It has been 23 years since we have last seen these characters.
ARGREENO now has a long white beard. He is bringing a basket to a large tree. A familiar voice replies from up the tree.
ARGREENO: Got some chicken tacos tonight.
PICKET (from up in the tree): Thanks, man. I’ll have those spreadsheets back to you later this week. My wifi’s been spotty.
ARGREENO: You want me to move the router closer?
PICKET: Nah, I think I just need to restart.
Suddenly, Argreeno sees something approaching from the left.
ARGREENO: Whoop — Code Papa.
PICKET: Copy that
It’s PICKET SR., still flying around, his hairline a little higher, more wrinkles around his eyes. But looking fit otherwise.
PICKET SR.: PLEASE… My son is STILL missing…*
PICKET SR.: Would you please look around ONE MORE time?
(*A footnote advises us to see Part 1, Wondermark #024, which was published 23 years ago)
ARGREENO: You come by every year! I HAVEN’T SEEN your dang SON! It’s been DECADES!
PICKET SR.: I KNOW, but…that SO looks like the flying machine he absconded on. That’s why I keep retuning.
Behind the tree is something that looks a whole lot like the bottom half of a pedal-copter.
ARGREENO: As I’ve told you MANY times, that’s just our hummingbird feeder. You want me to look around again? FINE. Doot doot doo, I don’t see him.
MRS ARGREENO now enters, carrying her typical pickax.
MRS ARGREENO: What’s the commotion?
ARGREENO: THIS flying deadbeat thinks we’ve been sheltering his missing son and feeding him chicken tacos in return for him doing the bookkeeping for our Christmas tree farm.
ARGREENO: It’s absurd.
PICKET SR.: It’s just…the thing is… I KNOW that NO hummingbird would be attracted to such dull colors.
ARGREENO: YEAH! We friggin’ HATE hummingbirds! Because they remind us of YOU!