Suddenly, something brown and purple shot past Mark’s eyesight. He howled with surprise as he looked down at the long little rodent. It had brown fur with purple streaks. Its nose wiggled as it sniffed at Mark’s foot.
Mark stepped away, afraid he might get bitten. He became a bit self-conscious as he realized he had been running around with no pants or shoes on. He might as well have been waving a flag of idiocy over his head.
The furry little creature sat up on its hind legs and sniffed at Mark, curiously. It said nothing though. It did not seem to have any words, or a voice for that matter.
“Dexter? Can you please let us in?” Tiny Box Tim asked.
“What do you think, Minx?” Dexter called to the critter.
It sniffed at Mark, then looked up at Dexter. It nodded to him. It said nothing though, conveying unspoken messages instead.
“Fine!” Dexter growled with distaste. He disappeared from sight, appearing behind the doors as they opened.
“Ah! Thanks Minx!” Tiny Box Tim said to the little furry creature. It barely acknowledged him and ran into the castle.
Dexter glared at them, “Get your stuuuuupid butts in here!”
“What’s going on?” a robotic voice asked.
Mark let out a horrified screech as a giant animatronic bunny came around the corner. It stared at him from behind round framed glasses.
“Mark?” Tiny Box Tim asked, with concern.
“I don’t think this’ll work,” a big scraggly bear peeked from around a corner.
“What?! What’s going on?” an excitable little pug came running out from behind the bear.
“Whoa…” Mark looked around with confusion and a bit of fear.
“Nice underpants,” the bear noted.
“Mark…always plays without pants on,” the animatronic bunny explained.
“Not…not all the time,” Mark muttered in defense.
“Do you even Engrish?” the bunny animatronic taunted.
“SHUT UP WADE!” Mark shouted.
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