Darlene shakes the little man to make him talk. "Who are you working for?"

"Th-th-the mole people," the Little Man says.

"What?! Those evil little hole-digging vermin that live underground in the dark?"

"Y-yes," the Little Man says. "Th-that's them. They pay me good money."

Darlene kicked the Little Man in the nuts. "You make me sick!"

The Little Man lay down on the roof and clutched his groin and groaned. Darlene kicked him in the ribs and he rolled off the roof and hit the ground with a thud. Darlene floated back to Figaro and Winston.

"Well?" Winston said. "Who is he working for?"

"The Mole People."

Figaro's jaw dropped. "Whaaaaat? You gotta be kidding me!"

Darlene ran her fingers through her long hair. "I wish I was. It looks like we're gonna have to make a little side trip to Moleville and talk to some moles."