A/N: A (real) drabble inspired by lunabelle. THANKS.
Ben had suggested this as a last minute joke-turned-precaution before selling their old house. It was his fault he was bug-eyed when he returned with the wand black light. April tried to glare at him but he didn't seem to want any eye contact.
"Oh my God, guys," he said.
"What? Did you find my shoes under your bed?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, Ben. What'd you find?" April smirked.
"There aren't enough washing machines in Pawnee to fix this," he muttered, lost in thought. April and Andy high five, leaving Ben as he shouted after them, "And my bed!?"