Scaling the Wooden Cliff

Sticking the landing on the rug was great, but standing down low? Totally overrated! Right ahead of me, a giant wooden table leg rose straight up like a carved timber skyscraper. I dashed straight over, hooked my curved hands onto the edge of a deep decorative groove, and hoisted myself up rung by rung. It took some serious plastic grip, but once my feet clicked onto the polished flat top, the whole room stretched out below me! Who needs webs when you've got solid little elbows and pure momentum?