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Gordon calmly moseyed down the street, looking around for his ridiculous friend. "Waaaaldo." he called out. "Where'dya go, eh?" Gordon said with a sigh, holding the neatly folded towel over his arm.
Waldo stopped for a minute, sensing something different about the neighborhood. He froze and looked around, surveying the area. He couldn't put his nose on it, he just knew something was there that wasn't there before. "People?" He curiously said to himself as he trotted over to the house with the damaged mailbox.