Inside Mr. Gadget’s desk. In the bachelor pad.
I wanted my own office, so he turned one of the spare bedrooms into his own office –and now I call that the bachelor pad. It’s the place, besides the garage, where all things that I don’t want to see must be stored. Remote control vehicles, electronics, gadgets, and whatnot.
It’s one of those corner hutch style computer desks with a few shelves and cubbyholes.
They were tucked neatly towards the back of one of the shelves.
Mystery solved.
