Doc glared at Schermerhorn as the self-proclaimed faith healer and showman ordered his caravan crew to assemble the preaching tent at the far end of Dodge and to ready the rest of the Magical Medicine and Healing Show. The physician shook his head and turned back to face Kitty and Festus, "Well, it looks like he's going to set up shop," Doc said with a huff.

"Wall at least I can see what he does," Festus chimed in with a smile on his weathered face.

Doc shot a look over to the hill man, "You stay away from him! It's your fault they are staying, nosey britches!" Doc scolded the deputy while wagging his finger at him.

"My fault?" Festus protested.

"Yes! You had to go and open that door on the wagon!" Doc trust his finger in the direction of there they wagon was and its door.

Kitty made a face, "I was partly responsible too, Doc," she confessed.

"Well," Doc said as he drew his hand across his moustache, "I guess it doesn't matter now. What's done is done and he'd going to set up his show," he huffed.

"I think I've seen enough to last me the day," Doc stated and was about to leave when he spotted Matt working his way through the crowd toward him, "What's going on here?" the marshal asked. "People have been poking their noses in every crevasse up and down Front Street," he stated.

The town doctor ticked his head, "Well, perhaps Festus and Kitty can fill you in on that," he said with a slight muse to his tone as he cast a look over to the saloon owner and deputy.

"Oh?" Matt asked as he tucked his thumbs over his gun belt and rocked slightly on his heels as he looked at his friends. He wet his lips as he waited to hear what Kitty and Festus had to say.

"Ole Schermerhorn's full of hogwash! Thar weren't nothin' in that hole!" Festus barked at the doctor as he flailed his hands around.

Matt frowned, "Alright, out with it," he ordered.

Kitty made a face and then sighed, "I guess we all got caught up in the excitement," she started.

"We?" Doc grunted causing Matt to frown further.

Kitty made a face at the doctor, "There was a caravan here and there was a sign that said "Open This Door," but the other part was hidden," Kitty exclaimed.

Matt's eyebrows knitted together, "What other part?" he asked trying to control his growing temper.

"The "Do Not" part," Doc said as he noted Kitty struggling to speak the words.

Matt drew a deep breath and looked at his friends, "You opened a door that said not to?" he questioned.

All three of his friends nodded.

"And then what happened?" Matt asked.

"Nothing!" Festus chortled.

Matt wasn't buying it, "If nothing happened, then why are the citizens of Dodge seemingly be looking for something?" he said as he leaned slightly closer to his friends and asked in a low calculated tone.

Kitty pursed her lips, "Well, Matt…" she started, "According to Schermerhorn, there where imps in that box," she said trying not to sound like a fool.

Matt blinked as he tried to comprehend what Kitty just told him, "Imps?"

All three of his friends nodded again, "So Schermerhorn said," Doc said as he half chuckled.

"You don't believe him, do you Doc?" Festus poked his finger into Doc's right shoulder.

Doc frowned at the hill man's action, "Of course not!" he barked. "Imps are normally little children that tend to get into mischief. And there were no little children in that wagon opening," he said as he ran his right hand down and across his cheek and chin.

Matt was looking less than impressed, "And just what are these imps suppose to do?" he had to ask.

Festus looked cagey, "Wall, ole Schermerhorn said that they will cause problems," he stated.

Matt pursed his lips, "What kind of problems?" he was growing angrier as the conversation dragged on.

Doc rubbed the back of his neck, "He never really did say," he said looking over to Kitty for some sort of support.

Kitty nodded, "But he did say they steal and play practical jokes," she added.

Matt rolled his eyes, "How can something that wasn't there, steal and play jokes on people?" he finally burst. "Have you lost your minds?" he growled.

Matt hadn't even finished asking the question when he heard his name being called from across the street, "Marshal! Marshal!" Wilbur Jonas yelled from the boardwalk in front of his store. The small group turned to look. Jonas was waving his right hand for Matt to go to the general store.

"Now what?" Matt grumbled and began walking toward the store. Doc, Kitty and Festus followed out of morbid curiosity; they wanted to know if the store owner's complaint had to do with imps.

Matt stopped short of the boardwalk, "What is it Jonas?" he asked. The store owner was clearly flustered.

"Someone stole some gold cufflinks!" Jonas stated loudly enough that everyone near by could hear. He pointed into his store.

Matt frowned, "I'm not surprised. You've had a lot of customers in your store today," he said as he tried to ease the store owner's angst.

"It didn't happen this morning, Matt. It happened within the last half hour!" Jonas stated.

Matt's right eyebrow lifted and he turned back to face Doc, Kitty and Festus. The deputy busied himself by poking his boot toe at a rock on the street. Matt's eyes narrowed and he turned back to face the store owner, "How do you know it was within the last half hour?" he asked.

"Since that caravan came into town, I didn't have a soul in the store. They all left to see what was going on, and I had just finished placing new items out and came to the door to watch on," Jonas sputtered.

"And these cufflinks where some of your new items?" Matt asked.

Jonas shook his head no, "I had to move them to make room for newer ones," he stated.

"Are you sure you just didn't misplace them?" Matt had to ask.

Jonas frowned, "I most certainly did not," he huffed. "They were a matched pair for the tie clip I have," he pointed into the store.

"I see," Matt said. "Well if you were watching the goings on, how could have anyone gotten passed you?" he inquired.

Jonas had to think about that, "I don't know," he sighed.

"Imps," Festus spoke up from the street. "You can't seem 'em," he continued.

Matt and Jonas looked over to the hill man. "Imps?' Jonas asked.

"Here we go," Matt stated. Jonas still didn't understand what Festus meant. "I guess I'd better pay Schermerhorn a visit," he frowned and walked away.

"What about my cufflinks?" Jonas called after the marshal as he walked away with Festus hot on his heels.

Kitty stepped up to Jonas' side, "Close the store and come over for a drink. Doc and I will try and explain," she smiled.

Jonas' eyes darted between his friends and wondered if they had finally lost their senses. But the only way for him to find out was to do as Kitty suggested. Slowly Jonas nodded and closed up his store. "Imps?" he said looking over his shoulder to the saloon owner and doctor; both nodded.