"Who's Reg?" asked Wiz. He was finding it a bit hard to follow who all the people were in Mr Mouse's story. Now, here was ANOTHER new character!

"The big cheese! The man in charge, that's who!" said Mr Mouse puffing his cheeks out. "The caretaker!"

"What?" said Dot, feeling very puzzled. "I thought you said Adrian from esure.com was in charge... or Samira the director!"

"Oh, yeah, they were" said Mr Mouse. "Old Ade ran the production... and Samira directed the filming... but Reg was - is - The Caretaker!"

"What, you mean like Fred our schoolkeeper at St Mary's?" asked Dot. Mr Mouse nodded. "But he's not in charge!" Though it sometimes felt like he was, she thought, smiling to herself.

"Well, Reg was most definitivo in charge in this film shoot" said Mr Mouse. "Or, at least, what he said was going to happen, and no talking back!"

He chuckled. "It was quite funny really, though it didn't feel like it just then, no sir! We were all ready to go for ANOTHER take - my feet had these ice packs under them, between my paws and the flip-flops I mean, so they wouldn't stick to the floor again... I had cotton wool pushed up my nose to stop me sneezing... and there were big posters up all round the studio saying "GIVE US A CLICK" so I could see them and get the big line right... and Cousin Esure had just whispered "Go for it kid, you can make it!" in my ear to make me feel good. I did too! I was gonna DO it this time!"

"So what happened?" asked Wizzie, stretching out and yawning so his long pink tongue curled right out of his mouth.

"Am I keeping you from your bed?" asked Mr Mouse sassily. " 'Cos I'd hate to make you lose your beauty sleep, baby!"

Wiz yawned again. "Oh do go on Mr M!" he said.

"Reg happened, that's what!" said Mr Mouse. "Samira had just lifted her wing to say "Action!" when there was this voice. Made us all jump. It went "I'm going to have to clear up in a moment you know! Got someone in here tomorrow! Need you out of here sharpish!" And there he was - Reg!"

"What was he like?" asked Dot.

"Oh, he was a walrus!" said Mr Mouse. "A big, fat walrus. He had these tusks on either side of his mouth and huge whiskers. He was wearing a brown coat with like a zillion pens in the top pocket, and an old peaked cap... he had this big broom and a huge bunch of keys."

"But how could he just stop everything?" asked Wiz. "I don't get it!"

"Well, he was in charge of the studios we were filming in" said Mr Mouse. "The way it works is, you pay to use the studios for a while... they'd hired them for five hours - thought it would be long enough but then I come along with all those problems and nothing gets done!"

He sighed. "So, natch, everyone gets round him like they do when they don't like something the ref has said in a football match - Samira was going "Surely we can have some more time, Reg!" in her sweety-pie voice, the weasel lighting guys were saying "Come on Reg, give us a break!", even Helen the make up gerbil was there, going "Pretty please Reg!" in her cute way, but it was no good! He just went "It's more than my job's worth!" and "Rules are rules!" and "The building's got to close up if you want it to open again, you know" and "You've just run out of time, that's all there is to it!"

Mr Mouse shook his head sadly. "We were in BIG trouble! And it was ALL MY FAULT!"