Rupert's Dad stands by the kitchen counter, still puzzled by the strange whooshing sound and the trail of cheese crumbs he discovered in the attic the night before. The quiet is interrupted only by the house’s gentle creaks and the clink of his mug against the countertop. "Schmoops! It's time for your walk…are you coming with us, Roops?" His words echo up the staircase, receiving no reply.
Rupert's Dad sets down his mug and grabs Schmoops’ lead and heads towards the front door, only to spot a peculiar trail of cheese crumbs zigzagging up the staircase.
Rupert's Dadquietly slips into his own bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. He peers out, curiously watching Rupert and Schmoops head towards the attic. He waits a while, heart pounding in his chest, before deciding to follow them. From outside the door he hears the familiar whooshing sound and then silence.
Rupert's Dad bursts through the attic door, eyes darting across the mess. He calls out, desperation creeping into his voice. "Roops? Schmoops? Where are you?" Only the quiet hum of the neighborhood outside answers him. He sits heavily on an old trunk, scratching his head in disbelief and scanning the attic for clues, desperate to piece together the puzzle.
Suddenly the air in the attic changes, a vibrant colourful mist appears and swirls around him. Out of the mist a brightly lit cardboard contraption starts to materialise.
