Treasure drear raining

I so fear my rat 

A small, hairy wallet bites 

It is Hairy and Angry. 

It has two Sharp fangs

An aggressive attitude 

When it eats

I feel frightened 

At the perfect rat.

Ah, the Imperial Motel. The height of economical luxury. If you don't mind the inconvenience of possibly stumbling into different dimensions.

 And the rats. 

Our hero just wants to find his wallet and catch a bus out of this place. Help the hapless youth as he wanders across realities, making. . . "friends". . . along the way.