M walked into Q's laboratory garage, and paused. The possessed BMW roared by in pursuit of a tire with bells attached.

"Amusing yourself at work, Q?"

Q was tinkering a device of some sort. He looked up. "What? Oh, well, I've always wanted a pet. Besides, he might be useful in tracking Ethan Rayne… if I can get the right smell."

"He?"

-

The next tour was just beginning at the Tower of London, when all heck broke loose.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why is there a man using his head as a bowling ball?"

"What?" She looked around, and saw a ghost… bowling with another taking score. They looked around.

"Ah nuts, Henry. They saw us!"

"Mommy, why are we running away?"

Elsewhere, the royal sceptor was floating in midair, while beating guards about the head.

-

A dazed clerk at a steeplechase, took random bits of things from several horses who were placing bets on how well their humans could jump. In the background, several people in red were trying to leap over obstacles and failing miserably.

James and Xander stood watching from a distance.

"There's something you don't see everyday."

"Could be a new trend…"

"Exercise routine?"

-

"London Police."

"My cat is missing…"

"I'm sorry but…"

"The flying spoon said they'd be back in a day or so…"

"What?"

The supervisor walked up at that point. "What happened?"

"Ma'am, can I put you on hold."

"But I need to get Snookum's back"

The operator rubbed his eyes. "Sir…" then an officer called.

"This is Officer Jones… I need back up. We're being dive bombed by flying pigs. I repeat, flying pigs!" Then screaming was heard. "Not that! Anything but that!"

The line went dead.

James and Xander drove away after reassuring the clerk that he was really just dreaming. They left him curled in a ball in his office, with a horse massaging his back as he rocked back and forth. As they continued in search of Ethan, they watched an officer run by screaming. He was dressed in a Michael Jackson outfit complete with gloves. Following along behind him were several pigs with wings.

They blinked.

Meanwhile, the supervisor took over while the controller stared wide-eyed at the blinking lights as he whimpered.

"No sir, I do not know why a tree picked you up and threatened you with severe damage if you did not quit smoking." He hung up, and rubbed his eyebrows. The lines rang again.

"Help me!"

"What is it sir?"

"The crumpets are revolting!"

"Try less tea!" He hung up again.

Then the normally unflappable supervisor screamed as his computer monitor grew eyeballs, a mouth, and legs and started chasing him and the controller around the room.

-

Several bystanders looked in shock at the supposedly stoic and silent guards in front of the palace. They were dressed only in boxers, and were trying desperately to chase their clothes down. Several items were doing the cha-cha while one set was stripping to an unheard tune.

The Queen blinked as several paintings started yelling at each other to be quiet.

-

"Q?" M paused. "Quit petting the car, and listen to me."

"Sorry M."

"Things are getting worse, have you got it ready to search yet?"

"Of course, and he's raring to go. I just gave him some improved gas and oil."

"Just get a move on!"