Okay, things aren't going so well, right now.  Festus had his circuits freeze up from flying over cold Canada and we ended up crashing into a bunch of port-o-potties somewhere in Detroit, Michigan.  Yuck!  Piper and I go exploring this old warehouse, and next thing I knew, Piper and I were dangling from a ceiling with three cyclops talking about eating us for supper.  Leo came to the rescue and freed us both, but gross, the cyclops started putting themselves back together, so jumped aboard Festus and got out of there.