“You just need to alter his diet a smidge. Make it high in rich, gamey meats and, rarzer zan milk or vater, giff him fresh blood to drink.”
Unconsciously Mandrake covered the gouges in his legs just in case Noggin decided it was time for a snack.
“Thank you, Sir that's very helpful.”
At that point Kilo came back inside closely followed by a very depressed looking Flug.
“Any sign?” asked Ollie, sort of knowing the answer.
“None at all,” said the scientist. “There's a few footprints out there by the door but after that, nothing.”
Excalibur Cross, who had been busy writing away furiously in his notebook, piped up.
“Seems like some sort of search is in order. Might I suggest we split up?”
“It seems zat Stitches has already done zat yes. Ha ha ha,” said Jocular. He was met by an absence
