Safe Key Ping

Ping . . . Ping . . . Ping . . .

What is that noise!? Why is my head cold? I should be wearing a hat right now, but somehow I’ve been placed inside of this box . . . for safe . . . key . . . Ping . . . I guess. What the heck is that noise! Ok. This is NOT funny. I’m cold; I keep sliding around in this box . . . it’s smells like Hoyle. Man it reeks. Somebody get me out of here.

Woah! That was weird. Where did this come from? Well I ain’t bitin’ the hand that feeds me. I’ll just put this cozy little hat on and warm up while I wait it out. The rest of my peeps are still back at the ring while I’m stuck here sniffing the leftovers Hoylesmen. Ew . . .

You know what . . . I think it’s coming back to me. I’m starting to remember . . . I was hanging with the gang at the ring when suddenly I’m spinning in a circle . . . Next thing I know I’m removed from the ring and my hat’s been stolen and I’m stuck in this box. My hat suddenly appearing is starting to make some sense. Luno the magical wannabe is trying to impress some girl at a bar. Somebody tell this guy that Hoyletown is out and Bicycle Village is in!

I’ll bet you’re wondering what that Ping noise was . . . Me too.