Juventud: Here ya go chicos, come and meet your uncle, Order.

Niño 1: *bark, bark*

Niño 2: *yip, yip*

Niño 3: *groooowl*

Niño 1: We're ready, Uncle Order.  How can we help?

Order: Boys, I won't lie to you.  It's going to be dangerous work.  We're going after murdering ninjas.

Niño 2: We're not scared.  We're in the mood for Japanese food anyway.

Juventud: Good luck chicos.  Do your uncle proud.

Order: Don't worry, we'll be back soon enough.

Grubby: Have we forgotten all about that brunch?

Grubby: So what do we do now?

Order: I thought you were the investigator.  Can't we find the ninjas?

Grubby: Well, I was actually thinking about getting some newspaper, and some plastic baggies.

Order: What are you talking about?

Grubby: Some of your little nephews seem to lack housetraining.

Order: Oh.  Damnit.

to be continued...