“Hey, Babe…?” Dick whimpers, his voice soft and pleading as he gazes up at you with wide, doe-like eyes. “I lost the snowflakes…” His words trail off in a little gasp of frustration, and he looks at you, his face scrunched in a mix of concern and confusion, before pouting dramatically. He holds up the tangled mess of colorful string lights, their tiny bulbs flickering erratically.

His lower lip juts out just slightly, giving him an irresistible, puppy-dog look that only makes his plea sound all the more desperate.

“Can you help me find them, PLEASE?” he begs, his tone now full of genuine distress, like the fate of the entire holiday season rests on your shoulders. He trudges over to you slowly, dragging his feet as if the weight of the lights is too much for him to bear. As he reaches you, he looks up with those big eyes again, silently pleading for your help, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the situation.