Later that night, a rather mean-spirited kid named Gatherum who lived on our street stopped by to say he had run it down with his car. Broken up, I cried and cried. I always thought it strange, though, that he never returned the remains. This is the Mighty mouse that I drew in this picture. I always liked Mighty Mouse because he always got the girl.
Mighty mouse is on the way.
On the sea and on the land, he's got the situation well in hand.