Cadbury’s upper-arm strength is remarkable for a middle-aged man who lifted nothing heavier than Madame’s glove from the table in the entry. Not only can he hold himself up, he can do so while swinging on a rope. My shoulders ache just thinking about it. Master Richie, here pretending to be a super-powered endowed crime fighter named Rippy, is scowling for two reasons: 1) This rope stuff hurts, and 2) They have bad aim and appear to be going around the pirates.

We’ll have to try again the next time we swing around, Crashman! I just hope they are still in a state of surprise and haven’t recovered sufficiently to stab us as he swing towards them again, defenseless.