It's 7:30 AM on a Monday, and you're running late for your meeting. Your alarm clock, a trusty old Sony boombox, is blaring "Who Let the Dogs Out" for the third time this week.
As you frantically press snooze, the clock on your wall starts to spin wildly, like a madman's top spinning out of control.
As you stumble out the door, you're met with the sweet, sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen.
But, oh no! The coffee machine has been taken over by a mischievous gang of coffee-drinking octopuses, who have rigged it to spit out an endless supply of bitter, lukewarm swill.
As you rush to the office, you're confronted with a baffling crime scene: the break room is in disarray, with donut boxes shattered, crumbs scattered everywhere.
The culprit? A rogue pastry-loving ninja, rumored to be hiding in the ceiling tiles, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.