Curling around myself, thinking swiftly, I have thereby reached the following conslusionary listing of conspirators for this extended expidition:
Nurse Cratchett: Hey, I need someone to dole out pills, chase me with a broom, and clean up my...accidentals.
Dr. Moose: So that Nurse won't be too lonely.
Justin Clan: Yep, all of em, for ya see, I secretly believe the clan is made up of one person who has mastered the idea of time-travel, thereby appearing through multi-dimensional rifts simultaneously, giving the illusion of there being more than one.
The Artists: Michaelangelo, da Vinci, and van Gogh. Hey, if Vegas can have Elvis impersonators, this island can have people with psychotic delusions of grandeur.
Lady in Red: For those cold nights. I need a lap to keep me warm, and she knows just where to scratch....*shivers in antici --------------------------------------------- pation*
The Wizard: And you know who you are, ya big robe wearing pointed hat headed silly. How else is we gonna get butterfly nets, hugme jackets, herring daiquiris, pills, flying monkeys, easels, and body paint? And mice, oodles of mice....veritable generations of meeses.....he da MAN!
The cat grins.
Slowly the grin vanishes
Until only the cat remains.