The OZ Museum was...disappointing. Sure, there was lots of Oz memorabilia, but it all seemed fake. Like Las Vegas fake. I paid $7 to get in and wandered around the museum until it closed at 5 P.M. I couldn't find anything. Finally, I went to their gift shop and looked around there. The gift shop was manned by a painfully cheery-looking woman whose name-tag declared her as "Gladys." I bought a pair of sunglasses just so I wouldn't look out of place. "Gladys" bagged them and told me to have a great day.
On my way out, I looked in the bag and saw that not only was there the sunglasses, but there was also a USB drive. I looked back to see "Gladys" cheerfully wave at me.
On the USB drive, there was only one video file:
There's only one problem with the video: I can't see a clue anywhere.
Fuck.
