Tricky Traps - & Naughty

“What happens now?” Finn asked.

“Gluten-free and laced with a mild hallucinogen. You’ll think the sofa is singing show tunes. It’s not. The sofa is mute. But you’ll flail, and the floor will tilt, and you’ll slide into the chimney, which is actually a chute to the holding cellar.”

Leo squinted at him. “You’re not an adult. You’re, like, twenty.” tricky traps & naughty

Finn looked up. Sure enough, a fishing net was rigged among the dusty chandelier crystals.

Finn thought for a moment. He’d grown up poor and inventive. His specialty was the long game. “What happens now

“Who makes a pit there ?” he shouted.

Finn watched through a peephole in the wall. Leo spotted the whoopee cushion first. He snorted and stepped over it. He saw the bucket of glue and rolled his eyes. Then he heard the Macarena speaker—which Morgause had left running as a decoy—and actually laughed. It’s not

“They trip,” Finn explained. “Bell rings. Marbles scatter. They step back to avoid the marbles, rug gives way, and they fall into the pit. But the pit is only two feet deep. So they don’t get hurt. They just get… embarrassed.”