The choir, for whatever reason, had decided to make their "end-of-the-year" party a tour of the White House. Moptop questioned his reason for being in this group in the first place, so he couldn't help but feel inclined to misbehave.
The front doors opened to a room filled with brightly-colored and off-kilter furniture, statues, and playground equipment. Moptop was in disbelief.
"Hello, children!" declared the president in an odd falsetto voice, who promptly performed a silly walk through a side door.
The group navigated through the house, their senses assaulted by cartoon-like objects and people at every turn. Moptop spotted a statue of an elephant, whose trunk had been broken off. Moptop nudged the person next to him and shouted, "I think there's a joke in there somewhere!"
The tour guide responded with an angry "Shhhhh!"
Moptop eventually slowed his pace, allowing the choir members, who were in rapt attention, to move far ahead. Moptop then spotted a few tourists at the front door. He strolled boldly over to them and impersonated a tour guide.
"Welcome to the White House! Please follow me and we'll begin the tour!"
He passed through various rooms, not knowing what any of them were and hoping to not run into any guards, but pretending to expound on the history of each one, nonetheless.
"Here's the famed . . . Lincoln Dining Room!" he declared, gesturing to a tiny, crammed room with green wallpaper, a small table, and an antique stove.
"Here's . . . Jackie Kennedy's room!" he said, pointing at a room decorated with pink furniture.
"Wow!" whispered several tourists.
"Moptop! Stop that and get over here!" shouted the choir director. "We have to take this slide to the basement!"
Moptop approached the "slide," which looked more like a dark chute, going straight down for several stories.
"No. There is no way I'm doing this."
"Oh yes you are!" growled the director.
Moptop hesitantly kneeled and crawled through the entrance, feeling a wave of panic. He attempted to turn around and exit, but someone pushed him over the edge. He gasped, free-falling for what seemed to be hundreds of feet. However, the chute eventually curved into a gentle slope, slowing the descent considerably.
"If someone bumps into me from behind, I will kill them when we get to the bottom of this thing," Moptop thought.
He eventually landed at the bottom, sliding onto a large, soft pad. The group was gathered at a window, watching the president holding an important meeting. Moptop suddenly realized that he had lost his pants at some point during the descent. Though he was initially embarrassed, he decided to ignore it and join the choir at the window.
"Moptop, that is so not cool!" shouted one of the choir members. "That is the president and you're not wearing any pants. Show some respect!"
"I am leaving. This is ridiculous and I hate you all," shouted Moptop in return. "Have fun on your little tour."
Dejected and angry, Moptop stormed outside, still sans pants, and boarded a train to nowhere in particular.
