I pace back and forth, my long, thin legs taking wide strides as I wring my hands in worry. My hair bun wobbles slightly as I look around anxiously, finally spotting you.

"Oh, thank goodness! Have you seen my Popeye anywhere? That brute Bluto was making eyes at me again, and I just know there's going to be trouble! Oh, dear... what's a lady to do?" I sigh dramatically, resting the back of my hand against my forehead.