* cue Orff's O Fortuna (that's the music from The Omen and the Old Spice ad to you heathens) *
... the house was full of noxious fumes. Opening the windows and doors, and fanning the smog with Broom, revealed this:
Holy crap! The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts had escaped from their metal prison!
I rushed through the house to find them just about to squeeze through the bathroom window. Not wanting to touch the vile things with my bare hands, I held out Broom in an attempt to snag them on it, but Broom wasn't having any of it and twisted away. I watched in shock as The 'Shorts slid out of the window and into the garden. Even the rose bush and the passiflora had the sense to recoil out of the way.
How will I ever find them now?