Arabella had only rested her tiny hamster eyes for a very short time when she suddenly woke up behind bars.  She was in hamster jail! "I don't believe it!" she growled angrily, rattling the metal bars. "No one can be trusted anymore, not even the super hot guys! I demand a fair trial!" gesticulating wildly with her little hamster paws.  

Where was this pretty boy anyway? And more importantly, where the hell had she ended up? The walls were crammed to the ceiling with shelves holding all sorts of colorful metal cans. The only open space was a large window front where two tables stood. Across from them were countless ornate teacups and pots. Arabella plopped down on her still-sticky hamster butt and let out a resigned sigh. "A tea store. I hate tea." 

Arabella lifted her little paws and regarded them thoughtfully. "Maybe I should get a little jail tattoo. Something pretty like a crab with a pocket knife in its scissors," she thought aloud. 

Arabella raised her paw in fighting spirit "I'm going to stage a glorious escape and turn the tea store upside down! Hold on to those cups! No one locks up my cute butt!" Her own "scent" wafted up her nose...Urgs. First of all, she had to take care of her sticky butt. She was beginning to stink. With a wrinkled nose, she looked at her dirty fur. 

"Good morning, Princess." a voice suddenly rang out, Arabella almost toppled to the side in shock! She whirled around to find the culprit, and there he stood - Mister way too good to be true.  Oh he didn't need to smile at her like that! She would not forgive him so easily! Not this time. Pouting, she turned her back to him and crossed her arms demonstratively in front of her chest. A mistake that she would regret only a few seconds hard.