Late night idea I should really workshop when I’m not so brainrotted

Beloved purchased eight pairs of pants [shorts, trousers, slacks, jeans, IDEK] and only three of these can be readily located now.

Me: [Jokingly] There’s a gremlin in this house eating pants.

Me: [Thinks] hey that’s like the hippopotamus on the house eating cake…

Me: That’d probably make a great kid’s story about all the rando stuff that goes missing. Of course it culminates with moving the bed and finding all the stuff underneath and the kid’s like, “See? I told you the monster did it.”

Me: Fuck, now I wanna draw it. What did you DO TO ME?

Beloved: I don’t know…

So I shall probably float this by some people when I have a more rational and allegedly operable brain.