Hallway Speedrun

I marched down from that scarf pile and spotted a bright, glossy flyer resting flat on the polished floorboards right beneath the mail slot. It was coated in slick paper and covered in pictures of giant pizzas. Instead of shoving it aside, I took a running leap and landed both stubby feet right in the center. The slick paper instantly took off, skidding like a streak of lightning across the smooth wood! I threw my weight back, surfed right past the coat rack, and spun to a sudden halt just before the kitchen threshold. That was easily the fastest patrol run I've ever pulled off.