Mr. Scrootius slowly stroked his well groomed goatee to a point as he reclined back in the passenger seat of the moving van more than a few paces down the street from the Lenore house.

“This is going to be a tad bit trickier than we had originally projected, isn’t it Mr. Absinth?”

“It shall indeed, Mr. Scrootius.”

A small monitor shot into the dashboard of the vehicle as they both reclined further as Absinth continued, “We shall descend to the bureaucracy, consult the fantastic felonious administrator and return with solid plan.”

“Aye, what a fantastic ordeal, Mr. Absinth.”

Both gentlemen seemed to sink into their cushions until only the tip of each of their noses were visible. And then, in less than a moment, they were gone.

Mama Stork and her phalanx flew overhead as the sun slowly poked it’s head above the rooftops. 6am came all too early along side the ring of the door bell.