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Gotcha!

The Swan:
Peeping tom! Peeping tom!

You complete and utter
birdy-turd!

Look at this! "Another
busy night for 'The Swan.'"

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What's this?
- It's "The Stratford Star."

"Stratford's mysterious
caped crusader

was out again last night,

proving he's
'swan' in a million,

tackling 'fowl' play
of all kinds."

That's very good.

Frank, to think you met him.

Lucky you!

"Last night, The Swan
prevented five phone thefts,

stopped three
graffiti taggers..."

And screwed up a job
we really needed.

Hope that featherbrain
realises what he's cost us.

It was one mistake, Frank.

And sometimes
you can look a little bit...

A little bit what?

What happened to that tracker
you put in the parcel?

How's that doing?

It's not connecting.

Is that because it was
a cheap piece of kit?

We're being "thrugal."

Did you turn it on, Frank?

- It's "frugal."
- That's what I said.

Have you updated the client?

Erm, yes, I have.

He said-- Erm, where is it?

We are "no better
than the useless police."

And then he sacked us
with immediate effect.

On the bright side,
we saved him the embarrassment

of wearing that watch
he sent out for.

- Ugh. One of a kind.
- Thank goodness.

Interesting.

"One local resident,
Thea Williams, 24,

barrister at
Willow Warbler Coffee..."

"Barista at
Willow Warbler Coffee...

is so keen to meet The Swan

that she's offering
a significant reward

for anyone
who can unmask him."

How significant?

Thanks for meeting with us.

No. Thank you.

If anyone can unmask him,
P.I.'s can, right?

- Well, we'll try.
- Er, for the reward.

Oh, of course.
You're professionals.

Well, I am.

Erm, so am I.

So tell us about
your experience, then.

Apparently, according to the
local newspaper, you've met him?

Yeah, I was walking home
one day down by the river,

and then some kid cycled past
and grabbed my phone.

- Oh.
- I screamed for help,

and then suddenly...
The Swan appeared.

Any distinguishing features?

Uh, long neck? Feathers?

He had his mask on.
I did see him smile, though.

That's when I knew.

Knew what?

Every superhero
needs a love interest.

Yeah. Tell us...

Do you know anyone else
who's been helped by him?

Er, there's Vernon at our LCS,
er, local comic shop.

Comic Timing. I love it there.

It's such a nerdy, happy place.

What are you
talking about? You're a liar!

I have reliable sources
saying you know him...

like Clark Kent knows Superman.

April, that's ridiculous!

Oh! Are you like
the sad, old butler guy, then?

Ooh, or the, erm,
dweeby gadget man?

Ugh. It's all so tragic.

Right. I thank you
not to come into my shop

and insult
the magnificent universes

that we love, yet again!

Yeah, yeah. Insulted, et cetera.

Can we hurry up?
I've got a deadline.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Sorry.

That's, uh--
That's a lovely scarf.

It wouldn't suit you.

I've got customers.
I'll be with you in a minute.

- Look, love--
- Er, don't patronise me.

I'm not one of your
damsels in distress.

Look, you can tell
The Swan that he, like you,

can run, but he can't hide.

Ah. Hello.

You looking for a story?

I can give you a call!

Hey, Vern.
What's up, my man?

No, you're the man.
New editions?

Yeah. You gonna open them
right now, aren't you?

- Zak!
- Snoozing.

Mate! Wake up!
We've got new editions!

My son.

Rather more somnolent
these days,

even by art-student standards.

Oh, like so Frank Miller!

Erm, is there anything
I can help you with,

or are you just perusing,

as Beetleboots said
to Captain Diatom?

A-ha. Did he?

I'm Frank Shakespeare.
This is Lu Hathaway.

No. I'm Frank Hathaway.
And--

- Erm, erm, I'm Frank Hathaway.
- Lu Shakespeare.

And we're private investigators.
- Yeah.

