Eleven Mostly-Functional Adults
comedy◐ TeenLola grabbed the placemat anyway. "Fine. If the mouse leads to the safe, we follow the mouse." She traced the crayon path to a doodle of a cheese wheel. "That's the vault. Probably. Marv, you're up front. Everyone else, try not to knock anything over."
Halfway down the maze, the placemat tore clean in half. Marv held up the two pieces, horrified. "The map. The map is dead." Priya snatched the bigger half. "It's a placemat, Marv, not a treasure scroll. We can still read most of it. Keep moving."
What happens next?
1 ways forwardWe followed the half we could still read and it led us straight into the men's bathroom. Priya stared at the urinals. "The mouse led us to the toilet." Marv checked the torn placemat one more time. "Maybe the safe's behind the hand dryer." It was not. We called it a night.