Timby was nowhere to be seen t his usual haunts - in the garden sniffing the bark, in the kitchen making a mess, or in the attic rearranging the dinosaur mannequins. Nixy was a tad worried.

By this time he had searched the entire house and was in a state of panic wandering the streets. Just then it hit him:

The local office building! Timby had never been there before in his life, but it just made so much sense that Nixy went to it straightaway.

"Timby, you must be smart if you can draw that well!"

"No, this isn't my desk."

"Then what have you done with the real artist?

"Timby... Where did you get those clothes?"