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Roger took a minute to survey the situation. Nancy wasn't in immediate danger, though she was probably scared silly. He sent a message to Spike via his hand-held. But Spike was one step ahead of him -- again. With a few simple instructions from Spike, the room went from thundering to dead quiet as the ball belt came to a halt. Morton crashed through the door just as Spike triggered the emergency release panel at the base of the huge ball vat. Thousands of mouse balls rushed out onto the floor and under Morton's feet. He looked like he was doing the cha-cha. Roger burst out laughing as he closed in on Morton.