I was in the Paul Klee museum.
On the ground was a piece of paper. It said, “Dishmala." I said it out loud.
Suddenly a hurricane appeared and it took me into the picture.
I saw a woman in metal. I saw a mini car.
"Can you help me?" asked the man in the car.
"Yes," I replied.
"Mr Bot wants a strong person to pedal this car and this place is called Weakland!"
"Ok," I said. I pedaled and I pedaled.
Suddenly electricity came out of the lady’s nose. BANG! The time machine disappeared and I was in the museum!