[Tax-chick]

... probably sending his mission report to the high overlords.

That would explain the filling-splitting ukelele noises, and Shannon's distressed expression.

I'm going to have to get Tom to move the refrigerator tomorrow: Shannon is *absolutely certain* there's a prey under it.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Perhaps you could get them interested in a Theremin rather then the ukelele.