Back at the Juke Joint, Blondy pulled at his beer and kicked his feet up on the table." That's about it. After the encounter with the mo-ped trolls left the Plymouth sitting pretty, we just followed him on into the Lucky U. His girlfriend said we could drive our cars back here and Mr Soup would pick them up later. Has anybody actually seen the guys face yet?" Murmurs from the group indicated he was still a mystery. It was then that the two-tone Plymouth swept into the gravel parking lot, stopping in fromt of a crowd of amazed on-lookers. The driver's side window rolled down, and a face appeared: a strange, fuzzy, pointed face, it's rodent-like snout carrying a very expensive pair of Vuarnet Sunglasses."My God," stammered Blondy. " Mr Soup...Marsoup...MARSOUPIAL! We've been whipped by a possum!"