Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow?  It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs.  At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long.  The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways.  As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human.  A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS!  MADDIE!  THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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[pirate_jack]

"Mind if I help you with that?"

Jack Sparrow saunters over, deftly dodging a batch of flying green goop and a splintered chair.

He's grinning and looks utterly delighted, even if keen black eyes are fixed on Mulcahy's hat.

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy's hand lowers from his head even as he instinctively flinches at the flying ... goop and chair-pieces that the other man dodged.

"... Excuse me?"

[pirate_jack]

"That's the spirit, Father!" Jack approves, and almost before he finishes speaking he's reached out to tip the distinctive tan hat from the other man's head.

[cheerychaplain]

"--Wait a minute!" Mulcahy protests belatedly, and he makes a grab for his hat, frowning, a moment too late. (Cat-like reflexes have never been a specialty.)

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins wickedly at him, turning the hat over in his fingers.

"Something the matter, mate?--"

Black eyes widen suddenly.

"--best mind your arm," he adds, stepping neatly to the left as a bright green flash goes off.

[cheerychaplain]

A yelp and Father Mulcahy pulls his arm in quickly and ducks, narrowly avoiding the stray shot.

[pirate_jack]

"Much more better."

Jack winks, and starts off into the crowd.

He's still carrying Mulcahy's hat.

[cheerychaplain]

Mulcahy would very much protest that!

If he weren't busy dodging the yelling man who comes flying across his table.