Inside the craft room was Goob, trying to pick up a paper.

Goob's face contorts in frustration, his big, bright eyes fixed on the elusive prize. A simple piece of paper taunts him, teasingly out of reach.

His sturdy claws grasp and swipe, but the paper slips away, maddeningly elusive. Goob's usually cheerful demeanor darkens.

"...so annoying..."

Goob mutters as he stares intently at the taunting paper.