On the second floor we seem to have interrupted a monster slumber party. We suspect they now want to have a “pillow fight” with our dead bodies.
Or just have a late night snack
Despite being the one to remind everyone that people who wander off on their own in haunted houses get killed, Wit wonders off on his own
It’s morning and the strip club has turned into a great breakfast place. Fantastic. Family dining till 11
Monday again. Still no pet dragon to ride.
Professor P Wallaby will have spliced jeans. Half will be acid washed