Downtown, 2 A.M.

You take a deep breath.

"Well, first priority is to make sure Dr. Lengths doesn't get away with this again. No," you correct yourself, "first priority is to get out of sight. We don't want anyone panicking."

Fred looks at you, blinking, for a moment. "What?" you ask.

"Oh!" Fred says. "I was just thinking ... never mind. Where do we hide?"

"Here, let's get out of the light," you say, and head for the nearest alley. Fred follows.

"You know," he says, as you crouch behind a dumpster, "you were really asking for it, back there."

"What?"

"'We don't want anyone panicking.' In a cartoon, that'd be a perfect cue for some guy to stumble upon us and run off screaming."

"Well, then we're really out," you say. "And we need to do something. Lengths is still out there, and we can't stay in this alley forever."

"Right," Fred says. "Do you know anyone we can trust?"

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