"Get back here!" Ale must know her way around this maze! Why else would she keep her distance away from me? Left, right, right, left, and left again! It was getting hard to catch up with her. Then suddenly, she did the unthinkable! She took out a bag of marbles from her pocket, then threw them across the floor! I slipped, fell on my back and slid across the floor and into a hedge wall. By the time I got back up on my feet, she was gone! Curse her! Not only did I lose my chance of figuring out why she sent me here, I also lost my chance of getting out of this maze!
I clutched the rake I stole from the greenhouse and swatted at the hedge in anger. I had to take my anger out on something. Now I was wishing I didn't! After its beating, the hedge starting growling at me. As I backed away from it, I noticed that it started to close in around me! I made a break for it, avoiding any of the bushes trying to eat me. I panted as I saw a hedge wall close behind me. I was safe for now. But now, how do I get out of here?
I was lost. That was it. There was nothing I can do. I put my backpack down and took the comic book out. I snarled at it with anger. "It's your fault. Get out of my sight!" And with that, I tossed the comic over the hedge. Never again. I never wanted to see that comic or ANY comic books after this! I just wandered aimlessly around the maze. This could be where I might die. I actually wrote the words "R.I.P. Bradley 'Skipper' Matthews" on the ground. I was on the verge of crying, wandering if I would ever see my mom, dad and friends again. Something flashing caught my eye.
I looked up when I saw a flashing neon sign saying, "Take me." Below it was a light violet cape. Well, it said take me. Besides, it's just a cape. I placed the cape in my backpack. And continued my wandering. Then I saw it.
A trail of marbles. Ale! She was here! I felt anger and confidence returning in me. Now I had to get my hands on that girl! The trail stopped at a door that read, "Third floor." She must be here. I opened the door, only to find another hallway, and the marbles were gone. Now where do I go? One door got my attention. On it was a sign that read, "P.F." Oh, boy. I know what that abbreviation stands for.
Pinky Flamingo. An artist whose work was not favored by critics, so he wanted to make the critics and the world his artwork. Which would explain the artist, sculptor's tools and eraser finger tips. Out of all the Mutant's bad guys, this guy was probably the most dangerous because his reality changing "artworks." Peering through the keyhole, I could tell no one was home. For now. It wouldn't hurt to open the door and take a peek, right?
I closed the door behind me quietly and got a good look of his room. There was a walk-in closet with various versions of his flamingo pink (or was it red?) suit. Some even came with a matching bowler hat. Next to the closet were various sculptor's tools, paint brushes, pencils, pens and erasers. No doubt his finger tip collection. What shocked me was the chihuahua sized rat that was eating from a bowl. I didn't know Pinky had a pet rat. Let alone a giant one!
"Hey!" A Brooklyn-accented voice shocked me. A hand with eraser finger tips made the door vanish. Then in a flash of pink, and dust, he was standing right in front of me! Pinky Flamingo! His almost permanent smile showed off his yellow teeth. Wait, is it me, or is he getting bigger? No. Not bigger. I'm sinking! "Oh, what's wrong, getting that sinking feeling," he snickered, laughing at me as I was ankle deep in- "You think it's quicksand, don't ya? You're not so lucky. This is 'slow sand.' Twice as torturous, same eventual end result!" He laughed at this prospect, then he stopped. "I know it will work this time." "This time?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, tapping a chisel finger under his chin. "I tried this trick on Frightmare when we first met. He got out almost immediately." "How?"
"I don't have to tell you! Just hurry up and sink already!" He painted the door again and went out. Then it vanished again. I looked down and wondered to do about this predicament.