"Pinched my gadget," Toffee insisted. "The one with the button."
"Now just a minute," the judge said a little wildly. "Wasn't it the blonde woman who had her gadget pinched?"
"Don't be silly," Toffee said. "She hasn't a gadget to be pinched."
"She hasn't?" the judge said in a startled whisper. "What happened to her gadget?"
"I guess she just didn't have one in the first place," Toffee said. "You can't just go out and buy them, you know."
The judge turned to the cop. "Do you know anything about why this blonde woman doesn't have a gadget?" he asked interestedly.
"Search me," the cop said. "I didn't know she didn't. Maybe it's because her husband's a butcher. Maybe...."
"Don't," the judge cried, shuddering. "Don't go on! I don't even want to think about it."
"Well, who cares about her gadget anyway?" Toffee asked bewilderedly. "It's my gadget I'm trying to tell you about."