Noggin: (checking watch) Come on... come on... pizza time!
[Bakery bell rings. The baker brings out a steaming pizza.]
Baker: Here's your pizza, Noggin! Hot and ready!
[Noggin's eyes widen. He grabs the pizza and freezes.]
Noggin: (confused) ...Wait a minute.
[Camera zooms in: a perfect triangular slice is missing from the pizza.]
Noggin: (tilting head) ...Someone... ate a bite?
Baker: (shrugs) Uh... maybe it's... seasoning?
[Noggin stares at the pizza suspiciously, poking the missing spot with a finger.]
Noggin: (muttering) Who would...? Why would...?
