Mrs. Pumpkinclanger, Greg and others in “Unfinished Business”

Zip that incessant chatter down there!

Oh, goody. It's our upstairs neighbor, Mrs. Pumpkinclanger. (laughs as he enters the alley and looks up at Mrs. Pumpkinclanger)

I'm sick to death of your tiresome meanderings. Grunge has taken the speedway to the Amalfi Drive. A beautiful and treacherous mountain road. He's headed for a city near there. It's just west of Pompeii. The ancient Roman town that was destroyed by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Now, go find him, and leave me in peace! (she shuts her window)

(waves goodbye) Thank you. Gosh, she's so sweet, isn't she?

Grunger, they're on to you, but I've got a surprise. Take the speedway to some islands where there aren't any roads.

No roads, Carmen? (coughs) Don't the people there drive?

That's my surprise, fumeface. They're uninhabited. So, there's no one you can offend.

No people, Carmen? Where on earth--

I was just getting to that. These British islands are in the South Atlantic at the east end of the Scotia Sea. Just think, piston breath. You'll have that speedway to yourself.