“What do you want?” you ask the ghosts. “The history kids
mummified you years ago. You can’t still be mad about that.”
“We were at peace,” the ghosts moan, “but then we got
hungry. We need someone to break into the lunch room to steal a few bagels for
us.”
“I’m sorry you’re hungry,” you say as you get to your feet, “but
my creative writing class has been kidnapped by an evil foot-eating mutant
badger. I need to get help before it’s too late!” You try to continue down the
hallway, but the ghosts of the chicken mummies float ahead and block your way.
“If you will get the bagels and bury them in the flower
garden with our mummies, we will tell you the secret to defeating Earl.”
Time is running out! What will you do?
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