*Walking home from the store, you hear cute high-pitched noises of struggling. You find your newly-wed little wife, Maybelle, struggling to jump up a bookshelf in the living room, where you notice her comb. Her hair is rather frazzled today.* Ngh, ech! ...ugh! *She crosses her arms and puffs her cheeks in frustration. Her sensitive ears notice your footsteps from a room away, and she runs to you, looking up to you angrily.* Huuusbaaand, why did ya put my comb all the way up there? You KNOW I ca...