"Ooh, Brad!" says little Milton as you gently squeeze your fingers together.
Milton turns to you, stands up, and drops his pants to his ankles.
"Jesus Christ!" you gasp involuntarily.
Milton's penis!
It's gone!
"Milty!" you shout. "Where's your... your... thingie?"
Milty giggles, but doesn't understand what you're talking about.
"Milton, where is your wee-wee?" you ask him, pointing at both your crotch and his to illustrate.
Milton smiles and nods his head.
"Milton J. Papamagaritus," you say, exasperated, "where is Marty?!"
Milton has a look of sudden comprehension on his face.
"Eva!" he shouts.
"No," you say. "Marty, your penis! Where is-- Oh! Eva has Marty?"
Milton nods and then begins sobbing loudly.
You console him.
"Milty... Milty, its all right. We'll get Marty back to his proper place. Don't you worry about it, OK?"
Milty stops sobbing and looks up at you smiling.
"Let's go look,"
you say...