At the Northwest Mansion, Charleston Northwest was going over a list which looked similar to a massive guest list.
Just then, a lean butler walked into his quarters holding a glass of what appeared to be apple cider.
"Your apple cider, sir." The butler announced as he handed it to his master.
"Thank you Alfred." Charleston said. "Even though I don't appreciate you being here."
"You never do sir." Alfred reminded his boss.
"No, I don't." Charleston confirmed with a smile before going over the guest list.
"I've taken a look at the guest list sir and might I say, what a wonderful variety of guests." Alfred commented. "Michael C. Hall, Chip Brille, William Zabka."
"Yes. I've wanted a word with Hall after the finale of Baxter." Charleston said.
"But, might I inquire as to why you're inviting your daughter, along with her weird husband and that irritating film dork daughter of theirs?" Alfred asked.
"She's my daughter." Charleston replied. "She's more of a child than my son ever was."
"And also, your granddaughter and her boy-"
"I want to rub it in Preston's face." Charleston replied.
"Of course you do." Alfred commented. "But also, why did you invite the buffoon? The Mr Mystery?"
"Does it matter as to why I've done it?" Charleston asked. "I invited him because he's a valuable part of the rich people community."
"No he isn't." Alfred retorted.
"You're right. Only invited him because well...Seeing that he managed to tame a flying beast a few weeks ago..." Charleston started as he pulled out a photo of Soos. "...Perhaps he can tame another."