The Thumpows

Chapter 3: Time to get Salty

As I was looking around, I happened to see, once again in the distance, the museum. Holy moley. I started to head toward it. I hit a dead end. I walked out of the dead end, and started the trek to my destination. I arrived. Victory. That's when I looked and saw the parking lot around the museum. I could've just parked there? Right up at the front?
I tried to open the door, but silly me... that was the back. I walked up to the front of the crime museum, looked across the street, and sighed. There was the building that had the rip-off versions of the team that I had been staring at too hard to think to simply look the other direction. I noticed that the door appeared to be locked. I pushed and pushed but it wouldn't budge. I was about to give up, but I noticed a family pull the door open and walk inside. Duh.
I went inside and was immediately stunned. It was huge! Everything inside was prison-like. I decided that, I had to start searching the museum in order to find Salty Steve. I went up a long flight of stairs. My feet were tired. I sat down next to a guy in a trench coat. "Have you seen a fellow by the name of Salty Steve?" I asked him.
"Fool. I am Salty Steve!" The guy ripped his trench coach off to reveal that he was a giant salt shaker. "I'm not alone." He cackled, "I've brought my henchman, Furry Fred"
A man in a cat suit stepped out from behind a wall. "I'll leave you two to tango while I steal the goods" Salty Steve laughed.
Furry Fred jumped and started throwing cat paws at me. I blocked them, being a mildly adequate martial artist. That's when I spotted Salty Steve trying to steal various crime related goods. I drop kicked him right in the face, making him loose salt. We then jumped up on top of a barnyard crime exhibition. We were duking out just fine and dandy, until a model of a giant chicken flew by and laid an egg on my face. When I recovered from the egginess, I hopped back to my feet to start looking for Salty Steve. Meanwhile, he was planning a dubious trap. "Mwah hah hah. I'll sprinkle my slippery salt on the floor. When that pesky hero comes along, he'll slide right into this empty jail cell." And indeed I did. I landed right inside that cell, and Salty Steve closed the door. "Smell ya later, sucka." He yelled.
I didn't know how to get out, and I thought about how I had failed my mission. But, I remembered... I'm skinny enough to fit through the bars. I walked through without a problem.
I then caught up to Salty Steve, who was about to turn on a gas chamber that didn't even work. "Get out of here" I yelled. "If you insist" he replied. He opened a window and jumped out. It was a long way down for him. He landed safely, somehow. As for Furry Fred, well... let's just say he didn't land on his feet. R.I.P Furry Fred. I just decided to be safe and just run very quickly down a long flight of stairs. When I came out of the museum, it was nighttime, and the carnival was lit up and looked really pretty. And Salty Steve was headed right for it.