Nastasia: You called, Sir?

Count Bleck: Yes. Nastasia. I have a very important problem that needs solving. I've already questioned the minions, and now I need to know if you have my answer.

Nastasia: K, um, what's the problem?

Count Bleck: [exasperated] Somebody stole Count Bleck's pie! He was looking forward to eating that!

Nastasia: Your pie, Sir?

Count Bleck: Yes. Everyone else has already denied taking it.

Nastasia: Um, was it a slice of cherry pie with some whip cream on top?

Count Bleck: Correct, but how did you know? It-it couldn't possibly have been you?!

Nastasia: Um, no, but I got up for a glass of water last night and saw you eating it. You didn't forget, did you?

Count Bleck: Uh...

Nastasia: Count! What am I going to do with you?

Count Bleck: Well, this is truly embarrassing. It was Count Bleck who stole his own pie.

Nastasia: How could you forget something like that?! Well, I guess it was three in the morning...

Count Bleck: Now I remember. [wistfully] I had a wonderful dream about pie.

Nastasia: I suppose you, um, could've been sleep walking, er, eating, that is.

Count Bleck: Yes, well, I suppose apologies are in order.

Nastasia: I hope you didn't scare them too much...