And our current client
is really keen

for us to identify The Swan.

They thought you might be able
to help with that.

Well, doesn't everyone?
But I can't, I'm afraid.

He helped tackle some thieves
that were stealing my bag once.

- That's it.
- Where was that?

The river path.

And Zak, erm,
saw him stop some kids

from graffitiing our shutters.

Haven't so much
as spoken to him, I'm afraid.

Yes! I knew BarbelBoy
would get him!

Wham! Pow!

- Hi.
- Hey.

Ah. Any joy with Vern?

Well, there's a rumour
going 'round...

it's him.

No way.

I mean, he's a nice guy, but
I don't think "hero," you know?

Hmm.

Oh. Hello.

Oh. We meet again.

Did we meet before?

April Le Fer. I'm a freelance
journalist, investigative.

- Oh, I'm--
- And I need a coffee.

Service!

Oh. Hello.

What would you like?

Oh, well, I think you know.

The usual, then.

Comin' up.

So, erm,

you're looking
for The Swan, too?

"Too"? Oh. Perfect.

I love competition. Which paper?

Oh, no. We're not journalists.
We are private investigators.

Investigating for a client.

Intriguing.

Well, seeing as though
we're chasing the same prize,

how about we share leads?

Can I have your card?

- Oh.
- Oh.

Yes.

No. I've got one. Heh.

- There you go.
- And here's mine.

Thank y--

I daresay you'll appreciate
professional help.

"Professional help"?!
The cheek!

We'll work this out ourselves.
Thank you very much.

Yeah, too right.

So, did you notice
Vernon's son in the shop?

- Zak?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he had all the hero moves,

and Vernon said
he's always tired,

which you would be
if you were out

catching criminals at night,
wouldn't you?

Or... if you're
working a second job.

I've seen him in the Mucky
Mallard collecting glasses.

He's new. Rubbish.

Hm. Okay.
Well, what about Van Man?

He was mad about heroes,

and he was, you know,
quite muscly.

Oh. Was he?
Didn't notice.

I'm just saying.

You know, he-- Oh!

Hello, April. Progress?

Well, you know us pros
don't waste time.

I've found out who The Swan is.

How?! Who?! Who is it?!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Frank! It's The Swan!

Frank, are you getting this?!

Yeah. It's a terrible line.

Anyway, look,
my source is coming

to tell all about The Swan.

My office. 6:00 p.m.
Do join us.

Oh! Thank you!
Thank you very much!

You're welcome.
You'll be there, then?

What? Where? Sorry?

My office. 6:00 p.m.

She wants a cut
of the reward. We're not going.

Well, if April finds him first,
we'll get nothing.

Her meeting is not till 6:00.

We've got a few hours
to find him ourselves.

And you've got
that photo of him.

- You saw The Swan?!
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Well, now, I didn't
really get a chance to zoom in.

I think I can see--
Is that a pigeon?

Photos won't help us anyway.

If he's in disguise,
we need to get closer.

Yes. We need to lure him out.

Yes! And I have an idea.

No.

Hey. Hey.

Oh.

That's in my hair.

- Oh.
- Ah, nearly.

Go on for me.

Whey-hey!

It's a Diplodocus, surely.

Looks like the Turin Shroud.

Or a llama?

Come on, Frank,
it's been three hours.

We're not going anywhere yet.

Alright.

If you had a superpower,
what would it be?

Ah, now,
that's the big question.

- Mm.
- You see, flying,

- strong possibility.
- Very good.

Got it-- Necromancy.

What? With dead people?

Yeah. Talking to them.
Talking to dead people.

Oh, right. Yes. Mm.

Bit morbid, but I suppose
you'd solve the murders faster.

Well, you could get the answer
off the corpse, you know.

Mm, ask them.

What about you?

Me? I've already got one.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

I'm a mind reader.

What?

I am.

Come on, then. Go on.

Mm.

