Where was that cry for help coming from? Oliver peered behind him and spotted prefect Dot stranded on a cushion. Never fear, Oliver was here. Oliver laid down on the loveseat and reached for the nearest cushion. It was just barely within reach of his fingertips. Once he had it firmly in his grasp, he threw it toward the older girl. See? He was a good person who would help others. Well he might not have helped just anyone, but Dot was nice and deserved some help.

Now he had to keep moving. Oliver glanced around him, searching for the safest route. There was a cushion behind his love seat that he would probably be able to get to. He climbed onto the back of the couch and tried to go over. Okay, maybe that had not been the best route. He reached a foot toward the cushion, but ended up falling off the back of the couch and landing in a heap on the ground. He sprang up, slightly winded but determined not to let his fall slow him down.

Wait, he had to do something before he could continue. Oliver grabbed an index card off the ground and read it. Tell a knock knock joke. That was easy enough. He turned slightly to face Dot again. He'd just saved her life, the least she could do was listen to his knock-knock joke. "Hey Dot. Knock Knock."