It was just yet another weekend afternoon. Tom, Edd and Matt had just gotten back from fishing, Tom having caught a whole whale with his harpoon gun. He was walking inside the house with a bundle of harpoons in his arms while humming his little ‘Harpoons, harpoons, they’re better then spoons’ song to himself, yet quickly get quiet as he hears someone rumbling with a lock to one of the rooms. Tom drop his harpoons before picking one up and pointing it at whoever it is.

”Who goes there?!”