Uncle Harvey had kept a log of incidents in his disco during its glory days, good and bad, and in preparation for the reopening Chris had been reading them aloud to Sam while the latter was working. Sam was slightly annoyed, seeing as Chris preferred to work in monklike silence, but wasn’t about to argue the point.

“Looks like in 1981 we have a bunch of notes for something Harvey called the Disco Triceratops Incident,” Chris said. “First in April, then again in June, with three in July.”

“Disco triceratops? Is that like a disco duck?” Sam asked.

“I dunno, but a “Pat” is repeatedly mentioned, so I guess they were the disco triceratops, or something?” said Chris. “Pat showed back up again. Wanted bygones to be bygones. Reminded Pat of disco trike. Pat apologized again. Remained firm. Felt sort of like letting Pat back in, but remembered last time. Never again.”

“Whoa,” said Sam. “Mysterious noodle incident stuff. What do you think it was?”

“Costume thing, maybe?” Chris replied. “Maybe a rhinestone triceratops jacket?”

“Now THAT would be a find,” Sam laughed. “Let’s hope Harvey confiscated it.”

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