(In case you're wondering where I've been, it's simple: I'm doing my standard method. I start something, and then I disappear off the face of the earth. Hey, at least this one's had anything. I continue to apologize to all 0 of you waiting for KAFTMOD.)

Well, it had gone as you might expect after that. Immense chaos had erupted upon reveal of the trophy not being… proper. And so, in that chaos, Oona and Olympia slipped out. On the way back to the house, Olympia asked, "Whose fault do you think this is?"

"I have no idea!" said Oona.

"Really?" replied Olympia.

"Of course it's the boy's fault!" said Oona, "What else? We were winning! Anyways, let's get back home."

And so, they got back to Charlie Brown's house. As you'll remember, he's been letting them stay there. And when they got there, the boys were already back there, having slipped out as well. And do you know what they had with them?

"We got it, guys!" said Oscar.

"Yay!" said Olympia, "We did it!"

Oona punched Olympia in the arm. "We're supposed to be mad at them!" she whispered.

"Why?" asked Olympia, also whispering.

"Because they wrecked the trophy!" said Oona.

"Oh yeah," said Olympia. "We had that trophy, without you guys interfering. You didn't need to do that."

"Ah well," said Otis, "it happened. When something happens, you just move on. Don't judge people for the past. That's how it's always worked for me!"

"Oh, come on, that's a terrible philosophy!" said Olympia.

"Well, anyways, what's left on the list?" said Otis.

"A tumbley weed [sic], a four-dimensional birdhouse, and a sports coat." said Oscar, glad to have another line.

"Anyone got any ideas where any of these could be?" asked Olympia.

"I've got nothing," said Oscar.

"I've got so little information, the only way I could have less is if there was a 0 number hog in town," said Oona.

"I've got an idea," said Otis.

"What?" said the others, at once.

"Well, we need a tumbley [sic] weed, do we not?" said Otis.

"Yes, that's on the list," said Oscar, who checked again needlessly.

"We're not going to find those in this town, are we?" said Otis.

"Well, they do tend to be in the desert," said Oona, "But how are we supposed to get there?"

"I… may have a method," said Otis.

"What?" asked Olympia.

"Well, you know how I'm sleeping in the doghouse…" said Otis.

"Yes, yes," said Olympia, "We know. Are you good with that, by the way? It is a dog house, after all."

"It's fine," said Otis, "Honestly, a bit… big."

"No it's not!" said Olympia, "I've seen it."

"Come and see," said Otis. And they all followed him out to the backyard, forcing me to break from my habit of only using dialogue. Actions are hard, okay? When they got there, Otis pointed to the doghouse, and said "Go in."

"In there?" asked Oona, "It's so… small. And there's four of us, are there not?"

Otis counted. "1, 2, 3, 4. Yep, 4. Should be fine, though. Trust me." And so, he entered the doghouse. Everyone shrugged, and followed.

Now, if you'll remember from earlier, the doghouse is, in fact, quite big inside. To be honest, it's a nice place in there. Rather homey. Got a billiard table, a (unused) bedroom, plenty of amenities, just a great place. You'll also remember that Snoopy lives in this house. Well, he really lives atop it, but he was inside.

He was playing pool on the aforementioned billards table. And then these people just walked in, uninvited! Eh, he was this close to giving up anyway. (I don't think he knows how to play. He seems to be using… golf clubs?) He looked at the people.

There were four people, all of them roughly young looking, and dressed in official looking uniforms. In the lead there was blonde boy in a blue uniform with hair which looked vaguely fashionable, although Snoopy was, of course, no World-Famous Hairstylist or anything. He also looked somewhat familiar to Snoopy, although Snoopy had no idea where from. Right behind him was a little red-haired girl (not the Little Red-Haired Girl, of course), dressed in a similar uniform. These were obviously the main leaders of this group. Then, following them, there was a taller boy, blonde hair again, in a white uniform and green bow-tie, the sort of thing a World-Famous Scientist might wear, Snoopy thought. He had to duck to get in. Then, finally, there was another girl, brown hair this time, with a similar uniform. Snoopy could not think of any particular remarks on this figure. Finally, they were all inside.

"I'll talk to him," said the younger looking boy.

That boy came up to Snoopy. "We need to get to the desert. Can you help with that?"

Snoopy saluted. This was a job for the World War 1 Flying Ace.

(And, a job for next time. See you hopefully soon!)