Sam and Jake catch their breath a moment and look ahead. A whole chamber is full of thick mud. The only way across, are small pedestals scattered just above the level of the mud. “Oh yeah, this looks suspect,” Jake groans, “you go first.” Sam takes a deep breath and jumps to the first pedestal. “Don’t choke, don’t choke,” Jake laughs. Sam keeps his balance and jumps to the next one, and then the next.
Just then, Nathan enters the room and sees Jake, “Oh, look who it is.” Jake turns around and sees him, “oh, hey Nathan.” Sam freezes, and looks over his shoulder. “Hey, Sam, you too.” Sam and Jake both stare at Nathan for a moment. Nathan’s ears looked like those of an elf, slightly pointed, and he was barefoot like Jake, with just as dirty feet as him. “Surprised you guys made it this far, “Nathan laughs, “let me show you how this is done.” Nathan leaps quickly from pedestal to pedestal making right for Sam. Sam tries to continue across to avoid him, but Nathan reaches out and pushes Sam into the mud. Sam splats and submerges for a moment and then rises up, covered in mud.
Nathan laughs, “sorry loser.” Nathan laughs so hard his voice becomes hoarse and deeper. He stops laughing and holds his throat while Same wipes the mud from his face. Nathan doesn’t say another word, and just exits to the next part of the funhouse. “You okay, Sam?” Jake calls. Sam nods and lifts his leg with difficulty and then the next. He makes it back to the pedestals, but when he climbs up, his shoes are missing.
“Great, just great,” Sam grumbles flicking the mud off his arms. “I’m sure there’s a place to hose down or something,” Jake tries to comfort him from the nearby pedestal. “That’s not the point,” Sam starts, but Jake cuts in. “Speaking of points, did you see his ears?” Sam nods and gets to his feet. “It’s probably some stupid prize or something you wear,” Sam says sliding off his muddy socks, but his feet, which should have been clean, are filthy.
They both continue to the other end of the room and come set of waterfalls over a grated floor. “See, now you can get cleaned up,” Jake laughs. Sam grabs him, “you too,” and then throws him through one. He laughs as he ducks under one letting the mud wash off. Sam rubs his clothes and legs and feet, but the mud on his feet won’t come off and neither will the mud of his fingers. He steps out from the water and looks at his hands. Jake steps up, drenched. “Dude, I can’t get my hands clean,” Sam rubs his fingers. Jake notices that Sam’s nose and lips are all brown as well. “Your face is still muddy, too,” he points.
Sam looks over to Jake and his eyes go wide. Jake’s ears were long, much longer than Nathan’s. Sam looked down at Jake’s feet, and his toes were all melted together in a thick mass. “Jake, your… your… feee HAW.”