Where is it? Nobody knows. The last time and place it was seen? On Dwight's desk, nestled in among his other rare collectibles just ripe for the bobbling. Dwight gets up to go replenish his "bottomless" coffee cup, and bada-bing! It's gone.
Could it have been ripped apart by the vicious teeth of the paper shredder? No, it's too fat for that.
Forced down the toilet pipes, perhaps. There would've been a flood, maybe even an explosion. Wow.
Maybe it's been confined to the freezer, locked in an icy abyss filled with unwelcoming sandwiches, Cokes, and Vitamin Waters.
Dwight stares at the camera, holding up a neon green piece of computer paper with the words MISSING written across the top in bold, black Sharpie. "Little Dwight has, as many in the office know, gone missing," Dwight tells us sternly. "He…he's all alone out there, in this jungle of carnivorous paper salesmen!" He straightens his tie and continues. "I'm putting these posters up all over the office, and if you see him, I'll expect you bring him back safe and sound." As his speech concludes, a small sob escapes him, and he buries his head in his hands.
"Wow…there's a reward for this," Kevin drones, pointing at one of the flyers Dwight printed up.
"Twenty-five bucks, and Dwight'll buy you all your lunches for the next three months," Jim reads, raising his eyebrows. "What a treat."
"You'll probably be the one getting the reward, Halpert," Dwight accuses stiffly. He jabs at finger at Jim, saying, "You're the one who kidnapped him!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, kidnapped him? Dwight, it's a bobblehead!"
"Did you kidnap him, Jim?" Meredith asks.
"No, Meredith, I didn't," Jim answers. "What good would a bobblehead replica of Dwight do me?"
"It does Dwight an awful lot of good," Angela mutters.
"Because it's of Dwight, Angela!" Jim insists. Pam watches Jim explain himself from her desk, grinning a little.
"I really love watching Jim talk his way out of things," Pam tells the camera. "He doesn't do it a lot, but when he does…it's pretty funny."
Attracted by the chaos beginning to form in his domain, Michael saunters out of his office casually.
"What's goin' on?" he asks. "What'd I miss?"
"Michael!" Dwight cries, as if a savior has been sent into the room. "Jim stole my bobblehead!" He points his finger at Jim again. Jim lifts his hands up and shakes his head.
"Search my desk," he invites. "I'll guarantee you, it's not there."
Michael turns to the camera and smiles a little. "Whh-ell, Jim just invited us to take a little tour through his desk!" He laughs clapping Stanley on the back. Stanley looks up at him irritably. "Let's do it!"
Michael walks to Jim's desk, followed by a small herd of office-goers, including Dwight, Phyllis, Angela, and Kevin. Jim sneaks past them and goes to talk to Pam.
"I can't even believe this," Jim mutters, leaning on his elbows. "I mean, do you know where his bobblehead is?"
Pam shakes her head, trying to suppress her laughter. "I'll bet Dwight just misplaced it," she guesses. She reaches into her desk, pulls out something, and hands it to Jim. "Lollipop'll make you feel better," she offers. Grinning, he takes it.
Michael goes up to Jim and Pam, rubbing his hands together. "Well, there's no bobblehead in there," he says, his voice laced with that type of cheer he always seems to possess. Jim tilts his head past Michael and can see Dwight sifting frantically through his drawers, occasionally throwing something out, determined that it had to be somewhere in the desk.
"What are you gonna do now?" Toby asks softly.
"Well, Toby, I'll tell you," Michael answers. "We're...going on a rescue mission!"
Ryan stares at the camera with a face that screams that he's used to this stuff, but is still stunned at whatever new antics Michael comes up with. "Yeah," he says, glancing at his shoes. "We're off to rescue Dwight's bobblehead."