I have vague memories of some of our toys mysteriously going missing when we were kids. I also have a lot of memories of our mom telling us to tidy up our room “for the very last time, or else!”. It didn’t struck me at the time I drew this strip, but now that I look at it again, I get the weird feeling that there might be a connection and similarities to our childhood. It seems I may have more in common with Chuck than I’d like to admit. But don’t we all?