Cardboard Fort Bedtime

My plush battery was blinking zero percent after that sauce skid! I dragged my red-tipped drumstick down to the dark floor corner beneath the wooden bench. Tucked right behind the steel pedestal was a clean, folded cardboard fry case resting flat like an unlooted bunker slab! I wedged my drumstick under the scored fold to pop the cardboard flap upright like a defensive rampart. Flump-creak! The stiff edge snapped upward, popped my drumstick out of my hands, and dropped a neat stack of white paper napkins right over my head like an accidental blanket! I curled right under the cozy paper pile and let out a happy, wheezy squeak.