Typical...

....you turn your back for a split second, and the fiesty little ewok is into mischief. Again. When it comes to tissue boxes, I swear to god that he has a pair of stilts hidden away somewhere in this flat so that he can reach. Clearly there ain't no mountain high enough.

Call me suspicious, but I'd say Rufus knows it's my last night of babysitting and is mucking up because he thinks there won't be any consequences.