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The squid was getting worried. He knew that there was supposed to be a mill of some sort around here. (Having read the script.) But it just didn't seem to be where it ought to be. He'd looked at several streams and for wind mills.

The socks were of little help. The one with the safety pin kept assaulting Mexican sombreros and the sensitive one kept buying post cards. And the frog seemed to be responding to inner voices.

Some music wafted down from a roof top. He thought about going up and having a marguerita. Where there was music there usually were drinks. But he was sort of afraid of what effect the alcohol would have on the socks, and they weren't the most attentive entities in the world right now.

Suddenly, he stopped and listened closely. Was there? Yes! There was definitely a stomping sound going on witht he music! Dancing! Of course! Why hadn't he thought of that before? In a city of over ten million inhabitants and not a lot of money, what was the most readily available and inexpensive mode of power? Humans!

He mooched up the side of the building, after convincing Hugo, Lefty and the frog to sit quietly at the bottom. Peeking over the roof top, she saw a huge merry-go-rouond looking device with a dozen men in white pants and shirts dancing in a circle. But instead of going around themselves, the floor under them moved, since they had hold of bars that kept them in place.

The mill! The squid pondered at the slowness inherent in such a contraption, but decided not to quibble. He was at his destination.

Dropping down into the alley, he conveyed by his facial expression to the socks and amphibian, "I'm going to get us in the mill. Hugo and Lefty, you untie Harv and Biggles. Frog, you cover my escape route. I'll take care of any resistance."*

The squid took careful aim with the flare gun and fired at the door of the mill.