Wainscotting Manor 54: Gone!

Gibberish stared at Grimper, eyes full of tears.
“The coconut bonbon. It’s gone.”
Confused silence.
“His Lordship! Deceased…!”
And with that, Lord Grope snored suddenly and loudly, a noise not unlike the sound of a wildebeest farting underwater crossed with the roaring of a ferocious lion who’d just discovered that his favourite lioness had been two-timing him with a fieldmouse. This was followed by a slurred, sleepy “Don't gag, Desmond, and stop speaking with your mouth full!” before Lord Grope’s head jerked upwards, his eyes shot open and:
“What the fuck’s going on Grimper? Gibberish, get me a Scotch!”