After the duo were helped out of the graves, both non-Toon weasels continued looking at one another with his grandmother rubbing Nack's face with a napkin, despite embarrassed.
Kayla: (grins) Nack, you grew up so handsome.
Nack: Some people say I look like a very slim Rocky of Power Rangers.
Psycho: Please don't mention Power Rangers, Nack. I mean the old ones were good, but then the newer ones came and it was all "Augh, yuck, can't take no more"!
Nack: (amazed) I can't believe you're here! Grandpa always told me you died while Nic and I were 2, long before Eggman took over Mobotopolis and the Panther King jerk took over my old home.
She only hugged the non-Toon male.
Kayla: (sighs) Oh, my poor baby. You must have been so upset. But I suppose Angus has his reasons.
Nack: Yeah. Well, where have you been all this time?
Psycho: Did you get him any presents ya wanna give him later on?
Kayla: (nervously) It's...a very complicated story. Let's just enjoy zis moment.
Nack: Grandma, there's something you should know about me: I or my friend, Psycho, almost always spoil the moment.
Just then, a Pelipper landed on Psycho's head, making a fish spit out of its mouth, which dropped in Psycho's jacket.
Psycho: (panics) AHHH! EVIL FISH! (twirling) Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!!
He continued twirling with Nack looking nervously.
Nack: (sweatdrops) I'm sorry.
Kayla: That's OK, darling: it wasn't your fault.
Later, at the Business Club, some familiar Toon Patrol members with the Toon female hunters, all blackened, groaned as they flopped to the floor.
Wise Guy: There...(coughs) wires all back!
Stupid: Let's do it again!
Wheezy: (hacks) No.
Greasy: You would NOT believe what we've been through to get ourselves free electricity just in case.
Frankie: Tell us about it.
Other Toons: Yeah.
They dropped to the floor, groaning.
Dingo: (annoyed) Aww, I just cleaned that!
At that moment, Psycho peeked in.
Don Weazo: So, did you get that straightened out or what?
Psycho: We HAD to because Katz caught the others trying to do the same thing since Nack and I didn't stick around to help them out of volunteering.
Nack: (peeking) Hey gang! Nic! I've got a big surprise for you!
Sleet: Lemme guess: You got a vasictime.
Nack: (annoyed) Don't say it like that.
As he spoke next, Nack with Psycho pulled in the familiar she-weasel.
Nack: (pointing) May I present...my grandmother!!
Everyone gasped, dropping their items with the blackened ones getting up with shock before talk randomly.
All: (randomly) Oh my! You're kidding! That's Granny Weasel? How's this possible? Can you believe it? I thought she was...
Nic: (stunned) Nack...is SHE for real?! Impossible!!
Kayla: (happily) Guten tag, Nicolette. (awkwardly) Uh, and to the rest of you.
Rouge: This is so weird.
Frankie: Yeah. It's like something out of Dickens...or "Melrose Place".
Nic: Where have you been, Granny? Did they freeze you or something?! Did Eggman held you before you were forced to flee from his tyranny before the Roboticizer showed up? What did you do?!
Sarah: Same question.
Kayla: (giggles) Oh, my, such clever friends you and Nic have. So full of questions and bright, shiny eyes.
Sleet: I don't know what to say: (mutters) I finally have a future grandmother-in-law. (nervously) He-he-he-he.
Dingo: (overhearing) Yeah. No more living vicariously through your boy guys. Ha-ha-ha-ha-
He was hit on the gut by the angered Sleet.
Sleet: Will you shut up!?
Kayla: (frowns) Hello, Sleet.
Stupid: Uh, is it me or does she know something?
Don Weazo: I take it she knows you too, Slick?
Sleet: Yes. She knew me back when I was little as well. I had known what she went through and-
Kayla: (quickly) Uh, no need to be shy. (glares) We'll talk later, wolf.
Wheezy: What's she going on about?
Stupid: Awww, don't tell me she hates wolves, too.
Kayla: It's not that, it's-
Psycho: Hey, since you were a no-show at all the big moments of my pal's life, you owe him years of back presents: Christmases, birthdays, Easters, Kwanzas, good report cards, and all that crap.
He took out his calculator from his jacket, tapping a few things.
Psycho: Hmm, 75 bucks a pop plus interest and penalties...you owe me and Nackie $22,000.
Wise Guy: I'll Kwanza you!
He smacked Psycho in the air.
