Charlie has lost his GWEEN light sabre from his happy meal

And nothing could be more urgent.

He gave me 100 minutes to look for it before 'dere is an emergency' and is counting backwards. It goes something like this:

One hundred
ninety-nine
eighty-eight
seven-n-seven
seven-n-eight
no, dat is not it.
One hundred
ninety-nine
eighty-eight
NO YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME TO FOLD DA LAUNDRY! IT IS INSIDE AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS!
one hundred . . . .