The emergence of mouse

The elusive mouse finally managed to emerge from the rubble in recent days. After speaking to captain rob, he told us that Gavin had passed word onto mouse that we were moving in and hence that he had to move out. This meant Gavin as well, who was also living there but had been away for months, but mouse would be a start especially considering he wasn't meant to be there at all. So the next day we headed down to the port to do some work, hoping maybe we'd be seeing some action at last, from either mouse or gavin. As we pulled in we could hear pixie muttering angrily about a padlock, the recipient of her grumbling being of course mouse. When we were close enough to decipher pixie, it became apparent that mouse had taken the liberty of using the bolt cutters that were lying just on the inside of the chain-locked gate (strange place for a set of bolt-cutters) to enter the premises. Mouse must have returned one night from a few after work beers at the club, to find, as was standard procedure, the front gate chain padlocked shut. If mouse had thought about his predicament any longer than the few seconds it took him to notice the bolt cutters, he would have remembered that there was a back entrance, a huge gate as wide as two cars that is always open and a far more direct route to the house anyway, except that it required him walking the whole  65 metre journey from the front of the shop to the back. The chain still reached with one link less so no drama really, but I moved the bolt cutters so they were no longer within reaching distance.
Once inside, still no mouse, just a couple of empty beers on the table. We then found out he was at work down at the community club, doing what i do not know, and that he wouldn't be home till later.
Next day we came down again , about 11 oclock in the morning, hoping that we'd maybe see some action finally, from gavin or mouse. As we approached we saw two figures sitting in the yard. We hoped it was maybe Gav and mouse having morning smoko after a good morning slog fixing and cleaning, but we knew better.
"gday boys" said mouse, lifting his cold beer to his lips, looking fresh with a new close cropped hair cut and a beard trim. A few emptys sitting in front of him and his mate, some scaly looking parrot with a half closed eye and a greasy grin oogling back up at us. We were introduced, but i forget his name.
No change to the environment however. Still filthy, no sign of mouse or gav having yet lifted a finger to clean the shop or the house. But he did have a haricut, which i took as a good sign.