Théodore the Minotaur spent too much time in the corridors.
If he passes by ol’dead Dédale again he’s gonna flip out.
- You turned right after the Croatian vampires’ tomb, didn’t you (asks Bat-Bat)
- Yeah I did, you bat ! (says Théodore) there’s no secret door under Seth’s sneakers !
- Hey you don’t wanna believe me? Check out my corridor map !
- There’s a map?
- Written by Napoléon Bonaparte !
- Woooah…
- So do you see the secret door or are your eyes deaf?
- It’s not a trap it’s a bread crumb, you tool.
And the echoes of Théo’s voice reverbed through the labyrinth… “bread crumb, bread crumb, bread crumb…” Then you could hear in the distance the flapping of wings and the clacking of beaks. It was a herd of galoping birds !
- Quick, Théodore, we got to bail if we don’t want to be seagull food.
The End.
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