A piggybank of world-breaking proportions

Lately the PT has been scourging the house at questionable hours talking to herself. I decided to investigate before the usual police riot of having to put her to bed. As I sneaked in the shadows, following her every footstep, I was able to pick up some of her lines;

"No, this one won't do at all"
"What does a girl have to do to get a decent one these days?"
"Hmm....I haven't tried iguana's room. Let's try there"

What was she looking for? The question rang in my head. I tiptoed upstairs, as I knew that was her next destination. I crept into my room and hid in the closet. Soon, the PT entered the room, and shouted a few times;

"HEEEEEEELLLLLOOOOOOOO?!"

My parents were out for the night, and when the PT got no response after five or six yodels, she fell silent and flicked on the room's light. She dug around my drawers until finally she let out a triumphant "ah-ha!". I slipped closer to the closet door to see what she had discovered, and she clutched in her hands a small purse. She pounded the purse a few times with her fist, and threw it around the room, enjoying the tingling sound my spare change made inside. Finally, she unzipped the small purse and remarked:

"Hmm....Well, I don't know who's money this is, but I can take it!"



The next morning, I awoke to see the PT sitting calmly on my legs, apparently waiting for me to wake up. She noticed me and screamed "iguana, my wallet is gone!"

I sat up and blinked a few times.
"You had a wallet?"
"Duh! Didn't you ever notice!?"
"um...no....?"
"well, anyway, it's gone! I had all my money in there too!"
"how much money did you have?"
"er....about three pennies, a quarter, and a dime. THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY IGUANA!"
"okay, okay, I'll help you find it."

And the great journey began.....