Jenny-s Odd Adventure 5 -slipperyt- -

Instead of falling, Jenny slid around the banana peel, through a shimmer of ridiculous joy, and landed directly on the Fifth Key: a small, dry, non-slip rubber duck.

“Simple. I’ll peel myself and lay a peel across the top. You have one chance to cross without sliding off into the Fifth Fold’s Backrooms of Eternal Tumbling.” The Banana grinned. “Oh, and I also get to tell one joke. If you laugh, you slip. If you don’t laugh, you still slip, because I’ll trip you.”

“You can goo it!” the T replied, and suddenly her shoes were made of pudding.

The Banana stared. “That’s cheating.” Jenny-s Odd Adventure 5 -SlipperyT-

“This is physically annoying!” she shouted, her hair doing loop-the-loops.

“Oh no,” Jenny said, clutching the brass compass that had guided her through the last four oddities. “Not a SlipperyT.”

At the top, the Banana of Ultimate Prankdom lounged on a tiny velvet cushion. It was yellow, unblemished, and radiated mischief. Instead of falling, Jenny slid around the banana

Jenny wrung out her syrup-soaked hair. “What’s next? Sixth Adventure?”

“Took you long enough, Meatbag,” it said in a smooth, lounge-singer voice. “Want the Fifth Key? You’ll have to slip past me .”

Jenny steeled her face.

She slid back to the bottom. Twice. On the third try, she imagined falling sideways and ended up clinging to the T’s left arm, which was now inexplicably coated in maple syrup.

Jenny, panting, stood (carefully) on the T’s summit. “What’s the catch?”