Rescue Mission!
Songdancer nodded.

Inside the warehouse there's many boxes and crates.
Like, a lot of them.
Madam Ghostie and Dipsnig will find that deep in the back of the warehouse are four men playing poker.
Their guns are simply leaning against their chairs as they drink beers and eat peanuts, ever so often one of them moans about his "terrible luck".
They haven't seen either Ghostie or Dipsnig, so if they play it right they can get the drop on them!

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Secret Base
Songdancer shook his head.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
And then the crazy happened.
"Well...at least you're trying to do something...however crazy it sounds."
He thought for a moment.
"Though you might want to try paint that's harder to get off...I mean, I was able to clean that up easily."