The search for RudeMan

For some time now, there's been a bad guy out there for whom we've been looking. He's a bad, bad egg and he's done awfully terrible things. Fortunately... and unfortunately... none of them have merited an actual pursuit of a criminal investigation or charges. That means while he hasn't actually harmed anyone, he's out there, running wild and causing discomfort and annoyance (in lieu of actual criminal mayhem) all over the globe.
He's known for:

• Picking up items in the grocery store, deciding he doesn't want them, then just leaving them on whatever shelves are nearby.
• Playing his music at unreasonably loud volume.
• Getting off an elevator and just standing there so nobody else can get off or on.
• Not covering up when he coughs or sneezes.
• Dialing a wrong number and being abusive to the innocent person who happens to pick up.
• Not rewinding rented VHS tapes (I said we've been looking for him for a while).
• Driving in a lane that is clearly marked as "RIGHT TURN ONLY", going all the way up to the light and then trying to merge into the thru lane.

You might be thinking "lots of people do those kinds of things" and you'd be thinking wrong. Believe it or not, our investigation has revealed that it's actually one very busy guy who is very good at disguising himself and travelling great distances. Since the cops can't, and won't, pursue him, it falls on us to try to do so. He's hard to pin down. As such, we don't know his true identity and have taken to calling him RudeMan. But it appears that our Unbelievasatellite has tracked him down in whatever country this is...

Yeah, that's him all right,

He needs to be stopped. The guys will offer more reasons why and hopefully some plans on how to do that later this week. Stay tuned (please)!

The Mysterious Mystery of Mysteriousness

It all started when we all went out and bought new cars. We all plumped for the same one - the '71 Matra Laser by Michelotti. You gotta admit, this is one sweet ride.

Michael also purchased a Calypso green Ford Falcon XA GT-HO Phase 4, too. Just for running to the store, he said.

We'd also recently completed reading the book Alfred Hitchcock and The three Investigators in The Mystery Of The Nervous Lion. All three of us. We read it to each other in turn, over the course of three nights, by candlelight. Wait, what? You DON'T do that?!

Whether any of those factors have anything to do with what happened next, I'm not sure. It could have been coincidence.

But what did happen next? Well, I'll let the others finish telling the story, as I like to keep you all in suspenders. What I can tell you is it involves our chance meeting with these people...

and the consumption of some yummy comestibles...

A mystery within

"Oh, is it hot in here? We haven't done
 anything wrong, so we didn't notice"

Something has happened that threatens to r-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-p-p-p-p The Unbelievables apart!

Here's the basic rundown:

As you all know, it's the top-secret files of The Kitsch Bitsch from which we initially sprung. She's like a mother to us. At least some of us feel that way.
Anyway, an enterprise created by KB (that's what we call her; you have a nickname or two for your own sweet Mama, yes?), a Facebook page to be specific, was struggling with a troll infestation recently. Michael offered his services in order to bring the situation under control. Two days later, the page was shut down. It's very similar to when a popular-yet-struggling family restaurant claims it's closing briefly for re-modeling and when it re-opens, it's a Burger King.

"And when we do, are you going to want pickles on that Whopper?"

Yes folks, something stinks. And for once, it's not Michael's gym bag. And why does a guy who only participates in "sans clothing" sports leagues need a gym bag anyway?
Michael has some explaining to do. And Jeff and I know how to get somebody to talk, don't we Jeff?

"What have you done to our beloved Mumsie, you lousy sonova..."