Mess

“It must be here somewhere!” A frustrated Michael screamed as he threw some of Ashleys’ clothes into the air. He had been house-sitting for her this week and had used the Medallion of Zulu to turn himself into a copy of her on the very first day. Throughout the week, he tried on just about every piece of clothing she owned, and he assumed the medallion must have gotten lost somewhere in the pile. He needed to find that medallion into order to transform back into himself. He needed to clean all these clothes. Yet he was also running out of time. There was no way he’d be able to get it all done before Ashley returned, but the last thing he wanted to have to explain is why he looked like an exact copy of her.