The final few hours for Chip had gone pretty smoothly. He was still a bit shaken by everything that had happened, but for some reason, the allure was drawing him in. There was a hint of mystery that appealed to his inner child, the one who had grown up wanting to be a detective. The one who had grown up watching Scooby Doodle. The silhouette of Funny Farms was finally coming into view as the final few miles of desert were fading behind him. It was certainly different than what he thought. Chip had assumed it would be like one of those traditional old west towns. Instead, it was just like anywhere else in Toontown. Buildings, streets, and everything in between. As the road began to narrow and funnel him into the outstretched arms of the town, he rolled down his window and peeked his head outside. The city was lit up by streetlamps and neon signs covering the town. There was something oddly beautiful about the small town with the backdrop of the desert. Darkness blanketing the surrounding area. To his right was a large green sign that read "Welcome To Funny Farms. You'll Never Want To Leave." These Toons were really full of themselves. Or maybe not, maybe everybody who had come here just really liked it and they weren't missing? Well that would certainly make his job a lot easier. Letting out a loud yawn, the brown Monkey slowly made his way into town. There weren't many cars around, whether on the road or not. Actually, it didn't appear there were any signs of life. Not cogs, not Toons, not anything. That wouldn't matter now, it was nearing midnight and the last thing he wanted to do right now was get a hotel room and sleep. Now he had to hope that this place used jellybeans. The slow roll through town revealed what he feared, there didn't appear to be any hotels around here. But Flippy and that other guy they interviewed had said they stayed at a hotel. So there had to be at least one. Becoming more weary, the blurriness of exhausted eyes could hardly keep a straight sight, let alone stay open. Fortunately for the monkey, an oasis appeared in the desert, in the form of a hotel. A bright green neon light blinked consistently "vacancy." Pulling over to the side of the road, Chip put his car into park and stared at the sign. There was certainly not anything like this in Toontown, but it'd have to do. Stepping out of the car, Chip stretched and yawned, letting out hours worth of sitting and driving in one glorious roar. As he looked around to the other buildings, he shrugged as nothing appeared to stand out. Popping his trunk, he grabbed a backpack full of necessary supplies and walked into the medium-sized hotel.

The lobby itself was quite... vintage. Most of the furniture, the carpeting, the walls? They looked like they hadn't been replaced in decades. At the front counter was a singular Toon, an orange cat wearing a red, cylindrical hat like something he had seen in an old-time movie. This place must have been some kind of tourist trap, themed perfectly to capture a bygone era. The cat peered up from a book, emotionless and expressionless. "Welcome to The California. Funny Farm's premier hotel destination. Are you checking in?"

"Good evening. Yes, I don't have a reservation, but I was hoping that wouldn't be an issue?" Chip reached into his pocket to grab for his jellybean bank.

"Yes, we always have rooms available. You will be in room twenty-seven. You can pay on your exit. Breakfast is served at eight AM, and the pool is currently closed." sliding a key across the counter, the cat waited impatiently for Chip to make his leave.

Chip shrugged and grabbed the key. "Do you guys accept jellybeans?"

"Jellybeans are an acceptable currency. Just make sure that you pay once you leave." the cat responded sharply, increasing the venom in his tone the more he spoke. "Room twenty-seven."

Unshaken by the lack of customer service, Chip thanked the clerk and made his way to a flight of stairs and slowly began to climb up. Spiraling upwards, the hotel lobby slowly began to disappear behind the stairs. Once the brown monkey felt comfortable, he stopped and pulled out a small compact mirror. Angling it just right, he watched as the orange cat sat at the counter, unmoving. Chip watched for several minutes, and in that time there was not a single movement. Heck, he wasn't sure if this cat was even breathing. What a weird character, he figured, pocketing his mirror and continuing up the stairs. Now on the second floor, he wandered down the narrow hallway. Just like the lobby, everything here felt outdated. Not just in style, but in condition. The color on the walls and carpets was fading to a brownish-grey, some of the carpet was beginning to fray, and the paint was peeling. It wasn't a luxury hotel, but at least it would probably save him money. All Chip cared about was a bed to sleep in. The numbers on these doors made no logical sense. Room seven was next to room twenty-two. After much confusion, Chip finally found his room at the very end of the hall. Room twenty-seven. Sliding the key into the lock, he turned until he heard the light clicking sound letting him know he was free to go in. As he slowly pushed open the door a strange smell permeated the air. It was unlike anything familiar to him. It spelled kind of like copper? Whatever he figured, it was likely just due to old piping or something. Assuming he would get used to it, he walked in and plopped down on the bed. At least the room was pretty decent. There was no TV, but he would live. The bed was big and wide, plenty of room for him to stretch out. Next to the bed there was a small desk with a lamp. Next to the lamp was a small folded up card. Rolling over, Chip flipped the light on and grabbed the card. On the inside was a list of events and activities to do in Funny Farms. Placing it back down on the desk he yawned and stretched out. Slinking out of the bed, he went to go into the bathroom. Chip liked to take a shower before bed. Once again, the bathroom was in mediocre shape. It had an air of cheapness to it. Walking over to the sink he placed his toothbrush and other bathroom stuff he brought with him. Turning on the water, nothing came out. A small stuttering sound clanged out but that was it. Shrugging, Chip walked over to the bathtub, and sat on the edge. Reaching in he turned on the water and once again nothing came out except a poof of dust. "Gosh, this place must be older than I thought."

