Peter Goon, the only member of the "Lagoon Goons" with a head, had naturally become, well, head of the Goons. It wasn't his aspiration in life, but destiny seemed intent on it. Trying to lead this eclectic group of misfits had nearly robbed him of his hair and sanity. A curious crinkle crossed his lips as he remembered an old saying--"Hair today, Goon tomorrow". Peter Goon faced his motley crew and calmed them down with a complicated hand/arm movement that confused Popeye. Having gained a reprieve from the cacophony of cries calling for combat, Peter spoke to his cantankerous crew. "This is not the way to settle this problem." He spoke quietly and sternly. He now had the attention of all the Goons save one, Loonie Goon, who was holding a coconut in his hand while searching the sky for its origin. "Popeye's right." Peter knew he had to convince the Goonies to go to Capital City. But it would take just the right words. "I say we take our argument to Capital City and convince the Council of Complaints that this corporate conspiracy that contrives to control our island should be constrained." Peter looked to see if his opening remark had had any effect, knocked the coconut out of Loonie's hand, placed a hand to either side of Loonie's head and gently pulled it into place so that he was focused on Peter's words. He noticed the slight irritation of the other Goonies at the thought of handling a problem with words instead of violence. "AND, if we can't convince the Capital City Council of Complaints to comply completely with our complaint of corporate corruption, we can certainly take care of it OUR way." Having gained some discernable level of agreement from the Goonies, Peter turned to Popeye and suggested he accompany them to Capital City. And that if he did, perhaps, it might be prudent to pack a few cans of spinach. RC8