Unklewittiky walked out of the clothing store in a vibrant red shirt, khakis, a flowery overcoat, and flip flops. "There, they'll never recognize me now," he said as he dumped his black robes in a nearby trashcan. He continued to walk the Santana village as he made his way into the Juanes State. "If he's in here I'll never find him." Unklewittiky said as he sat down on a park bench. "You keep Fruit Loops in your pocket too, I don't trust Toucan Sam, but damn does he make a fine cereal." He heard a female voice say from above him. Unklewittiky looked up to see Chiprent sitting at a table with Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa. "Oh s***"