Choose The White Door Labelled - Game Room

Moving towards the white door, you can't help but notice that it's also slightly open like the last door you tried. after a moment of preparation, which mostly constitutes you telling yourself not to fall for it again, you nudge the door open while you stay outside the threshold. Nothing falls down from the door, but just to be safe, you peek through the door standing where you are.

You see a shelf filled to the brim with board games of all colours and sizes; Table Tops like D&D, Pathfinder, and GURPS; Regular Games like The Game of Life, Monopoly, and Yahtzee. Amazed at this, you step into the room only to see what the side you couldn't see before holds: A large shelf filled to the brim with buckets.

But this wouldn't be as bad if it weren't for one thing:

All of the buckets were filled to the brim with Latex

So, this was where the creatures held their supply. Grimly you note that there are enough buckets to turn at /least/ half of the town you reside in, and from what you've seen from the first two creatures, they wouldn't need more buckets for the rest. You need to leave and get help: You're the only one who knows about this potential threat, and you need to alert EVERYONE before you end up caught!

You back away from the wall, getting ready to sprint out of the house and call the Government, The Police, Anyone; That is until you hear a whiff-ing noise and end up getting clonked on the head.

You stand for a few seconds, but soon the floor rushes to meet you, and you fall into a fitful sleep...

When you come to, you find yourself with a raging headache, but more importantly, you're strapped to a chair; arms held to the armrests, chest braced against the back, and your legs tied to the front legs.

Standing in front of you is a female latex tiger, with pink 'fur' and white stripes. Holding a small statue that you recognize as being from the hall (No wonder you fell ****, looking at the statue, you're lucky you didn't get really hurt!), the she-cat growls some laughter as she smiles at the little sneak that she just found. You try to pull against the straps, but it's all in vain: they hold you tight, and you can't seem to loosen them.

The latex cat turns away from you and faces the large wall-encompassing shelf, scanning for something with an obvious quizzical look on her face... With mounting horror, you realize that she's looking for some latex to Turn you with...