Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

"Step aside inferior beings," Jenkins said, appearing out of thin air. "I want to see the evidence firsthand."

As Jacob helped the young woman to her feet, Clara furtively searching her pockets for some rotting eggs, Jenkins knelt down beside the dead wolf, holding his hanky up to his nose, examining its millinery. "It's part of its anatomy," he observed, tugging on its nightcap, trying and failing to remove it.

"And that helps us how?" Jacob said, raising his eyebrows.

"It doesn't," Jenkins said simply, getting to his feet, "and put that poultry away," he fired at Clara, just as the eggs exploded into squawking chickens. Clara folded her arms across her chest as they flew away, Jenkins surveying her with some disgust. "You've really let yourself go, haven't you?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

"So have you," Clara spat. "You're hardly a silver fox, are you?"

Jenkins just ignored her. "For God's sake, put it away," he snapped as Jacob stripped to the waist, draping his checked shirt over the girl's shoulders.

"My hero," the girl said, teeth chattering.

"It's no biggie," Jacob said mock bashfully, sensing another conquest.

But the girl ignored him, rushing forwards, throwing herself into Cassandra's arms instead, Eve sashaying over to the others. "Helllllo," Eve trilled upon seeing Jenkins. "How lovely your suit looks today."

"Is she turning into Ezekiel?" Jenkins fired at Jacob, but Jacob wasn't listening.

"It was me that saved you," Jacob was arguing as the girl nuzzled her head against Cassandra's sleeve. "Not her!"

"Can I have your number pretty please?" the girl asked Cassandra, turning puppy-dog eyes on her. "Just in case my life needs rescuing again."

"But I did the rescuing!" Jacob exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hey, that's my wolf!" the barman yelled, coming across the road, Sheriff Heyer and his deputy hard on his heels.

"Can I help you fine gentlemen?" Jenkins said, folding his hands together, doing a rapid headcount, only to find he was one Librarian down, Ezekiel nowhere to be seen.

"Billy here reported a theft," Sheriff Heyer said abruptly, brandishing his banana at Jenkins, "and it looks like we found our thieves!"

"It was Jacob who did the stealing," Cassandra said loftily, summoning her crowd of admirers forwards, "me and Eve merely distracted you with our fine physiques and overwhelming beauty."

"I think it's time we left Toy-Town, troops," Jenkins said, searching the sky for Ezekiel, starting to sweat slightly.

"Toy-Town!?" Sheriff Heyer snapped, stepping forwards, suddenly seeming to loom.

"We don't want any trouble," Jenkins said, struggling to keep calm.

"You smell like trouble, old man," Sheriff Heyer hissed, sniffing Jenkins from top to toe.

"Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum," Jenkins breathed, all the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.

"Come out to play, kiddiewinks!" Clara suddenly cackled from overhead, making everybody look up. "It's almost tea-time!" And with that, she shot off out of sight, heading in the direction of the children's hospital.

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Be he 'live, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread...