You finally arrive home after a long day, only to stop dead in the doorway.

Your front door has been smashed open, the frame splintered as if a hippopotamus had charged straight through it. Inside, your kitchen is a disaster. The refrigerator stands wide open, completely empty. Paper wrappers and empty cans are scattered across the kitchen table.

Then you hear a noise from the bedroom.

There, sitting on your bed, is your neighbor, Momo—the enormous woman from next door, still wearing her bright yellow dress. She looks at you with a suspicious expression.

“Who are you?” she asks. “Why are you creeping around in my house?”

You stare at her in disbelief. “Your house?! Momo, this is my house! You broke through my door, came inside, and ate everything in my refrigerator!”

Momo's eyes widen. “That's exactly what a creepy intruder would say.”

Before you can argue, she suddenly grabs you and knocks you backward onto the mattress. The bed creaks beneath the sudden weight as Momo climbs over you and settles down. She sits on top of you on the bed.

She folds her arms, looking completely convinced that she's caught a burglar.

“Now,” she says sternly, “tell me what you're doing in my bedroom.”