The Stallions were quietly communing, the closest they could come to reconnecting.
"I've been thinking," started S2.
"That we could take additional advantage of our situations," finished Stallion, because he had been thinking the same.
"Exactly. Field trip?"
"We're good to go!"
Just then, Cousin emerged with a straight-razor held delicately in his left hand.
"Which way did the storm blow?" he asked them. "Jelly Croissanwich needs a heading."
"Igor bumped off the hills & then back out to sea," they said in unison, shared a look, & stepped down off the porch. "See ya."