At first I thought Mama Zen really did have powers, as the floor continued its showers, because she stood on nothing at all. When Indiana Jones I did recall and knew it was some stupid mirror trick. Thank God for that flick. I jumped over beside her and curled up my fur, as everyone followed suit, Fox almost stomped me with his boot.
Nothing but spikes were seen all around, besides all the bodies that fell down and began to compound. A light shined down from above and a rope dropped down, to which no one was showing any love. It smelled like a trap. I wish Gizmo had left us an app map. Another door opened up from an adjacent wall and I wasted no time jumping for that, making it and ducking down to a crawl.
Fred smelled books from the trap door above and that made him give it some love. No idea how he smelled the books, but he climbed up fearing no hooks. He got to the top feeling right at home. I hear his lips even began to foam, as he was surrounded by a library filled to the brim. He shouted down saying things were no longer grim.
Some looked at me and I was not about to move any further in. This voice was not going to win. Dezmond climbed up first, still chasing his exclusive thirst. Then Eliza and Mama Zen climbed on up and made it without a hiccup. LMF went up next and I guess I will have to take over her school of text. Let's just say little miss fun was ummm well done. For the rope caught fire and things became dire. She burned to a crisp quick and I must say death aside, this voice sure had a neat trick. Of course he was a nut and sick but his freaky crap was kind of slick.
Slamdunk jumped on over with me and he could not stop as slick as a kitty. So he stumbled through the door frame and into the room, bringing on his doom. Arrows flew from the wall from side to side and so many hit him he instantly died.
I did my normal cat routine and ducked down below the arrow scene, finding a lever to pull and finally stopped this arrow bull. Fox, Betsy and Brian jumped on over and Fox pretended he tripped like some rover. Falling on Betsy to hold himself up. Yeah I know! Such a love sick pup.
Fred's worst nightmare had come true. The books came alive and tried to smite the crew. Mama Zen had no need for her chi and just decided to flee. Eliza and Dezmond followed suit, Fred eventually did becoming quite ticked off at this voice brute. They slammed the door shut and held it closed with their back and butt, making sure no books knocked it down and went flying across town.
Of course "cough" stalker "cough" watcher Brian noticed everything and a light bulb appeared above his head as his brain went ding. He pointed out how there had to be another exit in here, so the arrows could be shot out by our great puppeteer. We scoured the room and Betsy even picked up a broom. Apparently there was dust that left her in disgust.
Fox had his Grammar Nazi skills at play and noticed a word on the wall was not spelled the right way. He gave a rather snarky remark and put the letters in their right arc. As he finished straightening them all nice and neat. The wall turned around and caught Fox by his feet. He went around with it and disappeared. I hoped the voice did not try and shave off his beard.
I could not reach so Betsy and Brian tried to repeat. But it appeared to be an unattainable feat. I hoped these guys were better repo people than door openers. Boy, did we need the Ghostbusters.
The books stopped clamoring and the group let go of the door, slowly moving across the floor. Mama Zen fell through a rotten board and dangled there while Dezmond wrote everything down with such flair. Fred helped her up and she screamed "Duck!" as they were being shot at by hockey puck after hockey puck.
Elisa dodged one just in time, yet Dezmond was too busy writing and could not move on a dime. He got cracked upside the head as the other three fled and his body the hockey pucks began to shred. Poor Dezmond was now dead.
The cat had a plan and although no one, not even I, was a fan, I made Betsy and Brian get down on the floor and I hit the lever once more. The arrows began flying about all over the place and we all lied flat on our face. With nothing in the way they shredded the far side wall and we could hear freedom's call. Plus that stupid voice saying we cheated. He was becoming a little heated.
I flicked the lever with my tail and we all were glad the wall was so frail. But one arrow still came out and Brian and I heard a shout. It stuck to Betsy's back, yet seemed to cause her little flack. It fell off and her back was all healed up. She did not even give a hiccup.
"Petsy!" I shouted as Brian could not believe his eyes. For Betsy had been telling little white lies. Seems she was not seeking the Fountain of Youth after all because she already found it at her hall. I guess it does more than reduce age. That thing surely is all the rage.
We got outside and a shadow figure approached us from behind. In the moonlight his face did show and all I could think was "sick" in my mind. Seems Brian had the same look, but Betsy was oddly reminded of her nook.
Eliza realized they were in a loo and knew that would not do. If anyone died there the cat would never let them live that down, especially if killed by something brown. She took the back off the toilet and Mama Zen took the other one, leaving Fred with none. So he got creative and stood up on a urinal jumping up and down. It came off and he picked it up, thankfully not wearing it like a crown.
They left the bathroom and Fred went out first, using the urinal like a shield to block the hockey puck burst. Mama Zen and Eliza batted them back and from their use of toilet stuff to attack, they noticed the wall which they were heading to had begun to crack. Fred being sharp as a tack, ran at the wall and let go of the urinal sending it hurdling in the air down the hall. It stopped the pucks and barreled right through, knocking the wall down and they smiled as the outside came into view.
The flying pucks seemed to stop and all looked down not caring about the drop. They jumped out at the same time and thankfully were still in their prime. Although Fred stepped in something eww and looked at the bottom of his shoe. It was orange not brown, the three wondered what could one eat down to make that and then they saw Betsy, Brian and the cat.
They joined us and were as disturbed as Brian and I, Betsy for some reason still seemed to like the thing, no lie. For standing before us all pink and fluffy, the creator of this little huffy, the one who sent the troll out for money, was the frigging Easter Bunny.
He ranted about no longer wanting to be cute and furry tired of delivering eggs that looked like poo to those whose vision was blurry. He wanted to take over Halloween and be oh so mean. So he had a troll collect money for his cause and made this ruckus to get known as a bad ass. He stood all smug awaiting an applause from those around his mass.
We all tried to ring his neck and like something out of Star Trek, he waved his hand and we could no longer stand. He wanted us to bow and showed off his power by making the house go pow. It blew to pieces and flew all around. I barely raised my head and Natasha was found. She stood there looking rather pissed, I guess this house she was about to list. Personally I think he did her a favor. This house would have needed inspection waver after waver.
But why was she standing in the middle of the road? How did she get out of her zip code? She did not appear inside with the rest and then I smiled as all the answers were filled in on my test. A pair of headlights snapped on and let's say the Easter Bunny became a smudge on the lawn. Fox borrowed Natasha's car and rammed it up the Easter's Bunny's ass. He backed up and over him several times shouting things that were a tad crass.
Fox stepped out all glad. Remind me never to make him mad. Then from the Easter Bunny smudge came a glow and within seconds everyone, living and dead, were back at their show. I guess time reset itself when the Easter Bunny lost and Fox left his smudge sucking exhaust.
So for those that were dead, do not worry your pretty little head. I think all memories were wiped too, except for some reason my mind still has them firmly in view. Could be a felines is different or simply my mind is vast so the tale will last. Dezmond if you still want the scoop here it is. Although I'm sure some might not believe this Easter Bunny biz.
I have no idea what will happen on Easter though. Who knows? Maybe Cupid will show. So if for some reason you remember highlights like the stain left on the grass, you now know the full story thanks to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.