Outside the compound, P.T. and Hera took some time to console one another with a long, dramatic kiss. Tears were shed, and the air was thick with disappointment.

The moment was abruptly spoiled as a bright purple station wagon came skidding up to them, narrowly missing Hera’s shapely gams. A portly man in a wide-brimmed hat stuck his head out the window, grinning vapidly.

“Y’all know how to get back to the freeway?”

“Don’t you know where you are?” P.T. queried, “You’re outside the lair of Dr. Ki Llyu!”

“Oh,” replied the man, “So that’s what all the No Trespassing signs were about.”

“What did you think they were about?” Hera asked, surprised at the sheer stupidity.

“I thought it was a palindrome.”

After allowing a moment, P.T. asked incredulously, “Who the heck are you?”

The man brightened, “Name’s Comy…Comy Kraleef!” P.T. and Hera smiled broadly at one another.

“Doll,” P.T. said, “I think we just found our new sidekick.” And with a nod, they were off, driving into the sunset.