Socks pointed to the empty round socket.

“It needs the oddly shaped brass gear. It’s the only one that fits.”

He checked his pockets, then his tool tray, then his pockets again.

Chip’s face lit up.

“All right. We need a search plan.”

Chef Crumbs folded his hands around the cookie tray.

“Maybe check calmly first. Otherwise we’ll all look in the same places.”

Mo raised his mug.

“You all will. Watch.”

Dozer turned over, gave one contented snore, and pulled the blanket closer.