Imagine Jack stealing your book...
You looked through your dresser as you groaned in frustration.
Jack walked up to you with his hands behind his back "what's da matta?" He asked.
"I can't find mah notebook" you whined.
Jack smirked and he took out your notebook from behind his back.
"Give it, Jack" you ordered.
"What? Dis ol' ding?" Jack asked as he pressed the book against his lips, tapping the old cover.
"Yes!" You said.