⚡ ❱❱❱ PAM-A-LAM !

    His enthusiasm, regardless of the current situation, never failed to amuse her. She’d never seen anyone else get so excited. It made it hard for her to be upset with him at times. Her mouth opened to answer his question but he jumped at the first opportunity to duck under her desk. Holding up her end of the bargain, she began her own search through the room. She had no idea where he could possibly put it. He never chose the same spot twice - like lightning.

    She searched through the bookshelf. Maybe it had been pressed between some old textbooks. It didn’t occur to her that it might be within the laundry basket. She passed by it a few times but didn’t stop to check inside.   ❛  Did you put it in another room maybe ?  ❜

❛  I cannot say.  ❜  The taller said as he crawled under her desk. It was like trying to fit a wide-body jetliner in a cave, he couldn’t fit and those…very few parts of him that did, strained his muscles past the point of being comfortable.  ❛  But Private Eye Logan is on the case after this momenta— !  ❜  No guitar tabs under this desk, much to his chagrin but he’s not giving up. He’ll turn this house upside down and inside out if he must, once he is out of this most lamentable jam.  ❛  — hng, commercial break!  ❜  

The ‘commercial break’ runs a little after forty-five seconds, pushing for a minute. Alright, now it’s aiming for a minute twenty seconds…thirty seconds…fo—  ❛  whoa!  ❜  and out tumbles Theodore, headfirst onto the deck before he most unceremoniously hit the laundry basket.