There could be no return address for Hyatt when she's taken hostage in a post-office holdup! But the threat of death means squat to someone who already dies several times in any given working day--and in any case seems largely unaware why she's been tied up and taken on an impromptu road trip. Excels' teeth-clenching rescue leads to a visit from--The Clones of Dr. Iwata?!? When she disguises herself as her blood-spouting buddy in order to scam free dental care, she falls under the drill (and questing fingers) of a lustful, bungling dentist who looks remarkably like the lustful, bungling surgeon of fame. But who's going to lose more teeth in the encounter? Meanwhile, as Il Palazzo continues to ponder the ominous voices (?) inside (?) his head, and little latchkey puppy Mince, chisel in maw, labors on an apartment jailbreak worthy of Escape From Alcatraz, everyone's heading for the obligatory swimsuit scene at the public pool. Ordinarily, it would be the obligatory nude scene at the hot springs resort, but of course no one in Excel Saga can afford a vacation like that.