You're wondering if I'm going to
offer you the last one of these.

Ha. Wrong.

Do you want
the last one of these?

Yes, please.

You were also thinking
it's never a great idea

to cut off your nose
to spite your face.

Especially when
there's money to lose.

Money you need.

Shall we go and see April?

You've got the address?

- You've got it, haven't you?
- Oh, yeah.

Here you go.

Stupid temporary
traffic lights.

I'll tell you what
you should have done.

Should have gone to Old Town,
hang a left.

- That's one way.
- Alright.

Down Bridge Street
to the roundabout.

Well, I'll tell you what.
Next time, why don't you drive?

Oh, no, you can't.
You're banned.

Call an ambulance.

Hello? Ambulance, please.
And police.

And a white cape.

Yeah,
but it could have been anyone.

Yeah. Tons of men
running 'round Stratford

in feathers and tights.

Right. Put a call out, all cars.

Anyone sees The Swan,
arrest him.

Meddling idiot's
gone too far this time.

Well, actually,

that "idiot" has done
some really good things.

So I'm just saying.

Why would he want
to murder someone?

Protect his identity.

Obviously, Miss Le Fer
was onto him.

And now we'll be, too.

He thinks the police
are so inept?

I'll show him
how "ept" we really are.

Him and his black
and white buddy.

Black and white what? His what?

Oh, you haven't heard
about The Magpie?

He's The Swan's sidekick.

No, no, we heard it was The
Lesser Moustachioed Great Tit.

You really are quite
the twitcher, aren't you, Frank?

Leave the proper bird hunting
to the big boys, yeah?

What now?

Do we still want to try
and unmask The Swan?

We need to talk to Thea.

Yeah, cheers.

- Well?
- The reward still stands.

Might still be able
to pay the bills this month.

Did you tell her
he's now a murderer?

A suspected murderer.
The Swan's a superhero.

He's not a villain.

Er, come on.

We saw someone
in a white cape running away.

So? What about The Magpie?

What, there's someone
called The Magpie now?

Oh, like that tag
on the bus stop.

Who's The Magpie?

For all we know, it could be

a figment of
Keeler's imagination.

We definitely know
there's a Swan,

because The Swan is
who April was trying to unmask.

As are we. Should we be asking
for danger money?

No.

I don't know
why you think he would murder

to stay anonymous.

Why does he even want
to stay anonymous?

Everybody loves him.

So maybe he had
another beef with April.

True. Either way,
we find the murderer,

we've found The Swan.

So who didn't like April?

Maybe she'd written something
about someone.

Yeah. Maybe she'd
upset somebody.

What about that row she
was having in the comic shop?

Yeah, she really laid into
Vernon, didn't she?

Maybe we should check
where he was that afternoon.

Do you mean "super-speedy
runner" Vernon McMorris,

who won the Arden Marathon
dressed as Batman?

That poor woman.

- Horrible.
- Mm, you've heard then.

Yeah. We drove past her office
this morning.

Yes.

We were wondering where
you were yesterday afternoon.

Good Lord, you can't think
that I'd want to hurt April.

Well, you were having
that big argument yesterday.

That was simply
frustration on her part,

'cos I couldn't help.

Really? It did seem like

it was a little bit--
something a bit bigger, maybe.

She and I had like
a long standing spat.

April thought
that superhero stories

were full of "pathetic girls
and waiting to get rescued."

And-- And I told her, I said,

you know, there's plenty
of powerful female characters.

But it wasn't an argument
I'd have murdered her for.

Can you think of anyone that
might have had issues with her?

Well, most of the people
she wrote about.

And she did mention me
rather favourably, though,

when I won the marathon.

- Oh, lovely.
- Oh. Congratulations.

Yeah, I don't really like
to talk about it,

because it can come across
like you're boasting

when you got a personal best

and you raised 10,000
for a kids' charity.

So you like to run,

you like to help people,

and you like to dress
in skintight Lycra,

but you're definitely
not The Swan?

