You gracefully hop into inspection distance of the plushie.
This plushie is so choice you find yourself unwilling to touch it for fear of making it icky, so it usually sits on the bed.
In fact it always sits on the bed. Ever since you put it there you've taken to sleeping on a pile of clothes on the floor, somehow you believe this is ok and not in any way retarded.
Gibbon: Do a backflip.