"Well ..." said Sacheverell, looking around for advice. His gaze settled on his wife. "Mary, what steps do you think we should take?"
Mary, chewing her tongue over a difficult job of wax shaving, twitched her shoulders. "I don't care what anyone else does," she said, lifting off the microtome-thin flake. "I'm working on Moe Brimstine my own little way." And she held up for their inspection a small wax head which already was beginning to look like the heavy jowled assistant boss of Fun Incorporated. "And when it's all finished," she told them, "then needles and pins!"
Juno said, "Ugh!" Cookie looked almost impressed. While Sacheverell gnawed his lip thoughtfully and, with a wary eye on Jack and Cookie, said, "Yes, I suppose that is the best way after all."
"Okay," Phil said and started for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Cookie demanded.
"To get him back," Phil said.
At that there was a rush of footsteps and several voices competing in assuring him he would do no such thing, but it was Juno who grabbed his shoulders and swiveled him around.
"Phil," she said, "for wunct I gotta admit that I agree with these jerks. You're not going to do anything about that—that fool cat. You just gotta get that through your nut wunct and for all."
Phil just smiled at her.
She shook her head disgustedly. "I shouldn't have give you that whiskey."