There is late replying, there is very late replying, and then there is this. There were many Things today. Very many.

May sighed. "We could always search for them now," he said calmly. "They can't have gone that far; they only just left."

"Unless they had a Portkey," said Harriet worriedly. "They'd be miles away then."

Jeremy frowned. "You really do know too much. Perhaps you'd be better off going to look for them on your own. I'll stay here with Hammond and May. I'm sure we'll find some way to pass the time."

May sighed. "Clarkson, I think you owe her some help considering the way you've been behaving all day."

Clarkson sighed. "Oh, all right, James. I'm sure you'll regret passing up the opportunity of some hot Clarkson-loving to look for a gang of teenage criminals."

James looked from him to Hammond, whose face had not yet been removed from his hands. "Has he been like this all day?"

"Yes," said Richard's muffled voice, "yes he has. Please find some way of stopping him."

"You could always try a tongue. Tongues are a nice alternative to gobstoppers, Rich," said Clarkson, whose horrible grin was now too horrible for description.

"James," said Richard desperately, "I'm actually considering trying that. Please help me."

"Jeremy," said May determinedly, "you're coming with me ("Oh, am I? What about poor Hammond, you wouldn't want to leave him out," said Clarkson, evil grin now at least five times more evil than Voldemort. Hammond died a little inside). Richard, you can go with Harriet and Top Gear Dog. We've got some criminals to find."

"Are you going to be the Watson to my Holmes?" said Jeremy, managing to make this sound like the most innuendo-laden statement yet.

"It'll probably be the other way around," said James.

And they set off to find the evil thieves.

(Oh, dear, I shall attempt to make the search for the Thieving Trio as quick as possible.)