(Credit for the idea to that one anon) [In case you cannot read my shitty handwriting] Tord: guys have you seen Thomas? Edd: isn't he in his room playing his ukulele? (Opposite Tom plays an ukulele instead of a bass) Tord: no, I just checked. I'm worried... I haven't seen him since lunch... Edd: WHAT?! IT'S ALMOST 9PM!! WHERE COULD HE BE?! MATT STOP WATCHING TV THE BABY IS GONE!!! Matt: GOSH he's 20 years old, not 5- Edd: BUT WHAT IF SOMEONE HURT HIM?!? Matt: *repeats hurt him x3 in his head imagining Tom crying for help) oh no... THOMAS!! *LATER at 10pm* Edd: *panicking* Tord: *crying* Matt: guys I found him Tord: huh?! Edd: REALLY?? Tom: *was sleeping on the fridge* Matt: he's been up there all along. All this shut for the cookie jar. Tord: *faints the fuck out*