No, no, I'm always here.

I couldn't just swan off
every time there was a crime.

Pun intended.
And in answer to your question,

yesterday afternoon, I was here.

I was working.

Dad, customers.

Er, sorry. Just one sec.

There's a lot of red bills
around the place.

Doesn't prove anything.

He was right about April's job, though.

She must have made
a lot of enemies.

Yes.

We ought to have a look
in her office.

Do you think the police
have finished in there yet?

Officer, can I go in
and have a look inside?

Thank you.

Lu.

Lu. Lu--

Hey, look.

Maybe she was moving house.

Three pound signs.

Someone's got a big budget.

And a secret admirer.
Look at this, Frank.

"April, you're a top bird.

Let's start again. Marty."

Oh, you old romantic, Marty.

Oh, you've got something on you.

- Yeah.
- No, you have.

Just on there.

Er, get off us, you dirty devil!

What you doing?

Just a bit of oil on the--

Don't spit on me!

You're not me mam!

- Is it off?
- Well, I'm not your mum.

So, there's 34 Martys
in the Stratford area

and 750 Martins.

Wow. That narrows it down.

Mm. I wonder
if anyone called Marty

works for the newspaper.

Sup, fam.

Well, we might not
have found The Swan,

but at least Sebastian's
discovered

the fountain of youth.

All in a morning's work.

As was a little
impromptu surveillance.

I overheard some youths
outside the chippy

talking about
the bike riding gang.

Oh, did they know them?

Mm-hmm.
And the word on the street

is they're planning a flurry
of phone thefts tonight.

Then they'll all meet up

and share spoils
at a place called The Pipes.

And The Swan might turn up.

That's what I'm thinking.

Also, they mentioned The Magpie.

Oh, right,
so that is actually a thing?

Mm-hmm. But he's not a sidekick.

He's some kind of supervillain.

And he's responsible
for our client

losing all
those doorstep parcels.

So we're gonna catch
The Magpie and The Swan.

One bird, two stones, huh?

- Oh.
- Hi, Zak.

Oh, Zak, do you know
of a place called The Pipes?

Do you mean
the skateboard ramps?

Spent half my childhood there.

Ah. Thank you.

Right. We've got
to make sure we're ready

if The Swan turns up.

Which is why I took the liberty
of buying this.

It's a tracker.

Wasn't the cheapest,
but you get what you pay for.

You do.
It's coming out of your wages.

Frank, see the one monochrome
one? I bet that's The Magpie.

What'd you get?
Let's see what you got.

Hey, look.

Go on, grab him!
Get him off the bike now!

- Oh.
- Down, down.

That's it, yeah.

Oh, Frank,
we should go and help him!

Wait, wait, look.

- Get out! Go!
- That's it, yeah!

Oh.

Good lad, Sebastian!

It's not worth it.
Let him go. Let him go.

Ooh, that was like watching one
of those wildlife documentaries.

Look.

Good work, Seb.

No. No--

Up here.

Well, this can't be right.

Hang on.

So where is he, then?

And where are we?

We're right next
to our warmest, comfiest nest.

And I know who The Swan is.

Are you okay?

You can, er--
You can take the mask off now.

- Zak.
- How did you find me?

You'll tell everybody
it's me now, won't you?

I should never have started
this stupid, stupid thing.

Hey, on the bright side,
that is a spectacular costume.

Where did you get it?

Zero to hero dot com.

Well, you look great.

I don't do this for fun.

I got mugged.

A few months ago,
on my way home from college,

those kids, they chucked
all my sketchbooks in the river.

And the police did nothing.

And then it happened to other
people in the exact same spot.

I mean, somebody
had to do something.

How would you know where
the trouble is going to be?

I patrol.

I hear stuff at the pub,

And the other day,
on your phone--

You heard April saying that
she knew your true identity.

I went to her office.
She was already dead.