He landed near the stunned grandmother.
Kayla: Young man, don't be so hard on him. (pauses) Uh, who are the others anyway? And where does your friend keep that calculator?
Psycho: That, grandma since I plan to call you that from now on, is none of your damn business.
Later, Nack with his grandmother came to his bedroom.
Nack: This is my room, and this is my dresser. It's where I keep my clothes when I'm not wearing them.
He pointed to the closet full of boots, socks, belts, and gloves.
Kayla: Oh, yes, right in the drawers.
Both of them laughed a bit with the male smiling.
Nack: (sighs) You remembered. (touched) Oh, I've missed moments like this...grandma.
A bit later, outside the club, Umana was playing with Roderick while Kayla smiled to Rouge with Batula.
Kayla: I saw all your jewels, Rouge. Zey're mighty impressive.
Rouge: Aw, I just keep them out to bug the others and make Nack jealous, heh.
Kayla: (reproachful) Don't be bashful. Vhen I was a child age, kids made fun of me because I read at the ninth-grade level.
Batula: I did too, ma'am.
Just then, the group noticed Nack holding Psycho with the latter walking with his hands as he was held.
Psycho: Hey, Granny! Look at me! Look at what I can do!
Kayla: I see you und Nack, Psycho. That's VERY nice. (to the two) Although I hardly consider "A Separate Peace" the ninth-grade level.
Rouge: Shyeah, more like preschool.
Kayla: I hate John Knowles.
Rouge: Me too.
The two laughed a bit with Nack noticing.
Nack: Hey! You're not looking!
Psycho: Awww, I had a trick planned up where I hawk up my guts and give her the scare of her life.
Nack: (yelps) Sweet potatoes on a stick that has too much butter, no!!
Kayla: You know, you two, I feel like I have an instant rapport with you.
Batula: (amazed) You didn't dumb it down! You said "rapport".
At that moment, the grandmother suddenly looked worried.
Kayla: Gotta run: Grandma stuff.
She dashed inside the building with the two, confused, looking at the police car driving by slowly, making the two suspicious.
Later, at the basement, Rouge with Batula gathered the group, minus Nack, Nic, and Psycho as the squirrel turned on the dryer.
Batula: Zere, now no one should be able to hear us.
He looked annoyed, turning it off.
Rouge: All right, we don't need the dryer.
Wise Guy: Just shut up and listen!
Dingo: WHAT!? I can't hear you! A bee stung my ears earlier!!
He pointed to his bulbish ears before the angered wolf shoved the dingo out.
Sleet: GET OUT OF HERE, YOU MORON!!
In fury, Dingo was shoved outside before the door was slammed shut.
Sleet: There, problem solved.
Rouge: There's something fishy about Kayla...whenever we ask her where she's been all this time, she changes the subject.
Batula: And just now, vhen a police car drove by, she ran into the club.
Greasy: Si, I don't trust her either. When I was going through her purse, look what I found!
He showed what appeared to be licenses along with condoms.
Wheezy: (annoyed) You didn't HAVE to bring out the condoms.
Frankie: Those weren't Greasy's when he checked.
Stupid: Ewww, she's a herm?!
Sarah: She probably doesn't like getting diseases from males that would hurt her or worse.
The fat weasel snatched the cards.
Don Weazo: Lemme see those...(reading) "Kayla Von Kriplespac", "Katie Homes", "Mona Marshall", "June Foray", "Hyden Walch"? These are the calling cards of a con artist. And I know con men. My crew's partially made of 'em!
Stupid: (shrugs) Uh, it's true.
Greasy: Well what kind of self respecting con artist would choose el loco Nack for a grandson?
Batula: Probably either a lazy one who's trying to ease into retirement or probably an impostor.
It then panned from the basement all the way toward Nack's room whom danced with Psycho.
Nack: Woo hoo! I'm so glad to have grandma back. I never realized how much I missed her!
Psycho: Isn't she the coolest?
Nic: (pauses) She's nice.
Nic: I just don't think you should get too excited about the woman who abandoned us for 25 years. I mean, either me or you could get hurt again.
Nack: First, it wasn't 25 years: it was 16 years. And second, she had a very good reason.
Nic: Which was...?
Nack: (pauses) I dunno. (sighs) I guess I was just a horrible grandkid and no grandmother would want me.
Psycho: Yeah, considering you and Nic's background you didn't tell her about.
