Rubbing his eyes, Arthur descended the stairs, eagerly awaiting the glass of water that always put him back to sleep. Halfway down, the aardvark heard voices coming from the kitchen. Voices that belonged to his parents. His father had just returned home from work at his catering business late, as he sometimes did. But it never caused an argument, as it appeared to be doing now. The third-grader stopped and pressed his body against the wall, curious to hear exactly what the topic of conversation was.

"I just don't see what the problem is!" his father David was protesting.

"The problem," his mother Jane snapped. "Is that I never thought I would find something so obscene in my own wardrobe!"

This intrigued Arthur. What could she be talking about? His friend Buster had done something obscene in his wardrobe once, but he has assumed his father to be too old for that.

"Oh, you're overreacting." David insisted passively. "They can't do any harm..."

"They were just lying there, David. What if Arthur stumbled in and saw them?"

"Well, maybe it'd be good." he grumbled. "They might straighten him out a bit. Stop him hanging out with that George kid...you know I have my suspicions about him..."

Arthur heard his mother sigh. "Just promise me you'll put them in a better spot, alright?"

"Alright." David agreed. "Now, did you save me any dinner?"

"Yes, but Buster Baxter came around and ate it all."

A fist hit a table. "Didn't you tell him it was mine?"

"Of course I did. He shrugged and kept on eating."

"Christ, I hate that kid..."

Arthur quickly ran back into his room when he heard footsteps heading his way. Lying in bed, he ran the overheard conversation through his mind again and again. What were his parents talking about? What kind of obscene things had his mother been so concerned about him finding? There was only one solution. Tomorrow morning he would rummage through his parents closet and find out.

"Arthur, honey! Breakfast!"

Arthur awoke with the same moodiness he did on any other school day. It was only until he had gotten dressed and reached the middle of the stairs that last night's mystery flooded back into his mind. Hearing his mother, father and both sisters at the table, he quickly and quietly crept back up, and entered his parents bedroom.

His heart was thudding as he approached the closet. What could be in there? Jewels? Monsters? A gateway to parallel universe? He scolded himself for thinking like Buster, and with a shaking hand slowly opened the door to find...

Clothes.

Arthur let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Whatever it was he wasn't supposed to find, his father had obviously moved them the night before. Hardly believing he could be so silly, he went to close the door when he caught glimpse of something in the dark corner. He switched on the light and saw it was merely a stack of magazines lying face-down amongst his father's shoes. Surely this wasn't the big mystery? Curiously, he turned one over, and gasped. He was hardly able to comprehend what he saw.

The magazine title was Naughty, but Arthur didn't pay any attention to that. He was too busy staring at the woman on the cover. She was a bunny, but she didn't look a thing like Buster's mother. She had long blond hair, and a stunning smile. She wore nothing besides a far-too-small pink bikini, showing off her amazing figure, something Buster's mum definitely didn't have.

Heart pounding once more, Arthur quickly flicked through the pages, amazed to find even more pictures of even more beautiful women with even less on!The other magazines in the pile were all the same—it was like ten Christmases had come at once!

"Arthur, breakfast!" his mother called again.

He didn't want to leave the treasure he had just found, but he certainly didn't want his mother to come upstairs and find him leafing through it. He hurriedly hid one of them under his jumper and left the room, careful to turn the light off and close the door behind him.