Panic Upstairs

What do you mean we have to get out of here pronto? asked Gustave. We haven't finished looking at these interesting photographs.

Never mind that! said SPLOSH! The guards are after me! Quick, let's go down the side stairs!

Why are they after you? asked Gaius. What have you done?

I've tagged all the artworks downstairs, said SPLOSH! and now we have to leave.

You may have to leave, my dear SPLOSH!, said Gustave mildly. But Gaius and I haven't done anything wrong.

SPLOSH! took out a marker pen and wrote GUS! in large fat letters in the corner of the photograph of the picnicking rabbits ( or goats ).

Now you, she said to Gaius, waving the marker pen threateningly. What street name shall we give you?

No! cried Gaius. That's enough. We're leaving down the side stairs.

Yes we are, spluttered Gustave. SPLOSH! you really are a handful!

They raced down the side stairs nearly falling over one another in their haste. They ran through the foyer, out of the main door, jumped onto their bikes and pedalled away, with SPLOSH! in the lead. Gustave and Gaius were in such a state of panic they didn't notice that no one was chasing them at all.