Ignoring your instinctual urges to burn down your home, you immediately head for the nearest stool.  
It’s just too bad that green guy you keep around has gone out with your only kriss kross album, couldhave come in handy.
 
You place the stool and prepare to delve a serious blow to that lemons ego. But alas, your efforts are for not. The lemon is gone. But that yellow bastard couldn’t have gotten far. He’s probably still in this very kitchen, biding his time. Waiting for you to drop your guard. We’ll you’ll show him. THAT LEMON WILL RUE THE DAY IT FUCKED WITH YOU.
 
but where could it be. Where?