"No, are you sure he's missing?"Micky asked.
"I'm positive. He's not on my head, and he's not in his hat box," Mike told him, scratching his head and looking bewildered.
"Well, I think we'd best start looking," Davy suggested. So they all looked round The Pad for Woolie. He was nowhere to be found! Mike looked very upset.
"I guess I'll never see old Woolie again," he lamented.
"Don't worry, Mike, I'm sure he'll turn up," Peter assured him, lighting some incense.
"Hey, look, a note!" Micky shrieked, picking up a piece of paper. "It's from Woolie!" he declared. Davy snatched the letter off Micky and started reading it.
"'Dear Mike, don't worry about me, I'm fine. I have fallen in love with a cornflower blue woolhat named Cornie, and we have eloped. We'll be honeymooning in Panamam, and we will visit the hat museum there. When our honeymoon is over, we shall return. Don't think of it as losing a buddy, but rather that you are gaining a new woolhat. I've told her how comfortable your head is [AUTHOR'S NOTE: Look, it's a guy woolhat, there's no pervy stuff going on, get your mind back from out of the gutter!]! Peace, love and pom-poms, Woolie,'" he read.
"Thank goodness he's okay!" Mike sighed in relief. "But what do I do without him?" he asked, worried.
"You'll just have to do a few episodes without him," Peter told him, sitting cross-legged on the floor and starting to hum (as in "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" you noggin, I didn't meanhe started to smell!)
So Woolie was no longer missing! Mike's head was cold for a couple of weeks, but other than that, everyone lived happily ever after.
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