Mogey and Smush lingered at the back of their tour group, doing what they often did when they found themselves in premises as dignified as the Museum of Okay Art: plotting.
"Surely we can have but one goal today, Mogey?" said Smush.
"Agreed."
"We are in agreement then?"
"Surely," Mogey concurred.
"The Room of Disgust!" they both stated in unison.
And so the pals snuck away from the group and made their way toward the dingiest corner of the Museum of Okay Art. In the hallway leading up to the infamous exhibit stood a tall rat constructed of plywood. One gnarled paw held a sign that read "You must be at least THIS TALL to enter the Room of Disgust" - the other claw stretched out to demonstrate a height at least a foot above the pals' heads.
"We'll never make it," Mogey lamented. "Even on our tiptoes and wearing platform shoes."
"But look who's guarding the door," Smush said, pointing further down the hall.
"Is that Snooze McGee?" Mogey exclaimed.
Smush's nod confirmed that the guard was, in fact, the ninja sloth of legend. The tales of his eleventh-degree black belt were exceeded only by his reputation for being sleepy even by sloth standards.
So the pals squeezed past the snoring guard and stole into the Room of Disgust, trying not to let their eyes linger overlong on Snooze McGee's nunchucks as they passed. Their enthusiasm heightening, Mogey and Smush gazed about the room... and almost immediately their faces fell. The entire contents of the exhibition space seemed to be a still life painting of cabbages, kale, and cauliflower.
"Well this is a bust," Mogey grumped. "What's so awful about a pile of produce?"
"I dunno," Smush replied. "The idea of eating cruciferous veggies certainly gives me the creeps."
"Come to think of it, you're right. Let's get out of he--wait! What's that noise?"
But the sound was unmistakably the eerie whoosh of nunchucks being twirled by a drowsy - but now very much awake - ninja sloth.
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