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. atau 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." berkata 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 email him."
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." berkata Rico handing him a rope.
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," berkata Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" berkata Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD