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Mojo Jojo screeches through the door, a whirlwind in a cape and a turban.
"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"
He searches under chairs and tables, looks into corners and under plates. The Sparkly Pink Body-Swapping Ray Gun is nowhere to be found! He knows he left it her. Damn you, coconut-flavored alcohol. DAMN YOU!!!
He scrawls onto a piece of paper and posts the sign on the bulletin board.
LOST: ONE PINK RAY GUN. SCIENTIFIC PROTOTYPE. SENTIMENTAL TO FAMILY (BELONGED TO DEAR DEPARTED GRANDFATHER). MUST FIND OR THE WORLD WILL END.
CONTACT MOJO JOJO WHEN FOUND. (HE IS THE HANDSOME APE WITH THE TURBAN)
Then Mojo returns to his search.
"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"
He searches under chairs and tables, looks into corners and under plates. The Sparkly Pink Body-Swapping Ray Gun is nowhere to be found! He knows he left it her. Damn you, coconut-flavored alcohol. DAMN YOU!!!
He scrawls onto a piece of paper and posts the sign on the bulletin board.
LOST: ONE PINK RAY GUN. SCIENTIFIC PROTOTYPE. SENTIMENTAL TO FAMILY (BELONGED TO DEAR DEPARTED GRANDFATHER). MUST FIND OR THE WORLD WILL END.
CONTACT MOJO JOJO WHEN FOUND. (HE IS THE HANDSOME APE WITH THE TURBAN)
Then Mojo returns to his search.