Nack: (annoyed) Not now, Psy!
Nic: Bro, come on. You can be cool...admittingly, whenever you HAVE to be. And I'm pretty sure I'm sweet, kind, and loving.
Nic: (snaps) You didn't know our past. Grandma and Grandpa had to get us to foster parents whenever they're busy, but they BOTH still looked after us before we were separated from grandma and later grandpa.
Psycho: Still a liar.
Nack: (unhappy) If that's true, then why did she leave us?
Nic: Let's find out.
Psycho: (takes out his razor) I got the blade ready.
Nic: (annoyed) Non-violently?
Later, while Kayla was reading a book titled, "Steal This Book", she noticed the hunters arriving, glancing at them while Don lit his cigar, puffing some smoke.
Don Weazo: Kayla Von Kriplespac, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your past.
Kayla: (nervously) Can't reminisce, sleeping.
She quickly pretend to sleep, snoring loudly.
Sleet: (glares) Mrs. Von Kriplespac, you are NOT fooling anyone and I will NOT keep the details out any longer. If you don't tell them the truth, then I WILL.
Dingo: (arriving) Uh, what's he talking about? I had to get those stupid sting pus out of the ears.
Rouge: Spill it, Muddy Mae, or we're calling the cops!
Psycho: I thought WE were the cops!
Nack: That, too. Either way, we're having you be sure to be taken downtown for questioning unless Slick has some info about how you actually vanished.
Kayla: (horrified) You're officers of the law?!
Psycho: Hello! Freelance Police!!
Kayla: Please don't. I know you two are desperate, but I can't reveal the truth.
Don Weazo: (blows smoke) Very well, then we'll call your husband and perhaps ensure some "accidents" happen to him!
Kayla: (horrified) No! Not mein husband! Anyone, but him!!
She looked down, with tears in her eyes.
Kayla: All right...I'll talk. I'll tell you everything...I've vanted to tell you...but 1. only when we were in the most safest of places where no one knows who I am and 2. only if my husband vas at my side.
Psycho: Grandpa's having automail leg surgery done so fat chance on the latter if you're asking.
Kayla: (sighs) Oh well...I guess Angus' part of the story MAY have to vait anyway. But I caution...it's a long story.
Psycho: (horrified) NOOOOO! I hate long stories!! I take it back! DON'T tell me!!
Kayla: (sweatdrops) Uh, I'll make it short.
She fixed herself as she spoke.
Kayla: It all started vhen Nack and Nic vere tots...back vhen we were living near a village in hiding from the dreaded Panther King...
Psycho: Oh, do the bubble wave thingie. Do it.
Umana: She's not a Toon.
In the past, a little tot Nack was playing a game similar to the Operation game.
Nic: Heh. I got mine.
She showed a funny bone toy piece.
Nack: "Take out wrenched ankle."
Then, as he spoke, he yelped as he was being electricuted.
Nack: Grandma! Grandma! AHHH! GRANDMA!!
Quickly, the slightly younger she-weasel rushed up, picking up her grandson.
Kayla: Oh, my little Nackie poo.
She kissed his forehead before picking up Nic, kissing hers and placing them on their cribs.
Kayla: Time for bed.
Nic: (whining) I wanna play more.
Kayla: No dessert for a week if you don't.
She yelped, hiding in the covers.
Nack: (sighs) Sing me a bedtime song, Grandma.
The she weasel, placing the stuffed animals near the cribs, began singing.
Kayla: (singing) Ooey, gooey, rich and chewy inside,
Golden flaky, tender caky outside,
Wrap the inside in the outside, is it good?
Nack & Nic: Darn tootin'.
Kayla: (singing) Doing the (with both) big fig newton! (whispers) Here's the tricky part.
Finally, the two fell asleep together, smiling happily before the she-weasel came out of the bedroom, turning off the lights.
Kayla: Oh Angus, aren't our grandchildren adorable?
She then noticed the familiar (though slight youngerish) weasel in general outfits writing some notes.
Von Kriplespac: Huh. Probably so...Kayla, I have started taken lessons on vatching zis "Super Bowl" thing to see any kind of tacticians I may need vhen another war comes.
Kayla: Angus Von Kriplespac, (frowns) how is THAT going to help you?
Von Kriplespac: (fixes his monocle) I am cautious and I HAVE started recreating ze Tediz mein father had tried to do.
