Oh noes, Os Spaghetti! I’m trapped up again by Granny! This old home creaks at naptime, louder than my shoes, and Granny? She has super-ears and can hear like a bat. You have to be as quiet as a sock puppet performance and tiptoe like a cunning ninja. What’s wrong is that this area is as full with whoopie cushions as a birthday piñata, full of explosives! Lost a corroded wrench? It’s Granny’s arrival, sweet as candy! Cracked open the squeaky cabinet to get a cookie (because, well, escape fuel counts!)? Granny can run down a hill quicker than a watermelon lubricated!
However, this is not my first rodeo—well, maybe it is, but let’s keep that a secret from Granny. You have to trick her! Perhaps use the cuckoo clock—which terrifies her more than I do—to divert her attention. Or get her to enter the room covered with spiderwebs—I guarantee she detests those grubby snags! If fortune favors me (and maybe a dash of mischievous behavior), I’ll be leaving before you can say “peanut butter and jelly time!” Just keep in mind to be quiet, remain sly, and avoid tripping over the cat at all costs! Where have I hidden that slingshot now?