It was about 10 past 10 (give or take 10 minutes) when Len and Burt casually walked into to the East Finchley Hilton, both dressed in overalls.

Walking up the receptionist, who was a timid looking antelope in a blue uniform and glasses.

“We’re here to check the hotel fire alarms..” Len said, flashing his blockbuster video card – which had long since expired.

“Uh…gee…. I…er…. I mean, I er… I ain’t been told about that….” The receptionist stammered, looking scared to death that he might have to make a decision.

Len leaned in and read the receptionists name badge.

“Listen to me, Gareth the antelope… I spoke to the owner of this hotel just this morning and he assured me that you would co-operate…”

“You spoke to Mr Sebastian-Munchley?”

“Yes, that was his name, thank you.. I spoke to Mr Sebastian-Munchy…and he told me to ask you to give me the hotel master key so I , and my colleague here, can go and check all the fire alarms in all the rooms.”

“But, he…”

“Now we can talk about it all day if you like, you could even ring him and ask him, but every minute we waste we are risking people’s lives. What if there was a fire outbreak now, and a small family of hedgehogs were enveloped in flames and died a insanely painful, but avoidable, death, and all because we were wasting time down here? Would you like that on your conscience , Gareth? I know I wouldn’t?”

“Er…. Gee… No, i Guess I wouldn’t !”

“So hand me the master key Gareth and let us go and do out jobs.”

Gareth the antelope pulled a key-card from his key chain and handed in to Len.
Len and Burt then turned towards the lift.

“Oh, ” Len said, ‘i nearly forgot – what room is the rich lady staying in?”

“Mrs rosalita? She’s in the penthouse suite. Top floor.”

“Thank you, Gareth – you’re doing a bang up job.”

Gareth shook his head and waggled his hooves.

“I should be thanking you. You guys are heroes. I bet not enough people tell you that. Now go check those fire alarms – and tell them old Gareth sent you!!”