One day, I lost my favorite MJ keychain.

And then, I went to go find Michael and he was in his studio looking at music sheets.

"Baby, what's the matter"?

He asked, and then pulled me into his lap when I walked up to him.

"I lost one of my favorite keychains and I—".

Small tears were dripping down on his dress shirt but Michael didn't mind.

He gently laid the side of my head down on his chest.

"It's okay, don't cry".

The dancer decided to play make believe as a detective.

He put on a pair of dark shades and a long brown button up jacket.

"Where were you when you lost it"?

I led him to the swimming pool area and we looked all around the area.

No luck there.

"Okay, so what's the next thing you remember when you lost your favorite keychain"?

Michael asked, writing down some notes on a notebook with a pencil.

"I remember when we were at the Mexican restraunt last night".

But the restaurant was closed for the day due to renovations.

Michael wasn't gonna take no for an answer.

He found the key to the front door underneath the mat.

No one was inside, and the repairs had barely even begun yet.

Michael got onto his knees and used a magnifying glass to look for clues.

"Hmm...very interesting".

He picked up an empty bottle of ketchup.

A cockroach crawled out and we both screamed loudly at the hideous sight.

I ran out the door almost immediately, with Michael Jackson following close behind.

"And then, where did you go to next"?

We both ended up at the train station in Neverland.

I got on for a ride and Michael sat down in the very back to do some critical thinking.