I can now call off the APB. The escaped Trippys were caught by the Glass Master trying to dig a tunnel under the walls of Trippy Central. These Wiley tips have been returned to their cells were the await packaging and shipment out to the Indiana. Seems they preferred
three meals and their cots back in Colorado until they heard that they'd live a life of Kings to worshipped and glorified by two Reonauti here in Indy. All is as it should be.

When the representative-art Capt. Morgan's Donut finds its way here I'll be over the top ecstatic ..

Thanks to Bert for saving the day once again. Brew