Stepping back into the room he jumped onto the bed and sprawled out. He was too hot and exhausted from his twelve hour drive in the desert to do anything but close his eyes and fall asleep.

Chip's eyes were bombarded with the natural light that flooded his hotel room as he yawned and stretched out. There was nothing more refreshing than a good night's sleep after a long day, but nothing more obnoxious than being awakened before he was ready. Rolling until he fell off the bed, he walked over and shuttered the curtains before walking back over to the bed and hopping back on. Hugging his pillow he closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but now he was awake and it was no use. Oh well, best to start the day. "I hope they fixed the water." the brown monkey complained to himself as he stood up and walked into the bathroom. As he entered, he noticed that things looked... different. Everything looked brand new. The marble sink, the walls were a bright white, no rust on the shower head. It was like somebody had complete renovated the place in his sleep? How long was he out? Did the maid come in here and clean up while he was sleeping? He thought ht put out the "do not disturb" sign. Regardless, if it got the water to work he couldn't complain too much. Walking over to the tub, he leaned forward and turned the nozzle for the hot water, and to his surprise instead of dust, water came out. "Thank cog." he muttered. Slipping out of his clothes and placing them neatly folded onto the sink counter he stepped into the warm water. He was wrong about being refreshed by sleep, nothing was more refreshing than a warm showed. Burying his face in the downpour, he soon became adept to the heat and slowly began to turn up the temperature. About a minute after he had gotten in that familiar scent infiltrated his nostrils once again. It was the smell of copper that had been so prevalent when he came into the room. Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore it, but it was becoming stronger. He was going to have to go complain. Reaching for the nozzle he turned it towards the off position, but the water continued to flow. Instead it became hotter, to the point where it was nearly boiling. Hopping out of the scalding water, Chip began to scream in agony. Clenching a spot on his lower back which had been burned, he cursed and punched the wall lightly. Miraculously the water stopped.

"I better not be here long." he mumbled. "Can't believe someone would pay to stay here." walking back over he examined the shower. Twisting the nozzle once again he hesitantly held his hand out and waited for the water to begin to flow again. Like clockwork, the water came out at a nice temperature. Even at the maximum heat, it was nowhere near what had happened previously. Waiting for a few minutes just to be sure, once he felt safe he jumped back in. Closing his eyes again, he turned away from the water and let the water soothe his now aching back. For a third time, the copper smell began to come back. This time though it was coming directly from the shower head. The water itself also felt different. Thicker. Like chunky water. Was chunky water a thing? Opening his eyes Chip let out a scream. The water was red! Wait, this wasn't water... this was blood! Hopping back out of the shower, he nearly tumbled over the ledge and caught himself on the sink counter. Gallons of blood were being shot through the shower head. Chip looked down and let out another scream as he realized he was now covered in the stuff. What was going on here? Reaching for a towel he quickly rubbed himself clean and threw on his clothes. Sprinting out of the bathroom he hyperventilated as he tried to comprehend what was going on. Much to his horror, the blood was now beginning to trickle from out of the bathroom and flooding the room. Chip ran over to the front door and grabbed the handle and began to yank. As hard as he pulled, the door would not open. Kicking and pounding, Chip yelled for help. More and more of the room was now becoming covered in blood. A layer had build up to his ankles. Running back into the bathroom, he grabbed the water nozzle and twisted it as hard as he could, pulling it past the off position until it completely tore off. This just seemed to make things worse. The colander on the shower head burst off, and now even more of the distressing liquid was pouring out. No matter how much the monkey screamed it appeared nobody could hear him and he wasn't going to be able to get out through the door.

