[ So many things. A million things. The apartment is a whole lot less tidy than it was when he left for once, knick-knacks knocked over and random junk spread over the floor. A mighty chase has been had, Gadget yapping excitedly at something. A something that is Chuck, perched at the very top of a bookcase. ]
Ton! Help! He doesn't recognize that it's me! Stop it, stupid dog!