Four's Great Plan

The confused and bewlidered mouse crept slowly along the causeway above the head of the banal computershare workers. This mouse prided himself on his guile and stealth. If he had enough intelligence to pride himself on, he would have prided himself on that too. There wasn't much to the life of a mouse. Especially a mouse whose parents had, in a perfect example of rodential lack of imagination, named him "four". Daily routine basically consisted of:
Eat, Gnaw, scarper, scamper, eat, squeek, eat, scarper, lift heavy objects*
*This activity, for the sake of appearances, is only allowed to be performed by Mighty Mouse. Four had always been agitated that the Mighty Mouse was an hereditary title, simply because Mighty Mouse's son, Mighty Mouse, was a gimp.
So, Excluding the last activity made Four's life somewhat bland. His head swam with delusions of granduer whilst he was fededing/defecating in the coffee jar. His existance just seemed to him to be slightly… well… Lame. The peons of computershare would swarm down below him in their dance of senseless obedience, selling their life in hourly nuggets, twenty dollars- o.n.o. It was sometimes interesting, thought Four. Tiny little mice being able to watch this hilarious version of a line dance performed by drunken redneck monkeys with no sense of coordination nor self awareness that was to often referred to as "office bustling". Four often liked to look down. Of special interest to him was the workplace relationships. As all people know, not only do mice have superrodent* strength, they have superrodent* hearing.
*Superrodent - Like superhuman but smaller, fuzzier and definitely more rotund.
The way in which one of these Officelings would ave polite banter with someone which seemed completely courteous, and then turn to another and proceed to abuse the exact people whom they were so friendly with. Either that or comment heartily about their physical attributes. "absolutely shocking" Thought Four. It seemed that the wourld below the walkways the mice use as "big steel flat things for scarpering and other rodential shenanigans" there was what could only be called squeegi*
*Mice don't use soap so they could not possibly have thought "soap opera"
Four had a brilliant idea at this point. Perhaps he could open up some sort of cinema, charging the other mice and showing them this haphazard world of scheming, backstabbing, bits-admiring and all other forms of bored-human activity. The problem with this idea was that he would have to have at least a small amount of sex and a lot of violence in this emotional epic. After all, entertainment isn't entertaining without at least a minimal level of debauchery.
This itself was quite the problem. How does a mouse get humans to do some sexing/fighting? Four pondered this four approximately 7.82 seconds, and then he had it!
CHEESE!
Mice will do anything for cheese. Perhaps he could put cheese between two of the more muscular males in the office below and watch them rip each other limb from limb in cheese fuelled madness untill even the victor was unable to eat it due to his jaw being ripped off and thrown somewhere over yonder. So that solved the fighting problem. What about the sexing? How about… no… Wait….. Maybe… Perhaps he could spray the female humans with cheese essence. Would that be sufficient to warrant madness? Four believed it would.
Unfortunately for Four's great idea which he had dubbed "Fortune for Fours Forceps Fortress" he ran into a Speed-mountain*
*like a speed hump but bigger
Three days before he opened for his first viewing it was "bring you pet to work" day.
KIDDIE ENDING:
One of the employees brought a cat. His name a peter and he and Four became great friends. They ran off to have many adventures and the prince married the princess too!

GROWNUP ENDING:
One of the employees brought a cat.