We cut to an excavation scene, in the icy tundras of MOUNT MOD MOON MONO TUTU...
...where a rather large bum is sticking up in the air... 
...the bottom of a certain Sir Hugo Clarence Washington-Smythe. 
ASSISTANT (IDA TWEEDLE)
Sir, look, I think... I cannot say for sure, but I do believe I have unearthed the mythical Engine Owl of Ancient Zion!
SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON-SMYTHE
Oh, that! I discovered that, back in uh... back in uh... the day...
Sir Hugo: give it here, right this minute, or I'll have you tried for high treason and perverting the course of justice! 
Sir Hugo: I'll have your wages cut, and other things cut that you wouldn't care to be... cut. 
ZOLUMBOO (Narrator)
Now I'm no detective... oh wait! I am!... but I think that guy's a phoney! Wait, something important's happening, let's get back to the story!
ASSISTANT (
With all due respect, Sir, you can't claim every victory!
Ida Tweedle: I found that owl fair and square, and you've spent the whole day sitting on your oversized rump, hogging the hot water bottles and moaning about the cold! From now on I will be working for myself. Hmph! 
SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON-SMYTHE
Don't talk to me like that! I'll decide how this story ends!
He takes a large dark starry book from his coat and and unlocks it with a rusty key.
Ida turns slowly, and sees the open pages like mirrors. 
We see her face reflected in the mirrors and then the empty space where she once stood. 
Washington-Smythe holds the book up triumphantly. 
SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON SMYTHE
Now I've trapped you, you'll never steal from me again.
Sir Hugo: You're nothing but a fictional character, doomed to spend the rest of your days in writing. 
[HER WORDS APPEARING AS TEXT ON THE
Ida Tweedle: Your precious artefact is with me, Washington-Smythe. The engine-owl is fictional too now. 
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