Sometimes this story will involve the canon of my story But I Just Want to Tell You I Love You! where Daniel Tosh is a correspondent and John Oliver is a correspondent at the same time Stephen is.

Quote Two: Stephen and the Case of the Missing Marshmallows

Where the fuck are my marshmallows? –Stephen Colbert, marshmallow enthusiast

Stephen walked into the kitchen near Jon's office in a happy mood. Today was the first snow of the winter, and boy was it cold. But Stephen liked the winter. Not only was snow fun to play in—he enjoyed acting like a child every once in awhile, and making snowmen and throwing snowballs at Jon were the only time Jon would allow it without yelling at him (unless the snowball hit Jon in the face, then the fun was over)—but hot chocolate was his favorite.

He grabbed a coffee mug out of the cabinet and fished out the packet of hot chocolate powder from the cupboard. He decided to fill the cup with milk instead of water, since hot chocolate milk tasted so much better than just water. He set the cup in the microwave but before he set a time, he spotted a bag of mini marshmallows on top of it.

"Aww, kick ass!" Stephen swiped the unopened bag and gazed at them intently. "Even better!" he tossed the bag on the table behind him and set the correct time (ever since the cake-exploding incident a few months back, someone normally monitored him when he operated any electronic in the kitchen. But Stephen figured two minutes wouldn't be so bad).

He stared at the mug as it spun in the microwave, not being able to wait to taste the delicious drink. He knew he was going to have to wait a few minutes for it to cool down anyway, but he was tempted to just yank it out and just sip it real quick anyway. But then he imagined Jon yelling at him for burning his tongue for the eight millionth time in the past few months, so he opted against it.

The microwave beeped, indicating it was done heating. Stephen grabbed an oven mitten and carefully removed the mug from the microwave, immensely proud of himself for not dropping it. He blew on it for a minute to try to cool it down, then turned around to reach for the marshmallows…

…That suddenly weren't there.

Stephen stared at the empty table for a moment. He didn't even bother looking elsewhere, for he knew that he had just set the bag of marshmallows there.

Where did they go?

"Hey, Stephen!" Daniel Tosh entered the kitchen at the precise time to find Stephen staring in almost horror at the empty table. He paused. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Where the fuck are my marshmallows?"

"What?"

"Where the fuck are my marshmallows?"

Daniel was caught by surprise at Stephen's serious tone. If looks could kill, that table would have a huge hole in it.

"Stephen…?"

"I can't enjoy my hot chocolate without marshmallows!" Stephen slammed his fist on the table and glared at Daniel. "Where are they?!"

"How the fuck should I know? I just walked in here!" Daniel waved his hands, trying not to laugh. Stephen was going a little overboard with this, but it was pretty hilarious.

Stephen then stormed around him and took off toward the set. Daniel snickered as he follow behind him, knowing that he was going to explode at everyone he saw.

Stephen stepped on the set and spotted Ed Helms looking over a script.

"You!" Stephen shouted and pointed at him, and Ed looked up.

"Hey, Stephen," Ed smiled. "What's u—?"

"Did you take my marshmallows?!"

Ed blinked. "What?"

"The mini marshmallows that were sitting on the table in the kitchen! Did you take them?"

"Stephen, I haven't even walked in the kitchen at all today."

"What's going on?" Rob Corddry walked up to them, and Stephen turned his glare to Rob.

"Maybe you did it!" Stephen now pointed the accusing finger at Rob and almost jabbed him in the eye.

"What the hell, Stephen?" Rob smacked Stephen's hand out of his way.

"Did you take his marshmallows, Rob?" Ed chuckled, still not understanding Stephen's ordeal with these marshmallows but figuring it'd be hilarious to poke fun at the bald man.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Rob looked at Ed liked he was insane. "Marshmallows?"

"Stephen's misplaced his marshmallows, so we're just wondering if you took them," Ed explained.

"I didn't misplace them, someone stole them!" Stephen yelled.

"Sounds like someone lost their marbles, too," Rob crossed his arms and Ed chuckled.

Stephen glanced around and caught Steve Carell walking onto the set.

"STEVE!" Stephen shouted across the set, and everyone turned their heads toward Stephen. Rob and Ed waved their hands dismissively as if to say they had no idea what Stephen was going on about. Steve turned his attention to Stephen and ran over to him.

"Wow, Stephen," Steve laughed, "what a great way to get someone's atten—"

Stephen grabbed his collar and pulled him close. "You took them, didn't you?"

Steve made a puzzled face. "What?"

"Yeah, Steve, where are Stephen's marshmallows?" Rob gave a hearty laugh and Ed snickered.

"The hell?" Steve held up his hands. "I didn't take anything!"

Stephen stared at him accusingly before letting go of his shirt. "Dammit, where the hell are they?"

"Are you sure you looked around before you began accusing people of stealing these marshmallows?" Ed asked.

"Someone had to have taken them!" Stephen shook his fists in frustration. "They were right on the table and then—!"

Stephen paused and everyone turned toward where he was looking to spot John Oliver walking over to them. He was munching on something and was holding a bag…of marshmallows.

"My marshmallows!" Stephen shoved Steve out of his way and stomped toward John.

"Wha?" John said while shoving a few of the mini marshmallows in his mouth. "Wha's hup?"

Stephen snatched the bag out of the Brit's hand. "You took my fucking marshmallows!"

"Well, damn, I didn't know they had a name on them?" John examined the bag. "Oh, wait, they don't. I saw them on the table and I wanted some, so I took them."

Stephen huffed in annoyance and walked away back toward the kitchen. Ed, Rob and Steve stood next to John and the Brit spun around, noticing Daniel and Samantha Bee walk up.

"Wow, new lesson, ask Stephen before you take something, even if it's not his," John crossed his arms. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Did I miss something?" she questioned. Everyone but John chuckled. Then they all jumped when they heard someone yelling pretty loudly.

"DAMMIT, NOW MY HOT CHOCOLATE IS COLD!"

The simple solution would be to warm it up again, Stephen. XD

Wow, I think this is the first time I wrote a story/chapter involving Stephen that didn't have Jon in it. :O

~Midori