Kayla: Angus, the plans are flawed and the teddy bears may give children nightmares.
Von Kriplespac: Who said anything about ze Tediz being teddy bears. It's real bears zat need to survive zat I believe could vork.
Kayla: (shocked) What?!
Von Kriplespac: Oh come on! Nack und Nic need some playmates aside zat boy wolf they go near. Plus, if people cannot support zis thing, it might not make it and neither zis "Super Bowl".
Psycho: (peeks in) So where do the grandma disappearance comes in?
Older Nack's Voice: (annoyed) Psycho! You aren't even with us back then!
Older Nic's Voice: Yeah, get out of the flashback!
He yelped, being yanked back as the hologram showed someone removing his helmet with wavy hair blowing.
Voice on TV: Tybalt the Cat, swaggering off the field, his sideburns an apogee of sculpted sartorium: the foppish follicles pioneered by Ambrose Burnside, Appomattox 1865.
The she weasel gasped as the song, "Sunshine of Your Love" started playing, with her vision becoming psychadelic.
Kayla's Voice: His wild, untamed facial hair revealed a new world of rebellion: of change. A world vhere doors were open for Mobians like me.
When it ended as did the song, she glanced at two foster parents (faces unseen) arriving with the male frowning.
Kayla's Voice: But unlike either me or Angus, ze foster parents ve met and asked zem to raise vere stuck in ze button-down plastic-fantastic Madison Avenue scene.
Male: (annoyed) Look at them sideburns! He looks like a girl. Now, Johnny the Wolf: there's a haircut you could set your watch to.
He pointed to the buzz cut hair of a wolf.
Roderick: So Granny Kayla, where did your newfound sense of irresponsibility take you?
Psycho: Oh! War! War!
Kayla: I soon found people who shared my views at the Mobius schools.
Psycho: Schools? That's hardly fair!!
Kayla: Would it help if I say that some of those people were crazy military types?
It then showed a school where many people, mostly military types, were chanting with posters shown near a lab marked, "Mammoth Mogul Germ Warfare Labs: When the H-Bomb Isn't Enough".
Crowd: (chanting) Anthrax, gangrene, swimmer's ear! Get your germ lab out of here!
As they said that, the familiar couple joined near where Sleet with his father (his face obscured from our view) were, taking signs.
Kayla's Voice: How could either Sleet, his father, Angus, and I NOT become a radical when we were fighting a force of pure evil?
Crowd: Hey, hey, the Mammoth who burns! Enough already with the germs!
At the window, a big mammoth in business suit glanced outside the window in the building he was in, frowning.
Mammoth: Hmph, their pathetic and pointless protest is no match for my glower power!
He glowered and trumphet through his trunk, making the crowd yelp and run.
Teen Worker: Well that's some nice glowering, Mr. M.
The mammoth frowned seriously, looking determined.
Kayla's Voice: Ve'd met ze enemy and it was Mammoth Mogul.
Rouge's Voice: Oh geez, he was there too?!
Sleet's Voice: He's immortal and plans to wait to make sure he steps in when we're old and weak.
Psycho's Voice: Apparently, he never heard of Toons since we mostly stopped aging in order to kick his immortal butt.
Nack's Voice: Mostly, he tried trying to hunt Sonic because the mammoth idiot want to wait until the hedgehog died of old age. Idiot.
That night, Kayla placed some items on her bag.
Kayla's Voice: Drastic action HAD to be taken to stop his war machine!
The she-weasel looked concerned a bit, looking at the foster parents.
Kayla: Mein friends, Angus put Nack to bed as did I and now ve're going out. It could be a late night...ve are to meet...our destiny.
Female: (not noticing) Later.
That night, at the labs, as "Along the Watchtower" was heard, the familiar weasels with wolves along with the military members arriving to the inside of the labs, placing down a covered object.
Sleet: Uh, dad? Are you sure this is safe?
Sleet's Father: Sure as can be, Slick.
Von Kriplespac: (to a squirrel) If anything horrifying happens to either me or mein wife, I am blaming you squirrels.
The military squirrel (a younger Sarge) face faulted. Later, after the bomb was set, the group looked at the clock ticking.
Sarge: When this baby goes off, this lab's gonna be history...Germ History! Ha-ha-ha! Oh I got the munchies. Now to make sure this history...oh **** that ****!!
Sleet's Father: Hey! There's a kid present, you know.
