Meanwhile, in the living room, Billy, Arturo and Grubber suddenly hear a boogie-woogie tune being played on a piano. Grubber begins tapping his toes to the rhythm, "Thbbtht, phthbbtht, thbbt!"

"You're right, Grubber, it is purty catchy-like." Billy promptly gets up from his chair and begins dancing rhythmically. Perplexed, Arturo begins rubbing his chin. "Say...if we es here alone, who es playing the piano?"

"I dunno, maybe-" Suddenly, what's happening dawns on Billy as a disconcerted expression crosses his face; Grubber follows suit. "Tbbtht?"

"You're right, Grubber, maybe we better go look." The three of them traipse into the next room and discover that no one is playing the piano! Billy can almost feel the ice running down his spine as he wanders closer, ultimately discovering, much to everyone's relief, Midnight tiptoeing across the keys.

"Aww, look fellas, it's only Midnight," Billy coos, as he walks up to the cat and gently pets her head. "Nice li'l kitty-kitty."(He had always been very gentle.) Midnight gives a soft purr. Grubber then gently strokes Midnight, then Arturo reaches his trembling hand toward the cat and pets her for a bit(Clearly, he was still afraid of bad luck). "Pfew," Arturo breathes a hearty sigh of relief. "Good thing there es no one suspicious in the hacienda after all."

A thoughtful look(Which, for him, was a rarity) crosses Billy's face. "Mmn," he muses. "S'pose we oughta' see how Mojo an' da others are doin'?"

"That es a good idea, Billy," Arturo replies as he traipses toward a shelf at the far side of the room. "Perhaps they are-MUMF!" he's cut off sharply as a white gloved hand shoots out from behind the shelf, covers his mouth, and drags him away.

"Mumf?" Billy echoes, scratching his head. "What's that mean?" When he hears no answer, he then turns to see that Arturo is missing. "Hey, Grubber, Arturo's gone!"

"Phthbbt." Grubber raspberries worriedly.

"We better go find the others; I bet they'll know what ta do." Billy motions, upon which the two of them set off to find the rest of the group.

From a secret compartment behind the shelf, the villainous Femme Fatale is busily tying up Arturo's arms and legs with rope. "Hah, you're coming with us, twerp! Can't have any witnesses to Mr. Lagos' plan." She then ties a handkerchief over his mouth for a gag. "Mmph-mmmh-mmm!" Arturo mumbles in protest.

Femme totes Arturo over to a chair next to Rebecca and ties him to it. "Now, just sit back and watch what we have in store for your friends, fools!" She punctuates her sentence with a nasty laugh as she leaves the room. Arturo glances up at Rebecca. "Becca?" he says in a muffled voice.

"Arturo?" she replies in a muffled voice.

Over with Mojo, he's sitting near the desk with his feet up. Nero sniffs around and starts growling. Mojo got up from the desk and asks, "What's wrong, boy? Sniff him out!" Mojo looks through the drawer and sees a little pistol, then he picks it up. Mojo follows the dog, but sees Billy and Grubber rush in.

The three collided and bonked heads, then Mojo groans, "What's the idea of bumping into me?" Billy said, "Arturo's gone!" Grubber raspberries to Mojo what happened, then Mojo said, "When you three were about to go see me, Arturo disappeared like that?" The three nodded, then they looked to see Nero run towards the four and snarl at the Gang Green Gang members. Mojo said, "Easy, Nero. They're friends of mine." Nero's ears perked up and his stubby tail wagged, then Billy rubs the dog's ears.

In a moment, they all heard a Morse code machine go off near the desk. Mojo said, "Shortwave. Take it down, Billy." Billy grabs a pen and writes down the beeps, then the beeps stopped in a few seconds and Billy stopped writing. Mojo asked, "What does that mean?" Billy imitated the beeps, "Eeh-eeh! Eeh-eeh-eeh-eeh!"

Mojo rolls his eyes and smacks Billy's face with a groan, "Eh, shut up!" He turns to Grubber and asks, "What does it say?" Grubber razzes to the beeps, "Pffbt-pffbt-pfbbbbttt!" Annoyed, Mojo says as he slaps Grubber's face, "You too?"

"We'll need to split up in order to cover this place," Mojo motions. "Which is to say that we shall be able to search much more effectively if we go in different directions, which is to say that we will need to search each of the rooms in this house." He turns to Billy. "Billy, I'll need you to go to the den," he then turns to Grubber. "And I'll need you to go to the basement."

"Duh, sure thing, Mojo." Billy obliges.

"Thbbtht." Grubber razzes obligingly.

"Excellent." The three of them then disperse.