Summary:  Kyer returns to Comfy Cottage for first time since War 10.
Finds lots of junk mail stacked up.  (Not even going to attempt to
explain why I am in Toronto.  Use yer imaginations.)
 

"God, it seemed like forever since she'd stood here last time, the
Twilight Weird-Paranoid, CotK Knightie thought as she fished out the
keys to the Comfy Cottage and unlocked the main entryway.

The door creaked open slowly...

Then suddenly swung wide open as a towering mountain of mail fell out
and on top of the astonished Squirette, who, clambering out of the paper
mass, spat out one of the letters and looked at the post mark.

1999!  Good grief!  Hadn't anybody thought to stop the mail delivery
since the last War!  Apparently not.

Groaning, Kyer proceeded to kick the various pieces of junk mail back
into the entryway.  She'd have to find someplace to stuff it all before
the others arrived.

No sooner had she stepped over the threshold of her room than a loud,
raucous siren started to wail away into the night, with disco lights
flashing this way and that.

Oh, crud!  She'd totally forgotten about the old intruder alarm system!
"Where was that manual override switch?!  Aw, heck with it!

One fried control panel that smelled of jalapeF1o salsa sauce later,
and the Knightie was in the quiet of her room, unpacking.

Throwing down her backpack on the Peruvian bedspread, Kyer unzipped it
and began rummaging for the Cottage's owner's manual that she'd gotten
along with the key from the CotK List Owner on her way to Toronto.

"Socks, flute, blow dart gun... hehehe... let 'em try to take that away
from me *this* time! ...emergency decoder ring, Mr. Spitz, the pamphlet:
'How To Avoid Being Arrested In Toronto or How Not To Look Like A Crazy
Yank' I gotta read up on that... toothbru---hey!"

Kyer grabbed the stuffed llama puppet with the garlic juice arsenal
hidden inside before it could sneak off. "Darn it all, Mr. Spitz!  I
thought I told you to stay home!

Fortunately for Mr. Spitz, the doorbell chose just that moment to ring.

Rushing back downstairs, Kyer cautiously peeked through the keyhole.
You couldn't be too careful in this day and age.

It was one of the CotK!  Thank god!  She wouldn't have to dust all the
rooms by herself after all!