“Stay on the black!” - my dad’s last words to me whenever I back out of the driveway.

“Stay on the black!” - my dad’s last words to me whenever I back out of the driveway.
“You got a check from the insurance company in the mail. Don’t get too excited it’s for $13. Oh well…one pizza for Dad!”
My dad’s precious chocolate bars were nimbled by a mouse. A few days later, the mouse ran across my dad’s foot. He thrashed around the room to catch him, but he escaped twice.
So, my dad put some pieces of chocolate in the mouse traps we have set up.
The chocolate has been eaten.
Still no mouse.
“WHO IS THIS MOUSE?! HOW DID HE GET SO SMART?!” - Dad