Artemis surveyed the chart carefully, doing mental physics calculations as he attempted to spin it at just the right velocity to avoid the more unpleasant tasks.

Holly's hazel eyes watched as Garbage Bin, Vacuuming, Dishes, Grocery Shopping, Refigerator, Kitchen, and Mail Sorting flashed by; as the wheel slowed, the ticker dragged into Bathroom and stayed there.

"Ha!" she yelled triumphantly, glancing at that very door behind which Mulch was currently occupied, and Artemis's head drooped in defeat.