Melati smiled and invited us in to the warehouse.

Since we realized that we were not flying to Bali we tossed off our leis and looked around the warehouse for our next adventure.

Mom told us to "keep our hands at our sides and not to touch anything!" 

Her last instructions to us were "no monkey business in here".

I remembered Mom's words.

I didn't use my hands, I used my legs and jumped into the center of the festive flags.

The flags had wire frames and they kept swinging back and forth. 

Mom noticed the movement but Melati told her it was probably the wind from the open door.

Melati looked at me and smiled. 

I was saved, thank you Melati.

Getting a little hungry while Mom and Dad were shopping, I asked Melati if she would order lunch. 

'Chicken in a Basket'  with yummy pieces of fried chicken with French fries sounds good but this is what she served me!

Somewhere between Bear language and Bali language there was a misunderstanding.

After lunch I discovered this spider sitting very still waiting to attack me.

Being brave I approached slowly and he still was not moving. 

I moved closer and closer until I could look into his eyes.

He was made of wood! 

Quickly I jumped on the spider's back and then screamed "ATTACK" just as Mom was walking by.

Mom did not find the humor in my words and I was sent to the car immediately.

The hot August sun beamed through the closed car windows.

My fur was drenched with sweat. Was I doomed for being baked alive?

Suddenly the car door opened and I saw a bottle of cold water rolling on the seat.

Was this a mirage? 

Or, did Melati come to my rescue once again? 

Regardless, on my next visit to the warehouse I will bring her flowers and I WILL bring my own lunch.