>Go through magic picture window.

You betcha! It's on the agenda! But first, you show some love to LUCY and AMY. Wait right here, mama will be right back, my little scalie babies. My little puffy bubbies. My little wibbie pibbies, you say semisensically.

Thoughts wander, and you can feel the wind of attention turning its capricious breeze elseways. Would you be cool with us seeing what some of the others are doing for a sec? You would? Cool. We swear you're going right through the magic picture window to the land of the dead after that.

>Allow winds of attention to turn capricious breeze elseways.