Pick a peck of

With more than a little apprehension, I called on the manor at precisely 3:00 PM. The widow called me into her chambers with surprisingly little wait and motioned for me to shut the door. She glanced over her book, titled "Lively and Engaging Sporting Games for Young Men in the Summer at the Beach," and stared with glassy eyes.

The voices from the first game. I think. They need to get into practice.

BUT AT LEAST THEY DIDN'T USE THE CARTOON VOICES, FOR BLOODY HOWLING PUPPIES SAKES.