“It had to be done, Hucka Doobie. To keep the league of Axis away.”
“Or keep them closer to your vest,” responded the bee-person, perhaps my bestest friend inworld now that Baker Blinker is away so much. “It’s a beautiful spot. Right next to the old quarry. Of course this was all planned out.”
“Now you can monitor what the Purple and the Bear do in their secret lair. Not that you’re *spying* or anything.”
“Of course not (!)”
“No, because it will be me in that secret lair and me alone.”
Hucka Doobie looked across at me (in character) and then toward the hideout.
“Good deal,” she ended.