Psycho's Voice: Uh, so what happened that made your grandpa fight against the SHC anyway?
Nack's Voice: Long story short, Psy, during the raid in our village, Grandpa thought we were killed when he, after escaping, found my and Nic's dolls and Sleet's shirt with the corpse of his dad near a squirrel.
Nic's Voice: And of course, he believed the squirrels killed us and planned vengeance...which is a big duh! Plus this was before his legs were assumed to have been blown up and before grandpa was partially roboticized.
Psycho's Voice: Oooh...what color is the sky in Mobius at night?
Sleet's Voice: Quiet, you only one question per episode!!
Finally, the group in the past left. As the song ended, the clock rang and blew some antibiotic smoke around the labs. The smallpox, diptheria, typhoid, rocking pneumonia, and even the boogie woogie influenza that tried escaping were destroyed. With the worker, he gasped and ran for his life from the smoke catching up to him before the cloud consumed him as well.
Worker: (panics) No...no! (sniffs) Wait a minute...(breathes deeply) Bronchial tubes clearing...asthma disappearing! Acne remains, but...asthma disappearing.
Outside the building, the alarm rung with Mogul quickly dashing up to the building with worry.
Mogul: My germs, my precious germs! They never harmed a soul. They never even had a chance! (glares) Whoever did this will never get past me-
Just then, the door burst open with the crowd shoving and pushing him down while they ran. Just then, the weasels and wolves stopped, with the three looking at Kayla noticing Mogul down.
Kayla: (worried) Oh dear.
Sleet's Father: Forget about him!
Sleet: I don't trust that guy. Leave him before you're discovered.
Kayla: I can't just leave people zat are injured badly.
She rushed back to him with the older weasel looking worried.
Von Kriplespac: Nein, Kayla! Don't! It could be a trick!!
However, the she-weasel began nearing the mammoth.
Kayla: You poor man...let me help you up.
However, before she could do so, she screamed, with her arm grabbed forcingly by the gigantic hand.
Mogul: YOU just made a very big mistake. All of you! Your accomplises I shall deal with, but as for you, ring leader, you'll spend the rest of your life in pri-
Just then, he yelped with himself hit by the door, knocking him out, as the worker came out.
Worker: My asthma's gone! Listen to me breathe!
However, he snorted a bit as he breathed down.
Von Kriplespac: (grabs her) Come on, Kayla!
With that, the four quickly left.
Kayla: But I thought he was injured.
Sleet's Father: I hate to say this, but I think my son may be right about him faking injuries. NOW he knows we were with them.
Kayla: (worried) Vhat can we do now?
As they ran, Kayla looked at her determined husband.
Kayla's Voice: From that moment on, my life as I knew it vas over.
Psycho's Voice: You have a life?
Kayla: Don't ruin ze moment!
That night, a news report was shown.
Bird Reporter: Only a few members of the Mobius Military Pursuit was identified. Three of them were captured soon afterwards while the last one had escaped.
It then showed the father with Angus both in prison while Sleet was crying as he was spanked by an officer.
Bird Reporter's Voice: As we speak, the two adults are given a year in prison while the wolf, after some disciplining, will be put in a foster home.
It then showed the picture of Kayla.
Bird Reporter's Voice: As for the last one, she's been described as a weasel woman in her early 40s, violet fur, blond hair, and may be extremely helpful. For Channel Six News, I'm-
The female grandmother sadly turned off the hologram before sadly walking to the bedroom. When she opened it, she sadly smiled to the sleeping twins.
She kissed each of them, then slowly backed away in heartbreak.
Kayla: I'm so sorry...(teary) I'll miss you both...
With that, she left the sleeping twins.
Nack sadly looked stunned.
Nack: I thought Nic and I dreamed that kiss...
Nic: (teary) I'm so sorry I misjudged you, Grandma. You had to leave to protect us.
Stupid: But how did Sleet come to live with you guys?
Nack: One of the other military men, a guy whom got ranked as the Sarge, took the blame and had them parolled to 2 weeks.
Psycho: Augh, I was hoping there would've been jailbreak!!
Sleet: I'm sorry if I never told the truth, you two. But we were made to promise NEVER to let you know for protection.
Dingo: I thought you did it because you had a crush on Nic-(gets hit) Ow!
Wise Guy: How did you survive?