Putting on his shoes he ran over to the window and tore off the curtains. Looking outside, the Monkey could feel his heart nearly bursting out of his chest as he stared down at the ground. While he had been on the second floor, suddenly it appeared as if he was miles above where he had previously been. Yanking on the window, much to his distress, it would not budge either. "What the hell is this!" he screamed. Spotting a chair, he quickly grabbed it and began to slam it into the fragile glass. This would prove to be successful as shards of the window burst and floated peacefully to the pavement below. Looking out, Chip began to scream for help. Toons walking below seemed unwilling or unable to listen to him beg for help. He was going to have to get out of here himself. The lake of blood was now up to his knees. How did nobody else hear or see what was going on? This was unlike anything he could imagine. Grabbing the blanket and sheets of his bed, he began to tie them together and then around himself. They weren't very long, but he figured if he could get down one floor he could get through another window to another room. By the time he had finished attaching his safety blanket to the leg of the bed, he was wading waist deep through the horrible mess. He had to do everything in his power not to vomit profusely from both the terrible stench and the horrible texture. "Someone help me!" he called out one last time as he stared at the window. As the overflow began to slowly make its way through the window and trickled down like rain onto the Toons walking by, he took a deep breath. This was his chance. Closing his eyes, he placed one foot on the window sill. Propelling himself with his other foot he leapt from the window. Like a bird at flight, he flew through the air. As he flipped around, he realized the rope had not been tied strongly enough around the leg. He was in free fall. As he reached out for the safety of the window, he realized it was too late. Letting out one last agonized scream, he closed his eyes and awaited his fate as he plummeted towards the Earth.

"Ahhhh!" Chip scream as he flung himself up, nearly falling off the bed. Drenched in sweat, the brown Monkey clung to the bed as he peered over. Not a speck of blood anywhere to be found. Just tattered old carpet. Sucking in air, Chip placed his hand over his chest and felt his rapid heart rate. Unable to do anything but process everything he had just dreamt, he looked around the room, waiting for something to happen. Once he had calmed down, Chip stood up and walked over into the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he noticed that it was back to where it had started. Patting down the chipped marble, the hard plastic tub, and everything in between, he was finally satisfied that everything was real. Turning the nozzle on the sink, a poof of sand blew out before a small trickle of cold water streamed out. Placing his hand gently against the edge of the cool liquid, he allowed himself a moment to realize it was just water. Lowering his face into the sink, he used both hands to splash the cold water on his face, helping to calm him down. Pulling out, he looked at the shower and nodded his head. "Yeah, not today."

Walking back into his room he slipped into some non-sweaty clothes. If he was going to be awake, he figured he might as well get started on things. Putting on his backpack, he gathered his investigating supplies. Magnifying glass, notepad, pens, camera, snacks. Anything a good detective would need. Walking over to the front door, he stared for a few moments. Even though he knew what he had witnessed was just a dream, it still felt oddly realistic. Slowly lowering his hand onto the handle, he breathed and twisted the knob. Fortunately there was no issues and the door swung open. Stepping into the narrow hallway, he looked around. Once again there was nobody out here. As he turned around and closed the door, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The room next to him also said "twenty-seven." Had he gone into the wrong room? Looking at his door, surely enough his said twenty-seven. Was his a double room? Shaking his head he readjusted his backpack and ensured he had his key before heading down the hallway.

Jogging down the spiraled stairs, Chip was caught off guard when the same orange cat was manning the front counter. Unmoved from where he had been before. "Good morning!" Chip called out, waving to the fellow Toon.

"Oh, Mr. Chocolate. Good morning. I apologize if you had any issues with your water last night or this morning. It appears there was an issue with the pipes. The bloody things were finally fixed, so everything should be okay now." the Cat seemed, not hostile but also not friendly. Just annoyed.

"Yeah, thank you." Chip started making his way to the entrance of the hotel. Facing away from the cat he pulled out his mirror again and angled it at the employee so that it was out of sight. Pretending to be looking at his whisper device, he watched the cat for a few minutes. Again the cat didn't speak. They didn't move. It was like they weren't even alive, but rather a statue that could be expertly controlled. Things just seemed to be getting even more confusing, but that was enough reason to try and find a way out of here as soon as possible.