“Ahoy!”
“Arrrr Matey!”
“Avast ye scurvy scallywags!”
“Stand up and fight yeh scurvy cur!”
[ The sound of the telephone ringing….]
“Huh?! Who is this?” asked the groggy half-awake TombolaMaster.
“This is the front desk we hadn’t heard from you and you requested a 6:00 am wake-up call,” said the clerk.
“Will you be checking out today?” Asked the clerk.
“Yes, this very morning,” said TombolaMaster
“Ahoy!”
“Arrrr Matey!”
“That darn alarm clock,” sighed TombolaMaster.
TombolaMaster had only himself to blame for that cursed alarm clock. He allowed himself to be talked into buying it from some shady looking character his last day on Krawk Island. If it had not cost him 10 dubloons he would have thrown it against the wall his first morning in the Neolodge. He muttered to himself that it was about time he was going home. He didn’t understand why there was a need to renovate the house in the first place but would be glad to see his brothers and sister.
His owner, Easyrhino1 had originally intended to use the home as an art studio, workshop and gallery to sell his pottery, glasswork and paintings but found the sales going too slowly to keep up with the rising cost of the home. So, with his savings he knocked down a couple rooms and built others in their place. He sold some furniture to pay for the current wares. The result was one of Tyrannia’s first full service Inns. He would of course still pursue his art but would rely on the Inn to pay for everything.
The Inn was sure to be a success as there were rooms to suit almost any traveler. There was a Creepy Cavern to make those from the Haunted Woods feel right at home, a disco, a spa, a pool, several playrooms for the kids, a game room, a nursery, and even a Jazz Club on the very top floor.
Upon his arrival home TombolaMaster commented to his artistic owner that there isn’t a staircase to get to the upper floors. “Aha,” said his owner, “I see your vacation hasn’t dulled your sense of perception.” His owner went on to tell him that there was a room at the southwest corner of the bottom most floor that would answer all his questions and that they should go there right away. Upon entering the room TombolaMaster stated, “This room looks like a Faeries Fortune Scratchcard.” “Right again, m’boy!” “Now, if you would please scratch the head of either Wocky and say where you want to go,and you will go there! Try it!” TombolaMaster positioned himself next to the left Wocky, scratched and said, “Gold Note Jazz Club!” There was an audible gasp from TombolaMaster as he was sent upstairs.
“Wow! That was great, can I do it again?” asked TombolaMaster. “Of course you can, you are in charge of showing our guests how to get around the Inn,” said Easyrhino1. TombolaMaster smiled and thought to himself that it was good to be home and what a home it was!