Kayla: Oh, I had help from mein friends in ze underground. Ze old version of the Babylon Rogues before Jet took over gave me a job marketing his line of health shakes, I proofread Bobby Seal's cookbook, and I ran credit checks at Tom Pelican's Porsche dealership.
Psycho: Wait a minute...there's one thing I don't understand.
Sarah: One thing?
Psycho: Okay, maybe a couple.
Nack: Okay, what is?
Psycho: What happened to Angus anyhow?
Sleet: Idiot, don't you know the name of Ze Professor?
Psycho: I always thought it was just a self-titled name like the King of Town.
Dingo: Yeah, me too.
Stupid: Uh me 3.
Nack: Besides, you have short-te...
Psycho: (notices/gasping) Nack! It's your grandma, she's alive! (pause) Where was she anyhow?
Kayla: (pause) Is your friend always like this?
Nack: You have no idea, grandma.
Psycho: And where the heck are the rest of those hippies and crazy military guys who weren't arrested and didn't matter anyhow?
Kayla: To be honest...(sheepishly) I have no idea either.
The others face faulted a bit.
Dingo: I got one: how come I saw something glow on you while some bulkiness was on your clothing? Heck, I never saw you have anything NOT short sleeve and what not.
Kayla: (meekly) Um...vould you believe zat Eggman vas trying a roboticizer gun on me?
Psycho: Coolie. Let's see the mecha parts.
Kayla: (worried) Uh, no need for-
Psycho: I'll see it anyhow! (pounces) Banzai!!
She yelped, feeling parts of her clothing opened, though fortunately still in undergarments as the grandmother screamed, still trying to cover herself.
Nic: Augh, Psy, what the heck!?
Nack: (anger mark) Psycho, that's very inappropriate-
Then, the group gasped in shock, noticing her legs, arms, and her heart center with some mechanical bits.
Rouge: No wonder you have long clothing.
Quickly, the she-weasel dressed herself back.
Kayla: Ja, but at least mein arms and legs don't tire out...um, plus at least I have a somevhat longer life now. (embarrassed) Now please don't look! It's embarrassing to be shown in undergarments.
Frankie: Okay, okay, we're not looking. Yeesh.
Psycho: Yeah, perhaps, and no offense to Nack and Nic, you're better off with those metal stuff. Without them, you wouldn't do cool stuff like lift robot parts and kick booty.
Sarah: Where did you get an idea like that, Psycho?
Psycho: I don't know. Probably from a hallucination of some psycho hybrid wizard using magic on Bunnie Rabbot.
Nack: Yeah, only a hallucination. Only in some comic book industry decision in some other universe would that happen.
Nack: Now for mine: In all those years, why didn't you ever try to contact me?
Kayla: But I did! I sent you und Nic a care package every week.
Nic: Aw, come on, grandma, we use that same line on the kids when they're at camp.
Kayla: But I did, I really did! I'll prove it to you.
Psycho: Then give me a cookie to prove it.
At the post office, the weasel duo waited with Nic glancing at the mailman.
Nic: Any undelivered mail for Freelancers Nack & Nic?
Mailman: No. (notices) Oh wait, this.
The group gasped, noticing a huge sack of parcels.
Mailman: That's what happens when you don't tip your letter carrier at Christmas.
Psycho: I got a good reason NOT to do that! They steal your money when you least expect it!!
Mailman: Only if you make from us because of that Kevin Costner film!
At the other wicket area, a familiar mammoth was giving a letter to Mr. Quiet.
Mogul: Yes, I'd like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam by aeromail. Am I too late for the 4:30 autogyro?
Mr. Quiet: Uh, I better look in the manual.
He took out a big manual, looking through it.
Mogul: (groans) Oh, the ignorance.
He then noticed a familiar blond cyborg weasel wearing sunglasses, helping the duo out the office.
Mogul: (concerned) Wait a minute, I know that woman. But from when? And in what capacity?
As they were leaving, Mogul took out a photograph with the youngerish Kayla, gasping as he noticed her and Von Kriplespac on it.
Mogul: (gasps) It's her!! (glares) At last! Perhaps SHE is related to that being, Von Kriplespac. At last, BOTH shall be mine. Not for prison this time...but for something far worse.
Mr. Quiet: (groans) This book must be out of date: I don't see "Prussia", "Siam", or "autogyro".
Mogul: Well, keep looking!
As Mr. Quiet, sighing in annoyance, continued looking, the mammoth gasped, noticing the trio gone.
(End of Act 2)