"Better, but no gold star," he said, his expression turning sulky. Did nobody have a sense of humor around here?

The Joker looked up and down the alleyway, gesturing with a purple-gloved hand as he explained. "Euhh, it was a joke. This whole place is a joke, a joke in poor taste."

The clown's eyes remained distant, locked on the far end of the alley, the direction Grimmer had been running in before he'd stopped him. "City's called Nesreca, and this isn't your world. Or my world. Doesn't that sound crazy?" He flashed Grimmer an ugly grin.

"I'll do you a favor and break it to you now- whatever it was these kiddies were, ah... doing..." A his fingers wiggled. "...back home? You can forget about that. 'We're not in Kansas anymore', if you catch my drift."

'Kinderheim', huh? Old Mr. J knew crazy when he saw it, and the thought of a guy like this running around and getting details about some spa resort for kids? Priceless. He giggled. Maybe Nesreca had given him somebody useful for once. Good for a laugh, at least.

"Check your pockets and your bag. Princess Pale might have left a love letter for you."