Glowy Z and Mr. B-M start digging through stale, indecipherable sheets of newspaper when it happens... >POOF< Mr. X: "It is I, Mr. Grieves! Here with my well dressed assistant simian Crackity Jones! My friends call me Mr. X. You haven't happened to see a man in a tiger mask around would you? I owe him something..." B-M: "Nnnnnooooo, ssssoooorrrryyyyy Miiiissssstteeeerrrrr EEEXXXXXX. IIIII jjuuuussss..." Glowy Z interrupts: "What my lumpy friend here wants to say is we just got here ourselves and thought we'd dig around and see what we could find." Mr. X: "Well, Crackity and I are the splendid hosts of a most spectacular party inside! We may be packed tightly and wrapped in this FUN bubble wrap, but it has been tea, cucumber sandwiches and general rowdiness for days in there! Allow me to introduce you to these rabble rousers... Crackity, could you help these fellows out, please?" Z: "Whoa! It's that kinda party, huh?"