The racoon surveys the situation one more time, then darts down the stairs. Shortly thereafter, you all hear Jane's voice.
"What ...!? Oh my! You need to get back outside, sir." The next thing you hear is the sound of racoon nails scrambling on the hardwood floors follows, followed by Jane's own footsteps. Then comes the faint but familiar sound of the rear screen door opening and closing. Unless your ears deceive you, the panicked visitor has made it back outside.
Meanwhile, Jim is still laying on his back, looking at the ceiling in his study. When you follow his gaze, you see a hole torn in the ceiling, straight through to the attic. Sheetrock debris is scattered around on the floor underneath.
"I guess that's where our racon friend came in," Jim says.
"Must be another hole into the attic from outside." Then he sighs.
"We can't have a restaurant where wild animals can just come and go," he continues as he sits up.
"I guess Market Day's over, fellas. I need to fix this ASAP."
At about that time, Jane arrives at the top of the stairs.
"Everyone ok?" she asks, maybe to you, maybe to Jim, or maybe both. She surveys all the cats.
"That was quite the adventure, huh?"
"I'm afraid it's not over yet," Jim replies. He points towards the hole in the ceiling.
"I need to patch things up so this doesn't happen again. I think there's still enough daylight for me to run to the hardware store and at least get a board to nail up the outside hole temporarily."
From downstairs, another voice calls up. It's Apple Tart's owner.
"Hey! You two okay up there? Need any help?" Then, before Jim and Jane can answer, he says.
"Did you know your oven door's open? Did you move the chicken?"OOC:
I'm going to do a hard scene change shortly, but there's still time for folks to do or say a few more things before we move on. I'm not going to be able to post for a few days, but when I get back, I'll respond to anything that needs a response, and then we'll move on to Scene 2.
Also, what's Apple Tart's owner's name?