Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.

Big THICK elfsie tears falling from his big round elfsie eyes, Toddles was having a hard time seeing anything and his nose was throbbing horribly. It may even be a bit bent.

Wiping his snotty nose on his elfsie potato sack, Toddles was a wee bit surprised to suddenly see three little mistresses in the corridor too! And he had never been aware of the earlier presence of the little mister. "MISTRESSESIES!" Toddles shrilly shrieked while flapping his twiggy elfsie arms up and down. "Toddles does! Toddles do!" he assured the one little mistress who had offered help as he stumbled about and scooped up some underwears and slipped them over one of his floppy ears for safe keeping.

Boxers. Tighty whities. Some that looked like strings. Toddles keeps them all safe on his earsies!

"I no know missus mistress!" Toddles blinked at another. "Toddles never sees missus mistress' underwearsies before to knows if it is missus mistress'!" Perhaps he SHOULD know since Toddles was doing studentsies laundries now. "Is it missus mistress'?"

Mister Master Headmaster would be so proud of Toddles for doing a good job and getting all the laundries back to the right studentsies!

Toddles was hooking and plopping more studentsies' things on his ears and head when another missus mistress started yelling about respecting bras and then shouting for a healer. Which made Toddles wipe his still runny slightly crooked nose again only to YELP in pain from the touch. "Toddles showing no disrespectsies, missus mistress! See?" And he then pointed to the pile on top of his head of all the things he had collected from the corridor. "Is one of these..." Distracted again, Toddles knelt down to pick up another of the brasies and became curious given its size and shape, therefore setting to wear it like a pair of goggles over his big elfsie eyes.