"Funny thing about this house," he said. "When I first moved in, I used to think I heard bagpipes."
"Accompanied by a glockenspiel?"
"Is that what it is?"
The upper half of a very elderly gentleman bobbed in.
"Junior!" bawled Captain Wully from the stairs.
"Leave me alone," pleaded the elderly gentleman. "Lemme concentrate."
Captain Wully dashed in. "For shame, Junior. Stealing!"
Junior's eyes filled with tears. "Just one more nip, and I know I could have relaxed enough to finish materializing."
Heather's fascinated gaze wavered between the bottomless Junior and Captain Wully's kilt. The kilt had a zipper placket exactly like a lady's skirt. "I think I'm losing my mind," she said.
Jerry Masterson attempted to explain the inexplicable. He recounted events of the preceding several days and concluded, "No matter what you think, you couldn't see him if you didn't believe."