But I knew
what it would look like,

so when I heard you coming,
I ran.

You do need to go to the police.

They're looking for you.

But I didn't kill her.

I swear on Dad's life.

I just wanted to know
if she was really onto me.

You just need
to tell them that,

and then they can eliminate you
from the enquiries.

It'll give them a chance
to find the truth.

Zak? Comic Timing Zak?
I want to see him.

- He's in the police station.
- What?

Yes, and a little uniformed
birdie tells me now in a cell.

Keeler's arrested him
for the murder.

Zak wouldn't murder anyone.

And after all he's done
for this town.

You need to find out
who actually did it.

Look, Thea--

No, look, I can pay you.

Not just the reward,
I'll hire you.

My dad's loaded, and he'll
always support a good cause.

Sorry.
Erm, just out of interest,

what is that?

Oh, it's just fanfic.
I write fan fiction.

Mm-hmm. About The Swan?

Let's try and help Zak,
shall we?

Last time we were in here,

it seemed like
you already knew April.

Is that right?

Sort of.
Just a regular customer.

She ever say anything
about her boyfriends?

Erm, someone called Marty?

- Marty? No.
- Are you sure?

'Cos we found this
in her office.

That's not Marty. It's Morty.

Morty? Not Marty?

Who's Morty?

Mortimer.
He's a delivery driver.

His company's
called Knock and Deliver.

All of the shops 'round here
use him.

Right. We need to speak to him.

And I know exactly
how we can find him.

Just, I've got one more.

Oh, you're so strong.

Hey. I, er, saw
you guys are P.I.s.

Yeah.

Never realised
you'd need so many--

Disguises. Yeah, no, erm,
we do a lot of undercover work,

actually. Got quite a bit on
at the moment, so.

Lu--

Oh, not with these.

I'll grab the last one.

I told you to order three pairs.

Yeah, probably added an extra
zero or two by accident.

Sorry, I was in a rush.

Right, that's the last one.

Can I trouble you
for, erm, just--

Alright.

Do you want my landline
or my mobile?

Oh, no, er, a signature,
for the parcels?

Yeah! Obviously.

Yeah, obviously,
there's my mobile signature.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- There.

Can I trouble you
to ask you a few questions?

Did you ever have a relationship
with April le Fer?

What is this?

Nothing.
We just want to know the truth.

Find out what happened.
I'm sure you feel the same.

Okay. Alright.

Six months ago,
we went out for like a month,

and then she just
called it quits.

I wanted her back.
I sent her gifts and everything.

Yeah, but when you bumped
into her in the comic shop,

she didn't even want
to talk to you.

And I might have tried harder
if I'd known.

That it was the last time
you were going to see her.

Must have made you angry,
you know, when she rejected you.

Not angry enough
to murder her,

if that's what you mean.

Look. Tuesdays at six,
I'm at the church youth group.

I'm a volunteer leader.
You can ask the kids.

I never miss a week.

Look, that's
my warehouse calling.

I've got deliveries.

- Good luck, yeah?
- Yeah, sorry.

Sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

Captivating. Five stars.

You promised
not to take the mick.

Well, I'm not.

Obviously, this wouldn't be
my usual thing,

but it's, erm,
quite the feather ruffler.

You should show Zak.

- Do you think?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm just a waitress,
and he's, like,

this super kind,
super hot actual hero.

And he might be super flattered.

It's Vernon. Zak's out.

I have to find out
what happened.

Oh. My son. The Swan.

You could have knocked me down
with a feather.

Zak, did they charge you?

Insufficient evidence.

Hi, Thea.

Did they say
what evidence they do have?

Oh, it was one of the muggers
that did it, I'm sure.

Zak said
they've been going crazy.

I heard people
at the station saying

that the bike gang
have stepped things up.

Does the whole town hate me?

What? Why?

I got arrested
just before everybody needed me,

and I couldn't help poor April.

