Once inside, you're relieved to be clear from that annoying cricket, and grin wildly knowing you no longer have to worry about being seen by that old hag. Determined to make the most of the funhouse you so carefully snuck in to, you sprint off down one of it's many hallways, before finding yourself at a ball pool. Without hesitation, you jump in, landing straight in the middle, sending balls flying everywhere. Straightening up, you find yourself surprised by just how deep the ball pit is. Most ball pools you can remember being in would only go 3/4 of the way up your legs, up to your waist if you were lucky. This ball pool was up to your chest, and as you wade out, you think it might even be higher than that. Regardless, you continue on up some stairs, pulling up your trousers to stop yourself tripping over on them as you ascend.
At the top of the stairs, you find a large death slide, descending into another ball pit before heading in to what looked like some sort of long maze. From up here, you can see over the top and begin trying to map your way through before entering, but you give up when you notice it leads off out of your line of sight. With that, you prepare to go down the slide, removing your shoes and socks and placing them in a compartment with a notice reading "For your safety, please remove shoes and socks before sliding down. They may be collected at the end of the funhouse," followed by a picture of the Do's and Don'ts of riding the death slide. With your toes out, waggling in the air, you sit at the edge of the death slide. You cross your arms in the recommended drop position, and quickly pull back as you shock yourself with a bunch of pinpricks on your chest. Looking at your hands, you see your nails are much sharper than you remember. Carefully returning your hands to their rightful position, you decide that you'll need to cut your nails at some point.
Just before you're able to push off, a small sensation from your rear kicks in; a tingling feeling as if something was burrowing out into your behind. You don't have time to think about it too much, as whatever it is pushes you off the edge, and the sound of the sudden "WHOOSH" of air is matched only by an equally loud "RIIIIIP." As you crash into the ball pool and stand up, you feel a weird sensation on the lower part of your body. You take a moment to figure out what it was, whilst being completely submerged in the ball pool despite standing upright (you figure it's for extra safety considering the height of the death slide,) and you figure out the feeling with a sudden epiphany; the ripping sound had been your trousers as you'd gone down, and now here you stood, naked with the exception of your T-shirt, your clothes ruined.
"Well," you think to yourself, "at least nobody else seems to be in here."
You clamber out of the ball pool, and examine the situation. Despite the lack of undergarments, you feel relatively calm. Besides, your baggy T-shirt still manages to cover up your extremities. There was no way back up the death slide, so there was no choice but to continue and hope he could find someone to tell about this predicament and, with a bit of luck, get some replacements. With that in mind, you head onwards into the maze.