I need some answers.

I'm not sure whether I woke up, or arrived home, but when I realized I was at my childhood house, I could tell it was on fire. This was the house that my parents had lived in for twenty years, the house they had bought when it was small, and the house that they had renovated to make bigger. The house wasn't actually my house, because my house was never renovated, and it was actually situated in the neighborhood where my neighbors across the street had their house. I'm not completely sure that the location of the house really matters though.

Anyway, I arrived home, and realize that it was on fire. But, it wasn't a normal fire, because parts of the house were fine. Other parts though, specifically the parts that were near my parents bedroom, seemed to emanate a dull orange glow through the windows. Had to be flames.

I went in, searched around, and things got warmer and colder depending on where I was, but I never saw any flames. I was sure the place was on fire, and so I kept searching around. Then, I went outside to look around, and came across a gigantic stuffed animal crane game. I'm talking huge, like with stuffed animals larger than humans. I busted out a dollar bill, uncrinkled it, and put it in the machine. I went for the gem: the giant purple people eater stuffed animal. With one go, I missed. After failing, I decided to continue investigating the fire. But just think about that for a second, how badass would it be to play a stuffed animal crane game that yielded stuffed animals larger than humans?

I kept walking around the house (which had this giant stuffed animal crane game attached to the back) and decided I'd better call the fire department. I called them and then went inside to chill (non-pun?). Soon they came, and my dad went outside to talk to them. But, given that I had managed the investigation of the fire and the dispatching of the firefighters, I emerged from the house and quickly took the lead. This happened only after I had gone into the basement and done a little last minute investigation. The results were mind-blowing.

Right above the washing machine, I saw a spark. This spark was coming from a broken 4" PVC pipe that had a few wires coming out of it. I then realize: this was an electrical fire! We'd been fighting this fire intermittently with water, throwing it towards the dull orange glow, but never actually seeing flames. The floor of the basement was wet, the insulation above the sparking wires was smoldering. This was all happening around the brick chimney of the house that ran through to the roof. The fire was solely running through the insulation around the chimney. This was a slow-mover, for sure, but unless we stopped it the house would eventually be in ruins.

I investigated the wiring a bit more and realized something incredible. The wiring was specifically powering the washer/dryer in the house (which were peculiarly branded with the Facebook logo), AND (wait for it..), the gigantic stuffed animal crane machine! So, my question is, despite the fact that the circuit had clearly shorted and was causing my childhood home to burn down, how did the crane machine still work, initially giving me hope of winning, and then ultimately denying me the pleasure of having, my own giant one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater stuffed animal?