Awaking, shaking... afternoon sun. A pool of drool in the corner of the courtyard. School is in session and recess is in full swing. At least a dozen schoolchildren have gathered around. Morris is dead, and his horse and burro pace nervously. You check your watch. It's almost noon. "How did I get here?" you wonder. Just then you hear music.
1. Speak binary.
2. Chase the ice cream truck!
3. "What is this sound, children? Is this the sound of the Angel of Spain?"
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