6x Monkey Mart High Quality — Classroom

It was 2:15 on a sleepy Wednesday at , and Mrs. Davison had just stepped into the supply closet to hunt for a working whiteboard marker. The moment the door clicked shut, the room transformed.

A tiny, squeaky “ Peh-chew! ”

For a long, horrible second, no one spoke.

She was coming back.

But then—. Jingle-jangle-clunk.

Mrs. Davison blinked. Then her face broke into the widest smile Classroom 6X had ever seen.

“You found him,” she said softly. “I wondered when you would.”