“Sir Harold, it is time that we depart.”

Harold turned from his morning caviar omelette. “What for, William?”

“It appears that we must retrieve the gifts we have purchased for our girlfriends, Harold.”

“Why, William, I do believe I have misplaced mine.” replied Harold as he sat down at a large table to consume his small omelette.

“Curiously, mine is missing as well.” said William as he began to pace back and forth.

Harold stood up from his chair. “Let us depart then, so that we may reclaim the gifts intended for our girlfriends.”

“Splendid idea, Harold! Let us journey forth in search of our missing parcels.”

The two walked to their front door, opening it in excited anticipation of their search.

Suddenly, Harold stopped in his tracks.

“William, where is my carriage?”