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Welcome to the little slice of heaven,

my hotel.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

So, we've got you

in the presidential suite.

It's top-notch.

Nothing but the best for you, daddy.

The royal treatment.

Let me take care of your bags for you.

Hey, Neal, sign my skull.

Be right back.

Don't mess this up for me.

Of course I won't.

You'll probably do that all on your own.

All right.

Just right in the middle? Okay.

- Neal Morris. Here you go.

- Awesome.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

The package has arrived.

Good work, Shel.

Close it down and return to the roost.

- And Sheldon?

Yeah?

Lose the fake voice. It's creepy.

Why do you

always gotta bust me, Wheeze? Why?

Eyes on the prize, Sheldon.

We're winning this contest.

- Got me?

- Yeah, I got you.

Double Word Wham.

Bonus word score.

Okay. So, here we are.

Merv Kilbo's finest.

The presidential suite.

So? Do you love it?

What's not to love?

Welcome home, Neal. Welcome home.

Lava lamp.

Cool.

Come on, let's go!

In your third book, Zip, Zoome, Zilch,

Tripp finds his way out of

the SCUM cave using the flashlight

that he rewired into a laser, right, Neal?

- Actually, the...

- Hello? Drop any brain cells lately?

It was his battery-operated toothbrush.

Yeah, yeah, battery-operated.

And he used it as a diamond drill.

- Laser.

- Drill!

- Laser!

Drill.

- Laser. Laser. Laser.

- Drill. Drill.

You guys just excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Hello.

You! You... You're him!

In the flesh.

- Who should I make it out to?

- Just sign it to me.

Well, I mean, not the word "me,"

but my name.

No, no, not "my name,"

but my name, Skunk.

Just sign it to Skunk.

"To Skunk, Neal Morris. " There you go.

- Floss.

- Floss!

Maurice.

Maurice, look! He signed it!

Would you stop jumping around

like a baby gorilla?

We are not here to get autographs.

Go. Go, go, go.

Get, get. Come on, let's go. Move.

Okay, okay.

Surrounded by oddballs,

each more desperate

and with less a hold on reality

than the next.

Whoa!

Big "whoa," little lady.

Pretty incredible rig, isn't it?

Made it myself, straight from the plot

of The Tripp of Time, just like Tripp.

And you did this because?

Because of the contest, newbie.

Whoever proves to be Zoome enough

wins the prize.

"Zoome enough"?

Oh, yeah.

Whoever can show

they know the most about Tripp Zoome

wins the ultimate fan prize, the chance

to become a character in my next book,

and the opportunity to read it

before it's published.

Which would be so

amazingly incredible.

Yes, it would.

I worship at your feet, Neal.

No need.

Another brush with danger!

The catchphrase.

- Floss!

Floss!

And on that note, good night.

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