"Nobody made you turn into stork-zilla you know! I'm going to find all this hidden hobo money and keep it all for myself!"
He disappeared around the corner again, chuckling darkly to himself. He knelt down onto the floor and peered under the bed. More leaves, stray bits of wood, dirt, a couple of dead mice that were more or less fused to the floor. Nothing that looked like hobo treasure.
Maurice carefully pressed his hand down on the mattress and made the old bedframe squeak.
"Hmm...Maybe a bed's too obvious..." And then he thought about where he was and what he was doing. He was down on his hands and knees near a spooky old bed. He remembered the last time he was near a crappy old bed. Maurice felt his unbeating heart drop into his stomach. He fell back on his ass, rolled over, and scrambled back into the main room on his hands and knees looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
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He disappeared around the corner again, chuckling darkly to himself. He knelt down onto the floor and peered under the bed. More leaves, stray bits of wood, dirt, a couple of dead mice that were more or less fused to the floor. Nothing that looked like hobo treasure.
Maurice carefully pressed his hand down on the mattress and made the old bedframe squeak.
"Hmm...Maybe a bed's too obvious..." And then he thought about where he was and what he was doing. He was down on his hands and knees near a spooky old bed. He remembered the last time he was near a crappy old bed. Maurice felt his unbeating heart drop into his stomach. He fell back on his ass, rolled over, and scrambled back into the main room on his hands and knees looking as if he'd seen a ghost.