Fart Sparkles Enters the Catacombs

Mr. Fart Sparkles has a routine. Sleep until sundown. Collect dinner from the servant who has been trained to near-competence. Patrol the fence, and return home at dawn. This was enough until a circle of stones appeared in the forest, along with the dark laughter. Now he's in the catacombs: a dungeon of swinging blades, spike pits, and scheming fairies, none of it designed with a cat in mind. The traps are slow. The monsters telegraph each move. Frankly, it's embarrassing for everyone involved. These halls are full of strays, dragged in from other worlds, and not one of them can cross a room without triggering something. Somebody has to herd them out. Fine. He'll do it. Then the fairies will answer for interrupting his evening.