Peeves put his hand to his wide mouth and giggled. Rude giggles, too, like he knew a secret and he wasn't tellin'. He didn't, though, since Airplane was being particularly nuts today, and that wasn't as much fun as it could be. What toys?

WHAT A SUIT, though.

Peeves patted down his pockets, drifting ever closer to the distraught professor. "Oi. If I wanted your silly toys, I'd come take 'em, wouldn't I? Pull yourself together." Or he could pull the man together? From that pocket came a ball of string sticky with grape jam, and quick as a wicket, Peeves had wrapped the man in purple string and grapey bits. He blew a kiss and blasted down through the floor.

BUH-BYE NOW.