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Bartholomew "Barty" Higgins was not a detective. He was a competitive napper and, sometimes, a man who misplaced things. Today, it was the latter. Specifically, his last Mega-Cheesy-Crunch Cheese Puff.
Barty stood in his kitchen, his brow furrowed like a crumpled napkin. "It was right here," he mumbled, pointing at the space on the counter. "A masterpiece of puffed corn and neon orange dust."
His roommate, Kevin, a man whose main personality trait was "mildly confused," walked in. "What was right where?"
"The Puff! The ultimate Puff! I was saving it for the climax of my documentary about garden gnomes," Barty lamented, running a hand through his already messy hair.
Kevin squinted at the counter, then at Barty, then back at the counter. "Did you... Maybe eat it and forget?"
Barty gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Sir! I am many things: a nap champion, a collector of tiny hats, but a Forgetful Puff Foe? Never!"
He began his investigation. He checked the cat, Mr Snuggles (who only ate expensive salmon). He checked under the sofa cushions (finding only three remote controls and a petrified grape). Finally, he checked his own pocket.
His eyes went wide. There, nestled next to a linty penny, was the majestic, slightly squashed, orange-dusted culprit.
Kevin blinked. "Well, that was easy."
Barty sighed, relieved but embarrassed. "It was merely an advanced storage technique. A pocket-based pre-napping safeguard," he declared, popping the puff into his mouth with a flourish. "Now, where's my garden gnome documentary?"
