“Where is he? Oh, here he comes now,” grumbled the Baron to himself. “What took you so long Fiddlefaddle? I had to wait for you since you are the only one with a key to the front door. I was just about to start looking for a window to climb into.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Fiddlefaddle dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a large skeleton key. “Nope, not this one. This is for the skeletons in the closet.”
Putting the key back into his pocket, he reached into another and found a large bundle of keys of all shapes and sizes. “We have too many locked doors, locked boxes, locked luggage,” he thought as he slowly looked for the right one. It was while he was looking for the key he noticed the glint in the Baron’s eye. “Oh no… he has that look again. He’s planning something already and I still haven't had a chance to even put my feet up,” Fiddlefaddle mumbled to himself.