Pépé heard the door open and watched the dad march straight into the mustang and turn the key (his ritual revving of the engine). It puttered and the dad swore under his breath and got out to look under the hood. When he ducked his head deep into the car’s engine, Pépé, who was luckily several meters away, began to run. The long string managed to allow Pépé safe passage out of the garage and into the street, where he continued to run. For the string had just pulled the switch on the blow torch and then pulled the torch of the bench and onto the gasoline soaked floor. It must have set the father on fire first for his loud scream was heard. The fire must have spread fast, for not even a second after; the car had exploded, along with the dad. The fire was roaring and giant sparks shot through the air and black smoke billowed perfectly.

Like the fireworks on the Fourth of July, Pépé watched in awe. It was the perfect finale, literally ending it with a bang. Pépé sat on the curb and felt all his anxiety leave, his heart was filled with relief and great satisfaction. Proud of himself, Pépé the hamster marched away from the scene of the crime, to the freedom he had longed for! “SPLOOSH”. The car didn’t even see the “innocent” little hamster crossing the road.