Ewww! Time to quickly rejoin MiskatonicNick whose search for the meddling Olsens is just about to get interrupted...   "Freeze Freak! Don't try anything funny..." "heh, this is the second Toyville epic and and I ain't succeeded at that yet!" "Dead right! Now, hand over the Grail Diary immediately and I mightn't blast your head off!" "erm... sorry - no can do; I haven't got it anymore" "Hah! Who do you think I am? Somekind of brain-dead Hollywood bimbo?"

*click*

"... eh? Brooke Shields?* Um, do I have to answer that last question? * Remember... back on page 12 of this junk?

"Oh dear..." *click* "uhoh... erm, look behind you, Brooke..."

"Oh please... you insult me with that old chestnut, baghead! Yeah, I'm really going to look around and let you knock the gun of my hand aren't I... ARGGGHHHHHH!" "BRAINS!"

"Eh? What the? Oh bugger... Brooke was a brainless Hollywood actress/bimbo after all*... that Zombie's still hungry and I think I'm at the top of it's 'to eat' list!" * Toyville would like to apologise to Brooke Shields for that remark but in the absence of any Denise Richards** or Paris Hilton*** dolls... ** Toyville would like to apologise too to Denise Richards (damn, I want a White She-Devil doll!) *** However, Toyville would NOT like to apologise to Paris Hilton, living proof that no amount of money can buy you class.

"Uhoh... this ain't gonna be pretty!" BRAINS! BRAINS! But all too predictably... "BRAINS! Brains? Where brains? NO BRAINS! NO BRAINS!"

"Run Away! Run Away! Whoa... hello hello hello; Brooke's Vespa - well, somehow I don't think she'll be needing this anymore... time for MiskatonicNick to take flight!" And as MiskatonicNick once again gallantly flees, let's just flip back to Toyville to catch up on some of the other wouldbe Grail Hunters...

"*hic* lookeee there... Nashii Youth Olshen *hic* twinsh!" "Yes, I'm sure Dylan. Riding a pink elephant perhaps? Sheesh, you'll be seeing aliens with glowing fingers next." "*hic* no... not aliensh - themsh there ish ickle multi-coloured pixshie girlsh" "No they... hang on a moment; there is something there; small... yellow, red and white... ohmigod... no... it can't be them!?!"

"... ok, Dylan, Natalie - I'll just park the Angel Mobile and then I'll catch up with you in the Hotel." "Right ho, Alex." *hic* "... and keep Dylan away from the bar!"

Can't be who? Ooooo... isn't it exciting? No, don't answer that. But why are Charlie's Angels here in the first place? Perhaps the answer lies in Hotel Room 313 where a couple of famous archaeologists are in residence...

"Damnnit... I hate Nazis!" "Och, but truth be told junior - it was those Jedi gals who ripped the location of the Holy Grail from my mind using their Mind Tricks... "... but..." "...and it was that raven-haired lass in the glasses and black leather, Cobra-insignia-ed outfit who kicked our asses, tied us up and tortured the same information out of us..."

"I know, Dad... but it was the Nazi Olsens who strapped these bombs to our crotches and threatened to detonate them if we didn't tell them where the Grail is... but left them ticking once we had!" "Och, true, Junior. You know, this 'selling the Grail info in return for sex with hot chicks' idea isn't working out too well." "Ok, there are a few teething troubles..." "A few!" "But don't worry, Dad... Charlies Angel's are next on the appointment list; they're Good Girls -they'll save us!"

"Both of them... dead... !

"Och... well, they'd better Junior... because the clock is ticking... literally!" But back outside - disaster! For Alex makes a shocking discovery as she returns to her fellow Angels... "Ohmigod... Nat... Dylan!" ...But who could hate such beautiful, sexy though slightly sleazy Angels enough to kill them?" "Well, duh - can't you guess?" "You... no... but..." "Our revenge was sweet... but it's not been sated yet" "Yeah - one of the New Angels remains alive!" "But not for long!"