They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. 또는 maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." Said Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or 이메일 him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." said Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," said Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" said Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD