After shopping for groceries and returning home, Spyro knew that his siblings didn't do their chores. The first sign was when he tried to open the door and found that it would not budge.
Frowning, he put his shoulder against it and, with three hard pushes, shoved the door open. What he found inside made him groan. Mail, addressed to him and his bothers, were everywhere, so many that they were forming heaps that almost touched the roof.
And it was one of those said piles that was blocking to doorway, but now the mail was raining down on the purple after being shoved so violently out of the way.
Angered, Spyro shouted, "Guys, get you butts down here, now!"
He waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply, nether did his other siblings show up. Frustrated, Spyro stomped off, climbing up the staircase and arrived a room that belonged to one of his brother's.
He could hear a series of beeping and chirping noises inside, and he knew that his younger sibling had shrugged off his responsibilities to play video games, like he always did.
Spyro barged in and saw that his brother was sitting on his sofa, his table heaped with junk food, and indeed playing video games.
The other chubby purple dragon turned to him, smiled innocently, and said, "Hey bro, what's up?"
"What's up?" Spyro exclaimed, "Did you see the mess downstairs? Didn't I tell you guys to clean it, Spyrro?"
Spyrro threw his paws into the air and said, "Clean, clean, clean, that's all what we do! We get hundreds of thesw fan mail everyday. We can't keep up. My eyes and paw are sore from all the reading and replying."
"I didn't," Spyro said, "ask you to read and reply. I asked you to move the mail to the garage, that's all."
Spyrro folded his arms. "That's not easy to do too," he said, "Do you know how heavy does sacks are? It feels like I'm going to break my back every time I carry one."
"It at least gets you off your lazy butt," said Spyro, "You do far too little around here. Now, I'm going to take your console away."
"No, please," Spyrro pleaded, throwing himself at his brother's feet, "Not my console! I got a late night gaming session. Please don't take it away!"
"Then I suggest you get to work," said Spyro, "And where the hell is Spy. I told him to short out the mail too."
Relieved, Spyrro rose to his feet and said, "O, him? Last time I saw him he arrived from work a few hours ago, took one look at the mail, yelled "I can't take it anymore," and stormed off."
Spyro's anger melted away and he grew very concerned when he heard this.
"Where is he?"
Spyrro shrugged his shoulder and said, "Dunno exactly where he went. He just ran out the back door. That's the last time I saw him."
Spyro nodded, already knowing a few places his youngest sibling could have gone.
"I'll be back soon," he said, "and when I come back, I want this place to be devoid of any mail, got it?"
Spyrro nodded, doing a cheesy salute. "Yes, sir!"
Spyro of rolled his eyes and left the house.
Where does he go to find his youngest brother?
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