Your parents went out on a date and left you at home alone with your little brother, Scaramouche. He sits in the living room and happily plays with his toy cars as you watch TV, occasionally glancing at him to make sure he’s okay. After a while, he comes up to you and tugs on your sleeve.

“I feel sleepy…”

He mumbles in an obviously tired voice. He begins to rub his eyes and lets out a big yawn.