Nobody hates you,

as you'll see
at our special event.

"Meet The Swan"? Dad, no.

The police have said
no more hero stuff.

But it'd be great for
your self-esteem. And business.

Alright, Vern.

Two for you
and one for Swan-boi.

Me?

From a fan, surely. Open it.

"Stratford's my town now.
From The Magpie."

Oh, wait. No. Stop!

We're missing
something. Or someone.

Another story she was writing?

What about that Post-It note
that was on her computer?

What did that say?
Was it Towton Properties?

- You looking it up?
- Mm-hmm.

Nah. It's a company
all the way up north.

Why would a journalist from here
be digging up dirt on them?

It's flour. The Magpie is
a thief and a practical joker.

Oh, no. There's
another Towton Properties

in Stratford upon Avon.

And it's owned by Thea's dad.

So maybe those pound signs
weren't about her moving budget

but about their
company finances?

So April was investigating
Thea's family business?

Looks like it.

Mate, this is incredible.

I can just picture it in panels.

- Yeah?
- Totally.

I was thinking
a big splash page

where The Swan
fights The Magpie.

Totally! Like blam! Thwak!

Oh. I can get them.

- I'm so clumsy.
- It's fine.

- I'm the idiot.
- No,

you've never been. You're--

Hello? Oh.
Sorry. Sorry to interrupt.

I just, erm-- Could we
have a quick word, Thea?

I should suit up.

Dad's paranoid somebody's
going to pinch his Pykronite.

There's probably
some Welkin-Gods.

Purple's their colour.

- What's up?
- Well, erm,

we were wondering if you knew

that April was investigating
your dad.

Oh, yeah. So what?

Does that make me a suspect?

I never would have murdered her
over that,

although I was annoyed
she'd got my number.

She rang you? What for?

My dad's company made
this big corporate donation

to Vernon's fundraising
when he won that marathon.

But the charity told April
that they never got the money.

She wanted me to ask my dad
if he'd actually paid it,

as if he was
some sort of swindler.

Ladies and gentle nerds! Hello!

It's time. Come on.

Thank you
for coming, everyone,

er, to meet a true local hero.

We're very proud of him
and everything he's done.

Please welcome Zak,
AKA The Swan!

That-- That purple stuff.

- Pykronite?
- Yeah, Zak said

his dad had some?

It's a film prop
from the actual '80s movie.

They only made three of them,
and one of them's here.

- Wow.
- I know, right?

Vern hardly ever puts it
out on display

because it's worth
like thousands.

But Zak made him
get it out today.

Where is it?

Why are you geeking out
over Pykronite?

Next to April's body,

there were little bits
of purple crystal.

What, murder weapon?

Over here.
It's beautiful, isn't it?

Wow.

Hey, Vern!

you've got two budding
Wednesday Warriors here.

Show them the crystal.

Oh, I'm sure
they're not interested.

No, we really are.

Okay. Erm, well, it is stunning.

It's quite a customer magnet.

Do you mind if we, erm--

Well, I'd rather not,
because it's--

- Show them.
- Come on.

There you go. So Thea says

you can almost feel
the force coming off it.

Who broke it?

I'm just a clumsy cleaner,
that's all.

So if the police were
to check this crystal

for traces of April's blood,
would they find any?

Of course not.

Thea's right, though. I should
probably take better care of it.

April was onto you,
wasn't she?

You kept all the marathon money
you raised.

You received the donations,

but you just didn't pass them
on to the charity.

Yeah, the shop was struggling.

You needed the cash, and April
had found out you were a thief.

I'm not!

I always intended
to send that money.

Yeah, that's not
how April would have written it,

though, is it?

When the police
search that laptop,

they're going to find
an article about you.

She just wouldn't listen.

So what happened?

Well, she rang
after she'd been here,

and she was demanding, like,
I tell her who The Swan was,

but I had no idea.

