You should have seen Brian Mallow's face" said Mr Mouse, laughing at the memory. "It was a picture!"

"Because of this... this Adrian Webb?" asked Wizzie.

"Yeah!" said Mr Mouse. "Old Mallow looked like he'd swallowed something really bad, like a lemon. His little coypu mouth went all small and mean, and he showed his teeth. He spun round in his flying saucer to face the insert screen where Adrian was. Flossbottom went up and started trying to peck at the screen, silly bird!"

"So what did Adrian Webb look like?" asked Dot.

Mr Mouse chuckled. "Girls!" he went. "All you wanna know is whether the guy's a cool looker!"

"No I do not!" said Dot crossly, going pink. Mr Mouse really was TOO MUCH sometimes! "I just... I just like to have a picture in my mind, that's all!"

"Oh yeah, right" said the cheeky Canadian cheesehunter, winking at Wizzie. Dot felt like hitting him. "OK, well, he's dark, kinda handsome I guess you'd say, big eyes, short dark hair... looks like he knows what's what. The kinda guy who can sort things out for you, with no fuss. That kind of guy."

"Oh" said Dot. It was still a bit hard to imagine what Mr Webb looked like. She sighed. "So what happened next?"

"Oh, old Mallow was mad as a rooster with a can on his leg" said Mr Mouse. (What a weirdi picture that gives you... though I guess if you were a rooster - that's American for cockerel - and you didi have a tin can tied to your leg, you would be pretty cross!)

"He went "I thought we'd agreed that the auditions for Rodent Roundup would be entirely MY responsibility, Adrian." Brrr! I tell, you he was talking through clenched teeth - he was ONE angry coypu!"

"Sounds like it" said Wiz, grinning. "What did Adrian Webb say?"

"Oh he was totally cool" said Mr Mouse. "Just came right back - he went "We did Brian - but we're supposed to be a caring kind of company, here at esure.com... putting people through some tests to see how well they'll deal with all the pressures of Net-stardom for our new TV advert campaign is one thing. Total humiliation is another. And you didn't say ANYTHING about Big Blue Flash, either - not in any of the meetings we had. And there were plenty of those - weren't there?"

"What does "humiliation" mean?" asked Dot.

"Yeah, I hadda ask Cousin Esure 'bout that" said Mr Mouse. "It means making somebody feel totally silly and stupid. On purpose. Nasty!"

"Go on, go on" said Wiz, grinning even more. "Just tell me Brian Mallow loses out, that's all!"

"Oh yeah, Adrian had him sorted, no problemo" said Mr Mouse, grinning too. "They had a big argument and Mallow was getting crosser and crosser and Flossbottom was going nuttier and nuttier at the insert screen - stupid bird! but Adrian was totally in charge, right from the start. In the end Mallow did this big hissy fit, he just swivelled his flying saucer right round and sat with his back to Adrian. But Ade just stayed calm as anything. In the end he just went "That's how it's going to be, Brian. No Fifth Test!"

"So how did he sort it out?" asked Dot. It looked like Rodent Roundup was going completely wrong! How on earth were esure.com going to decide?

"Oh easy" said Mr Mouse. "Adrian just said "Here's what you do Brian. No ifs, no buts, no maybes. I like both Cousin Esure and Mr Mouse. So - you let BOTH your finalists make the commercials - and then I'LL decide!"