It was Leo Jones, no relation to Kimba, Baleen's swarthy Game Warden neighbor, with a heavy package. And one on his cart, too. Turns out he was doing a favor for Miss Walker, delivering a case of Moon Island Rum for the shoot on the way back to his cabin down the path.

"Baleen asked me to drop this off on my way home," he mutters, quite surprised to find himself in the company of four of the finest tits the Islands have to offer, and so tantalizingly displayed as well. "Are you... friends of hers?"

"We're here for a slumber party," offers Genna, "And you're just in time, Mister...?"

"Jones. Leo. I live down the path. And... um... well... I guess I should be..."

"Don't leave yet, Mestre Jones," Randi insists.