The group enters the foyer, observing with some curiosity the many clocks lining the walls. Ace turns to his associates. "So, I hear Mr. Much is kinda' the eccentric type."

"Eccentric?" Billy scratches his shaggy red hair in perplexity. "What's that mean?"

"It meanssss he'ssss a kook." Snake replies.

"Yes," Lagos replies somewhat vindictively. "But a rich kook."

Her curiosity now beginning to get the better of her, Rebecca turns to the butler and inquires,"Pardon me, I don't mean to pry, but if I may please ask, why does Mr. Much keep so many clocks?"

"Master Much insists on knowing what time it is at all hours of the day." Lagos replies.

"What time isss it nowsss?" Snake inquires. The butler motions toward a small clock with an odd looking face on the wall just above them. "In five seconds it will be approximately four o'clock." As it reaches the hour, the clock chimes, "YO. YO. YO. YO."

"Say, " an intrigued Billy notes. "Maybe if we come back at twelve o'clock, we can hear da whole song!" His friends just look at him oddly.

"Master Much is in his den." Lagos notes. "Follow me, please." Upon this, the group then begins following him again.

Snake, who's now bringing up the back of the group, notices another unusual looking clock. Suddenly, a smallish parakeet pops out and squawks, "AWWWW-K!" Snake reels back in shock. "Hey, that ain't funny, wisssseguy! I'll teach you a thingsss or two about sssssscarin' peoplessss!" Upon this, the bird angrily squawks, "BRAAAAAAAACK!"

"Gah!" Snake fearfully takes to his heels and races after the rest of the group.

As everyone was walking towards the study, Mojo whispers to Rebecca, "I'm starting to have a feeling that Lagos is up to something."

Rebecca says softly, "Mojo, you're imagining things. He may look like something out of an old horror movie, but he's nice."

Mojo scoffs, "Right, especially when he's charming like a snake." Rebecca stops in her tracks and says to Mojo, "What's with you now? You lightly push me behind you just because the butler gave me a kiss on the hand! Big deal! I'm not dumping you for him! He's too old for me!"

Mojo keeps his temper controlled and says as he held Rebecca's face, "I know that, but I'm a bit suspicious about the job and what we have to do. I just have this feeling deep inside my gut and it's not gas, mind you. That is to say that I have this feeling inside of my stomach, but it's not nausea or indigestion."

Ace leans over and casually whispers in Rebecca's ear. "I, uh, kinda' gotta agree wit' Mojo on this one. Somethin' does seem kinda' fishy about that dude."

"Honestly, I expected better of you two!" Rebecca replies indignantly. "Surely you would know better than to judge a book by its cover."

"Yeah, but dis book don't look like a good read." Ace replies.

"Oh, Ace you needn't be so suspicious, I'm sure he's fine." Rebecca replies confidently. Mojo and Ace share unsure looks with each other as they enter the study.

The group makes their way through the room, past a large series of animal trophies, until they reach the back of the room where a man with short white hair, wearing a tall silk hat and a black silk tuxedo, is siting. "Ah, good evening, friends. Might you, perchance, be the housesitters?"

"Yes, Mr. Much." Mojo replies.

"Ah, excellent. Now, your wages will be $100, room and board."

"Ssssay, that don't sssssound sssso bad." Snake whispers to Arturo, who nods in agreement.

"I need for you to look out for spies and international jewel thieves." Mr. Much elaborates.

"Uh, s-sure, that won't be no problem." Billy replies apprehensively.

Rebecca smiles, "You got nothing to worry about with us around, Mr. Much." Mr. Much looks at Mojo and the Gang Green Gang unsure, then says, "Really? But it seems your friends have been known villains in Townsville." Mojo said, "We used to be villains, but we're upstanding citizens and have reformed our evil ways. That is to say we are not in the villain business anymore. We won't be stealing or causing mayhem at all."

Mojo wraps his arm around Rebecca's waist, which made her smile and hold her hands onto Mojo's. Mr. Much smiles at the sight and says, "Ah, I see. Love changing a blackened heart into gold. That is valuable." Ace said, "Yeah, even me and my buddy Snake here have girlfriends who made us better people."

Lagos rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "How droll and sickening." Arturo gave a squeak and cries out, "EL DIABLO! EL DIABLO! EL DIABLO!" Everyone stares at Arturo to see what he's yelling about, but all they saw was a black cat walking over. Rebecca looks at the feline as it lightly rubs her head to Rebecca's leg. The girl picks up the cat, which made Mr. Much say, "Oh, you have nothing to be afraid of. That's only Midnight."

Arturo shook with fear, which made Ace say, "Heh, scared over a little cat." Mojo rubs Midnight's ears and hears a purr from the feline, which made him say, "Even if it's a black cat. Arturo must be superstitious." Mr. Much gets up from his desk as Lagos says, "Sir, your plane should be leaving. You best get to the airport."

Mr. Much checks his watch and says, "You're right. Okay, I'll be away for a few days. Keep an eye on things and take care. Make yourselves at home, kids. Lagos, show the guests to their rooms." Lagos nodded as Mr. Much takes his suitcase and heads out of the mansion, then he steps into a limo with a chauffer and the limo drives off.

Midnight brought her paw up and lightly taps Rebecca's cheek, which made everyone look at the sweet scene. Lagos walks towards Rebecca and says, "In my years of serving this mansion, Midnight never likes strangers. But she certainly likes you." Rebecca shrugs, "I just love animals." Mojo sees the lust in Lagos' eyes and spoke up, "Our rooms, sir?"

Lagos nods, "Right, I'll take your bags and you can follow me." As everyone followed the butler up a grand staircase, the Gang Green Gang nervously looked at the suits of armor and gargoyles. Mojo looks at the paintings on the walls and says, "Mr. Much must be a fanatic of fine art." Lagos said, "Oh, yes. He's a collector of such finery as paintings, jewelry, and rare artifacts of the past."

Arturo marvels at the gorgeous paintings. "Ooh, that es pretty fancy-like."