Darlene didn't know how to explain who she was. She was different. She was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a mystery wrapped in another enigma because they ran out of mysterious words to wrap her in. She was that mysterious.

She opened her eyes wide, almost so wide her eyeballs fell out. Figaro and everyone else grimaced in disgust. She was a gross mystery sometimes. Then she shook her fingers, wiggled her whole body, extended her tongue out as far as it would go, and emitted an ululating cry that reminded everyone of yodeling.

Finally, she shook her head.

"I have no idea what happened to Crazytown," she announced. "At all."