Wow! Thanks, Rustic, for directing me to that other thread--I was gonna have to up my dose of Effexor if I didn't find out what happened to all them Paul dolls! Glad you managed to get both feet back on the ground, even if the cotton candy didn't make a very good landing pad.

BTW, did anyone ever figure out what the Tongue Talking Mohunkers were planning to do with those bits of duct tape littered with yanked-out Khandu hair? That kind of thing could be dangerous in the wrong hands; improper disposal could cause monsters to evolve from the sewage plant across the street from their new church--I can see it now: it's the dark of night, and a furry, shambling creature stumbles from the door of the sewage plant, mumbling something about "Spaw!" and "Ducks!" in an exaggerated Southern drawl.

Lin