There was a shuffling sound in the maze behind him, like maybe someone else was foolish to be out at night. Or maybe there was a bear. He really hoped there was a bear, because... well... he'd like to meet a bear, and where else would one run across a bear, other than in an a-maize-ing maize maze?

Other than the woods or a zoo, obviously. And sometimes they wandered into cities and pushed around dumpsters, which he thought was pretty boss too.

Gosh, bear, stop being so distracting. "Unless you're a grizzly or a polar, I don't have time for you. Black, brown, or koala, you better just keep on shuffling." Because Mo had to find Pluto and get the heck out of here. There was cocoa to drink and sleep to be had and still other thingies in the sky to find and sigh.

"I lied. If you're black, brown, or koala, I still have time for you. Strictly speaking, if you're koala, you aren't really a bear. No offense." Mo stretched back again in search of Pluto, since he had laid the bear issue to rest. Maybe he was trying to distract himself from looking for Pluto since he felt SO bad for it. Like one day you think you're a planet with all the other cool planets, and the next some scientists decide you're just a... dwarf planet. There were MOONS called dwarf planets.

Only losers were dwarf planets.

"Sorry, Pluto," Mo whispered when he finally managed to spot the dwarf planet using his telescope. Did the other planets still invite him over for their birthday parties, or was he too uncool for that now? It was so SAD.