Songbird watched everything get thrown aside, she had no idea what most of it was, but startles at the jack-in-the-box and springs. Their sudden and erratic movement startled her. So was so vested in what the strange blob was doing, she almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming toward the door. 

“R-r-r-r-r” She struggled to speak through her stutter, “r-r-run!” she finally managed as the doorknob jiggled. 

She sat on the floor of the cage a little ways away from the bars, her head buried in her knees which were tucked to her chest, unwilling to see what would happen to the blob if he was caught.

“Hmm?”

And then he heard her say “run” and the doorknob jiggle. His eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t exactly want to be caged too.

Thinking quickly, he pulled a push broom out from behind his back and swept everything back into his hammerspace.

There was still the issue of himself, though…

Right as the door was opening, he leapt into one of the desk drawers, which closed behind him. He hoped he wouldn’t be spotted, but it was hard to say. Tropes were very fickle things.