Sylvester Trapped In The Closet Patched File

"Well, I'll be," Granny said, blinking. "There you are, Sylvester. And you found my missing shoe from 1985!"

He slipped into the room. The floorboards, however, were old and treacherous. As he leaped gracefully toward the shelf, his tail brushed against a precarious pile of old vinyl records stacked by the door.

Instead, he was stuck in a box with a rodent bodybuilder and a smell that was starting to make him dizzy.