Tigger Hats and Ninjas: Part 2

Suddenly I'm at a dinner party in a fancy looking resturraunt. I see a ninja-looking guy steal something and run. I chase but lose him on the elevator. As I wait for the elevator to come back down I grab two long toothpicks and say, "This is all I need." When I reach the top floor I enter a hallway with red walls and various works of art scattered about the walls. Two strange looking guards (I realize later that they were pasty and skinny with nothing on but a skirt around their waists) come at me with samurai swords. I take out one by stabbing him with one toothpick. The other guard cuts my other toothpick and I bull rush him shanking him to the floor. I look around for a moment for the ninja-looking dude. Then two fat men come around the corner. I back up as they make threats. Out of nowhere I swing a raft that knocks out the smaller one and breaks on the larger one. He just laughs and pummels me backwards. I search desperately for a weapon, there the samurai sword. I leap up and dash around the fat guy and pick up the sword and a big case knife. He's already behind so I swing. I would of missed him and hit the painting next to him but he jumped in front to protect it. It dawned on me that the paintings must be priceless and he was willing to protect them. I backpedalled to the next painting and threatened to destroy it. He marched foward so a smashed it. He yelled batted my sword away. I backed around a corner into a white room that had a giant piece of paper with a drawing that looked like it was done by a seven year old.f I took out the case knife and pressed the blade against the picture. He rounded the corner slowly as he spoke, "What, you think that old picture is worth anything?" I pulled a chair from behind me and stopped him from getting closer. He reached for my neck but tore the picture by mistake. I stabbed him in the neck as he broke the chair gripped my neck. I kept my hand on the knife as we struggled to the ground. Eventually his grip became weaker until he stopped. He layed on the ground crying out, "My baby's picture." I picked up random plastic toys and threw them at him as I walked away into the hallway. The sun shone through the window and I heard that song "It's a Beautiful Morning" Then I woke up.

-Marcel