I had a favorite toy: Soundwave (with Ravage tucked away in his chest). I also had a really good friend who's nickname was "coon", because he was known for stealing things (like a racoon), although I had never witnessed anything. Coon really liked Soundwave, always wanting to play with him when I brought him to school. One chilly December Friday afternoon as we were waiting for our buses, I was fiddling around with Soundwave and Coon asked me if he could borrow Soundwave and play with him over the weekend. I didn't really want to part with my favorite toy for a couple days, but I was a generous kid and I liked to share, so I told him it was OK, as long as he made sure to bring it back Monday.
Monday came, and it was obvious that Coon didn't have Soundwave with him. I asked him about it, and he told me that he had gone ice-fishing with his dad over the weekend. He had taken Soundwave with him. Soundwave had, apparently, fallen into the hole in the ice and was consumed by the icy depths.
I never fully believed Coon, and from that day on I never lent him another toy. The bastard probably has Soundwave sitting on a shelf right now.