For a short time THE FUTURIST! set up shop as a private eye back when he was 12. He just loved shooting off that Tommy Gun and this dandy little honey of a snub-nosed revolver. One time he recalls encountering a really big fat kid and a fastidious little European mama's boy who smelled of lilacs. They were after this statue of a bird. It was supposed be worth a king's ransom. It turned out to made of licorice. That's the stuff a dentist's dreams are made of.