Boxes and the two riders were catapulted through a window. La David and the oldster climbed out of the messy heap. The mill reverberated with laughter, "People suck!" and the din of roaring engines. A motorcade of the Immortal Wanderers Bureau vanished in a puff of smoke to whereabouts unknown.

"Probably blew out my knee. That's a trip to urgent care. Oh, man. I sure could use a Zoobayabay right about now," the man smiled through frosting covering his face at La David. "Guess feeding birds on the park bench next to a cardboard sign that says "Life-ologist -- Free Advice" can wait. Not going to worry about making snacks that stay fresh a questionably long time so much, but I have got some baking to do for tomorrow. Maybe something that's dunkable."