"Well, now that we've having beavers thrown at us, I can legitimately say we've seen everything."

The voice above them coughed and cackled as the owner of it tossed angry beavers at Banjooo, spiffy, Elyse, and Bubba.

Banjooo instinctively shielded Elyse, Bubba jumped out of the way, and spiffy stood there getting hit by beavers--Banjooo was too big to get around, and Bubba had knocked over yet another piece of Hollywood V's "art", which forced spiffy into the path of the furry flying fury of the bucktoothed beavers.

"Could you--OWW!--move about a foot--EEP!!--to the left, so I can--AHH!!--not get pummeled by these things?" pleaded spiffy.

"Sorry, but if I do, the guy up there could get past us!!"

"grumblegrumble"

"Besides, if my brine-hardened hide can survive this, your cosmically-powered skin can too."

"Yeah, but they might have lice in their fur..."

"Heeey, I know what we can do with these things!" said Elyse. She grabbed Fleabot, and pulled out a bottle of perfume.

"What are you doing with that!?? I got it for you on our one-month anniversary!!"

"Beavers use their sense of smell to find trees to chew on, and this stuff smells like the forest..."

"More like rotting dead wood..." mumbled spiffy.

Elyse sprayed it all over Fleabot, and the beavers changed directions in mid-air, swarming all over him.

"I spent like ten--er, a lot of money on that stuff!!" whined Banjoooo.

Their attacker slid down the stair rail, and hopped off when he reached the bottom, knocking Bubba to the ground.

"I am Elsqueevio!!!" the attacker said--he was dressed in a toga, and covered with leaves. "Give me the beeeeeeeavers!!"

"Uh...okay..." said spiffy, who used the taser-net-leash to capture the beavers, instead of using it to keep the bunnies from the Happy Place paper-trained, as it usually did.

"'Fess up--why are you stalking Bubba?"

"I know not of this bubby you speak of--I am Elsqueevio, Greek god of the river!! These beeeeeavers have dammed my realm, thus they shall be smited!!"

"Uh...right...howcome we've never heard of you? I mean, I've heard of Hercules, Zeus, and all those guys--but I thought that some other guy had control of water."

"He who is called Triton controls big water--I control small!!"

"Uh...right...so you're not the stalker then?"

"I stalk beeeeeavers!! I kill beeeeeeeeeeavers!!! I--"

"Alright, alright, we GET it!!" said spiffy. "Y'know, this guy could be handy to have around--he could control the beaver problem."

"Yeah...but why was he throwing them at us before?"

"Beavers go to here and then to river--if I stop beavers here, they not go to river!!"

"Makes sense to me...hey, maybe we can add beaver-extermination to our private detective agency!!"

"No you don't!!" said Elyse. "That's inhumane!!"

"But animals kill each other and it's alright...I'm a sea monkey, so if I tell this guy to kill animals, it's alright then, right?"

"..."

"Uh...nevermind, we'll just be detectives..."

"Just have him be your secretary or something, 'kay?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

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"Here it is--the Banjooo and spiffy detective agency!!" said Banjooo, as he put the sign over a table in the far corner of the library that Chronicler had allowed them to use.

"Why's your name first? I mean, you're a king, you've got a girlfriend, and you're on the 'Top Ten Sea Monkey Bachelors of the World' list...why can't I be best or first at something?"

"Uh...I'll tell you later..." said Banjooo, as NTU repaired Fleabot nearby.

"Well, you should thank God that whatever clogged up his system, it was pretty weak--if you'd bought Elyse a better perfume, Fleabot would be trashed."

Elyse, standing nearby, cursed under her breath.

"So, should we be looking for clues or something to find out who's stalking Bubba? We know he's invulnerable to cosmic power..." said spiffy.

"Well, maybe we should start with--"

At that moment, the phone rang--and Elsqueevio answered.

"Iiiiii eeeest von lichen!! Mebbieee!!" in typical drunken Greek fashion, he scared the bloody blazes out of the person on the other end.

Banjooo grabbed the phone away. "Sorry 'bout that, I--what? Really? Alrighty then!!"

"What?" asked spiffy

"We've got another informant--whoever it is, they want us to meet 'em at the Gothametropolis York Museum--and they want us to bring a mummy with us..."