B-But she said if I didn't
give her a name, then--

then she'd publish
that horrible story.

So I went to see her.

With the crystal?

I didn't have any money
to bribe her.

What even is that?

I don't want your
pathetic geek toys.

It's worth 20 grand.

I-I've even got the certificate
of authentication.

Yeah, as much
as I'd love to hear more,

I've got a story to deliver.

And if it can't be
The Swan scoop,

it'll have to be
this juicy tale.

"Local hero
in charity theft shame."

And I'll CC in
Arden Constabulary.

What about all
those other thefts?

Did April know
you were The Magpie?

- What? No, I'm--
- Oh, come on.

You needed the money. I get it.

The shop was a perfect front
for you to launder the proceeds.

And you knew all the kids.
They were in here all the time.

What? So--
So I'm the only person

that talks to teens
in Stratford?

I'm-- No.

I mean, look,
you've got to understand, right?

I never, ever meant to hurt her.

Hurt who?

Y-You?

Son, I-I did it
to protect this place,

o-our shop. I'm s-- I'm sorry.

Keep dusting the collectables.
I'll see you soon.

Come on then, Mr. Magpie.

I've told you, that's not me.

Funny how some murderers really
don't like being called thieves.

Do you think we should
stay with Zak?

Hopefully he'll be
alright for now.

And Marty's
got the youth club kids sorted.

He's great with them,
isn't he? They love him.

They certainly do.

Yes... erm...

Oh, isn't that the watch that--

- Our client got nicked--
- By The Magpie. Yeah.

Just act casual, guys.

And, er, where's Keeler?

Oh, he's gone.

So's Morty.

- I'll ring Keeler.
- What's happening?

- Marty's The Magpie.
- What? But--

Go on. They need you.

- No!
- Sorry, chicks. Gotta fly!

- He's nicked my scooter.
- We've lost him.

Hang on. Is your tracker
still on the back of it?

- Great idea, Zak.
- To the Lu-Mobile!

It's a car, not a mobile toilet.

He's definitely in here.

Shall we split up?
I'll go to the office.

Zak, you go that way.
Er, no, er, that way.

Yeah, go that way, yes.

Ah, don't tell me.
We're locked in.

So what do we do now?

Zak. Where's Zak?

Zak. Zak!

Zak!

Zak! We're locked in!

Zak.

I thought
we were friends, Morty.

How could you?

Friends? You haven't got
any friends, Zak.

Oh.

Oh, you're scared?

Like when my boys
took your sketchbooks.

They said you were too chicken
to even fight back!

Come on, Zak.

Yes.

Yes. Well done.

- Let us out.
- Can you let us in? We can't--

Thank you.

Great news.

The police have found all the
parcels our clients had nicked.

So they're our client again,
are they?

Ye, since they agreed to pay up
every penny for the job.

We have visitors.

Oh. Hi, there. Hello, Zak.

How you doing?

I'm not exactly super,
but I'm okay.

And have you visited your dad?

He just keeps saying
he's sorry.

I believe him.

And what about the shop?
Are you going to take it over?

Well, we might not
actually have time.

We're working on
a graphic novel together.

Story by Thea, artwork by me.

A publisher's read it.

- Brilliant.
- That's amazing.

I think you'll make
a great team.

Oh, thank you.

We actually came by
to give you a thank you gift.

Here's an original
Zak McMorris.

- Oh, wow.
- Oh, I love it!

Lu's hair
is a thing of wonder.

As in real life.

And, Frank,
your pecs are magnificent.

Yeah, as in real life.

Look at the size of your--

As in real life.
Aren't we quite the super squad?

We are.

And you know what
a super squad needs?

Huh? A catchphrase.

Something like,
"We fight for truth!"

"For honour!"

"And for cake!"

What?
You'd totally fight for cake.

- No. You're right. I would.
- You would. Yeah.

- We fight for truth!
- For honour!

And for cake!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!