Theodore, as carefully as he could, checked over ever square inch 
of his car, his office, his gym locker, everywhere.  He rummaged through 
a couple of old filing-cabinets, tossing out documents and binders by the
handful.  Under the sofa he saw only thirty-three cents - no tape.  Not on 
the bookshelf.  What about in the VCR?  He probably had used it in the 
past eighteen months, but perhaps the tape was put back in there 
somehow, maybe by the housekeeper.  He got down on his knees so that 
he could see the VCR, which was under the television.  He tried to peek in 
through the door on the front of the machine but could not see.  He shoved 
his hand into the slot to feel around, and was promptly shocked by a line 
surge at just that moment.  
	Upon waking up in the morning, he found that he had been 
metamorphisized into a man-sized video-cassette tape, the one he had 
been looking for!

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