The moment he entered the cabin, Moptop knew that something was definitely amiss. The furniture was all rearranged . . . even the dimensions and angles of the walls looked different. He climbed into the loft on the second level, and he found, to his great surprise, dozens of animated toys scurrying about. The sight was absurd. They seemed to be "redecorating" the place in the most destructive way possible, throwing objects around at random.
"Hey!" Moptop shouted. "What's going on here!?"
The three leaders of the toys, strange robot dolls with dice on their heads, looked up from their business and charged at Moptop. Unfortunately for them, they were no larger than two feet tall, so their assault was easily pushed aside.
"Get out!" squeaked the toys. "This is ours now! Get out!"
"What? This is RIDICULOUS!" screamed Moptop.
"Shut up! We're in charge!"
"Argh!"
Moptop picked them up and tossed them out the window. Turning back to the room with a sigh, he began the arduous task of cleaning up.
