Sam and Jake step over some of the boys sleeping outside of the funhouse entrance and make their way in. The first ten feet of the house is completely pitch black. “Dude, I can’t see a thing,” Jake laughs and then yelps as he trips and tumbles. A mocking donkey bray comes out over a loud speaker and a flashing light reveals a set of large rubber blocks placed in the room. Sam laughs and helps Jake up, “having fun yet?” Jake scowls, “this was your idea, you know. I hold you responsible.”
They both make their way into a massive ball pit. There are boys sleeping in here, too. Jake gesturers for them to be very quiet and wade through the colorful balls, but Jake takes another bad step and sinks up to his neck. “Aw, come on, man. Why always me?” Jake yells. One of the sleeping boys yells out, “hey, keep it down.” Sam looks over at him, “sorry.” The boy grumbles, turns over, and curls up. He’s barefoot, but Sam notices that the boy’s feet are dirty and his legs are very hairy.
Sam is quickly brought back to Jake as he struggles to climb out of the hole. “Little help?” Sam grabs Jake’s hands and lifts him out of the ball it. “Wait, dude, wait,” Jake groans. “What? What is it?” Jake groans in frustration, “my F-ing shoes came off.” Sam sighs and pulls Jake out of the hole and they both stand knee deep. Jake just looks at the balls all over the ground, “I’ll never find them in there. Cripe!” Sam taps him on the shoulder and gestures to the other end of the room.
“No way, man. You go on without me,” Jake groans. “What? Look, I’m sorry about your shoes, but we already got this far,” Sam says with a smile.
“Alright, but you are on thin ice,” Jake says sternly, pointing at Sam. They wade to the end of the ball pit, where stairs lead them up. Jake stops and slips off his socks, drops them to the ground, and continues barefoot. Some of the steps they take are on springs and bounce up and down as they walk up them.
At the top, they hit a hall of mirrors. The double reflection on either side, creates an infinite tunnel of reflections on either side. They both stare into the dark abyss of mirror and laugh. Sam takes another long look at his face. He can’t quite shake the feeling it looks different, like his lips are more pronounced. “Aw man, look at this,” Jake groans again. Sam looks over and sees Jake leaning on the glass, his foot lifted up. Jake’s toes are all dark brown, and his foot looks dirty. “This place is so, gross,” Jake says, brushing his foot, but the dirt doesn’t come off.
“Do I look okay, to you?” Sam asks. Jake looks up at him, “yeah, you look like you.” Sam looks at his face again in the mirror and feels his mouth. “Come on, let’s keep going. The sooner we’re out of here the better,” Jake points.
They walk through the hall of mirrors and come to a 20 foot rope bridge over a deep trench. Sam looks down and sees a lot of hay on the ground. They a donkey runs down the trench out of tunnel. It brays loudly and runs to the other side and out of site. It’s followed by another, this one wearing what looked like a T-shirt, although it was barely hanging on.
“What’s down there?” Jake leans over and looks. He watches with Sam as several other donkeys with pieces of clothing run by, braying. Then, what looked like a donkey standing upright came in. It was wearing a torn shirt and jeans, and there was something else odd. It had hands, although the arms were covered in fur. “What’s that,” Sam scowls. They watch as the creature falls to it’s hands and brays. It then runs down the path, its clothes ripping off.
“Okay, I’m officially weirded out,” Jake starts, “let’s get out of here.” Sam nods and the two cross the rope bridge. On the other side are several conveyer belts, all running different directions and speeds. They jump from one to the other, the varying speeds causing them to lose their balance and be swept away to the walls, where another belt took them back to the start.
“Follow my lead,” Sam jumps back to his feet. He jumps from one belt to the next and manages to reach the exit. “Yes, come on Jake!” Jake stands up and tries to follow, but slips. He is fed right back to the start again. He tries again, and starts to tumble again, but he reaches out and grabs Sam’s hand, and he hauls him in. “Oh, jeez, this place is a workout,” Jake gasps, “what’s next?”