The crate above him seemed to grow heavier as Robin was worn down, both by weight and the feathers at his sides. His mind was wearing down too. He had been racking his brain for any ideas, but how could he think with the tickling, and the ticking?

The ticking, of course! The answer was to blow the key he was holding in his mouth to the rhythm of the ticking!

He tried this solution, and it seemed to work. Every pipe to the beat of the ticking lifted a bit of weight off his shoulders, eventually lifting off him entirely. He quickly left the room before any other traps were triggered.

He walked down the hall to a room filled with space stuff. There were astronaut suits and rovers and space shuttles, replicas of course, and the room seemed to be mostly dedicated to the moon.

Robin looked through his pockets to see what else he had. Other than his ID badge, there was only a couple salt packets, a mint, a stick of gum, and a seed packet someone advertising a gardening club gave him earlier.

He wondered if there was anything in particular he could do with these, but his train of thought was quickly interrupted by a punch to the face. The punch sent him rolling onto the floor,and once he stopped, he refocused himself on whatever just attacked him. He looked to see one of the astronaut suits lowering its fist from a raised position back down to its side.

That didn't make sense though, and not just because it was a walking astronaut suit. From where it was standing, it was 10 feet away from where he was punched. How did it reach so far?

He soon got a rather unexpected answer when the suit lifted its arm back up, swung its arm toward him, and threw its first at him, and a long, pure black arm attaching the glove to the rest of the suit stretched out to fill the distance. When it made a collision with the wolf's chest, it knocked him off his feet.

"What the heck?"

He threw his arm out once again, but the wolf ducked to the side to avoid it and sprung to his feet to start running. Fortunately it only seemed to be the one suit that was alive, but that did nothing to limit its range, as it threw its arms all around the exhibit, trying to capture his agile prey. Robin was moderately fast, but his stamina wasn't fantastic, so he knew he couldn't run forever and between lifting boxes and running at full speed, he was already starting to get exhausted.

He ran onto a display with a shuttle on the moon, and ducked behind it, making sure he was visible between the legs, and once the thing fired its arms off again, he kicked away a leg, and the spacecraft came down on its arm. He was mostly hoping to trap it, but it was a welcome surprise that the black arm disintegrated and the suit went limp.

"Wait, so was a creature in the suit, or was it brought to life by- *pant* *pant* Oh, I don't even care anymore!" he panted before passing out on the moon's surface belly up.
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He awoke to find himself tied town by vines looping around his arms, and his coveralls unzipped.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked.

He noticed that a couple of vines kind of looking like fuzzy reeds were sprouting out the dirt, and the seed packet was now out of his pocket with a small tear in them. The magic must have warped the seeds into something different, because the picture from the seed packet looked nothing like what lay before him. The reason they looked like this was for one reason only. He realized what it was as they brushed against his paws, making him burst into laughter. One felt soft and fluffy like a kitten's fur, and the other was tough but firm, like a pinecone, but both tickled madly. He was already in hysterics, begging to make it stop, so the two more at his sides didn't help any. He could only laugh and claw at his restraints as the plants continued his torture.
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Sorry about the late posting, school's been rough, and I had lots of homework. I'll try to keep up and finish by the end of October. Also, sorry I forgot "compass"