"Ain't squared up but..." He gets the door open so that Punchy can see his mess of equipment. And a mess it is. He's scavenged parts from all over the museum - old telephones, computers, speakers, video screens from display cases. Anything he could get his hands on and carry away.

His bundle of pride and joy, however, is the little carefully laid pattern of hard drives, hidden under a jacket he'd stolen off of one of the wax figures, that he pulled aside.

He'd already hot-wired the car - the wires pulled out and entwined manually into a power source he'd managed to scrounge from one of the old computers.