“I guess this is goodbye Baker Bloch.”
“Not forever Wheeler. Just until we can figure out how to deal with you and Mid Hazel. Baker Blinker, Hucka Doobie and I.”
“Tell Baker Blinker congratulations on the land sale. Oh, one last thing. I want to say goodbye to Old Mabel as well.”
“Very well.” He changes.
“My car disappeared,” starts Old Mabel.
“Never mind that *young* Martian. You can rez another one over there on Mid Hazel’s property.” She turns around and points.
“I hope that, at the least, you do not consider me a mortal enemy. I only used the Wilson mask as needed. I am truly David Bowie underneath it all.”
“Are you?” asks a still skeptical Old Mabel.
“I guess that’s what we’ll find out. Come over here now and rezz another car and skedaddle back to your Heterocera.” She walks forward, and Old Mabel follows. “Just through these pillars.”
“No,” says Old Mabel firmly, sensing a possible trap. “I’ll rezz the car from this position. I see the property lines.”
The Spookmobile appears above the “B” on the wooden platform. Old Mabel hops in remotely.
“You better change back into Baker Bloch or you might not be able to reach the pedals.”
“Oh right,” states Old Mabel, and she transforms once more. But Baker then has to stand up again and sit back into the car to fit properly. Mid Hazel’s plan had worked (of course).
Baker Bloch steers the car toward Wheeler and runs into her, moving her about 5 feet up and sideways both. Smiling, he drives up beside her again.
“Aw, what the heck,” he says, already under the spell. “Hop in. Let’s go see that (boy) Karoz of yours. Just for a little bit.”
“Just for a little bit,” reiterates Wheeler.
As they sloppily made their way back onto Highway 9, the only bridge into New Island remained open…
… for a lesser bit.