Justin Stevens, aspiring private detective, had only gathered two more helpful clues so far about the identity of the elusive criminal mastermind: one, he was a fiend for outdoors adventures, and, two, he had trouble pronouncing all of his "r's" when he got excited.
Justin wearily staggered into the fourth sporting goods store on his list tonight -- and then came to a full alert as he heard the dapper gentleman at the counter gush that he "loved wivah wafting" -- hallelujah!