The Conductor Conducts Once More ...

The Conductor ...

... after picking himself up and dusting himself off after his recent ass kicking ...

"But anyway, we beat the living pulp out of The Conductor (note to would-be villains: spring for some hired muscle henchmen and at least make it a challenge), rescued Rod, who came back to Stileto Flats with us where he performed a free concert that still somehow raised a million dollars for charity." 

So said Clark in last Friday's post.

But that wasn't the end of it.

As it turned out, The Conductor was listening - beaten, battered and bloody such that he was. But he was coherent enough to take Clark up on his "note to would-be villains." 

We found out about this little turn of events in a note he sent us:

Jeff: "Uh ... guys? We might have a problem ..."

Michael: "Are we out of Grape Nuts again?"

Clark: "I paid the electric bill, so don't blame me!"

Jeff: "No ... it's The Conductor again. He left us a note. He hired muscle. And some pretty formidable (albeit elderly) muscle at that. He procured none other than Ryūzō and The Seven Henchmen ..."

Ryūzō and some of his henchmen

  
"... and they absconded with Rod Stewart as soon as he landed. And The Conductor wants a ransom for his return this time. Plus some vintage odds and ends for his model train collection. AND he wants his demands met in 48 hours."

Clark: Son of a ... that's the first time one of our foes has EVER taken our advice!"

Me: "Well ... it's a fine time for this to crop up. I had plans to get my Christmas shopping done this weekend. Now it looks like we need to save Rod's ass once again ..."

Clark: "... as well as the rest of him."

Jeff:  "So ... anyone know anything about these thugs The Conductor hired?"

We'd find out soon enough ...

We're Wild About Harry ...

All the tributes are nice, there's no doubt about that. And, as you might gather, there are a bevy of them.

But I'd like to switch gears for a moment and offer something by contrast - one of The Unbelievables favorite things to do when we defeat ne'er-do-wells, something I don't think we've shared previously.

We leave them a nice little present while they're wallowing in the misery of their defeat.

Each of us - Jeff, Clark and myself - enjoy playing the song "One" while we walk off the scene, leaving them to lick their wounds.

Psychologically, it's one more punch in the gut. And an appropriate one at that. You can imagine it being difficult to recover from a good old fashioned Unbelievables ass kicking any time of day or night. It's even more difficult with the iconic tune dancing 'round your head while you're holding it in your hands trying to make the throbbing stop. Poor bad guys.

Now, while one might thing the popular Three Dog Night recording would be the go-to tune, it's not. Each of us have our favorite versions, none of which is that particular one. 

Jeff's? The Aimee Mann rendition. (Who knew he was a sucker for Aimee Mann?!?)

Clark? He prefers Filter's take on the tune which is ... interesting to say the least. (There's a twinkle in his eye each time he puts this one on for Henri Petit. With the little twit flailing wildly after being chucked through a window to the waiting pavement below, "One" fades off in the distance. in. Can you imagine that? It's devastating, to say the least ...)

Me? I'm old school: I like the Harry Nilsson original ...

Those poor, poor bad guys ...