"The little rascal seems to be asleep like a peaceful baby in a pile of soft cushioned pillows and clouds!"

"Hello skeleton looking fellow, have you seen my compadre Max?"

"Well I just have to keep searching."

"He does? But how does he do it?"

"Oh, sorry! My fingers must've slipped."

"Thanks, but you must've mistaken me for that young puppy child rascal of yours. The name's Sam. I normally have my little buddy, Max with me, but he doesn't seem to be on right now. We're freelance police!"

"WHOA WHOA WHOA NOW little girl, he's okay! He's tucked in bed like a baby lamb with his great granny and mama in a farm. I wouldn't wake him up if I were you."