The Master aligns his chakras to Monkchin's...
As Stretch endures his own personal odyessy...
Each challenge visited upon Mr. Stretch is reflected by the Tarot card reading made by his insidious enemy without his knowledge...
Or so he thinks...
The Master is manipulating both Stretch and Monkchin...
Handling them like play things...
Both physically and mentally....
They are gripped in his... grip...
Will our erstwhile Victorian adventures survive this double jeopardy?
Or...
Will they succumb to the Master's will and desires?
Can they outwit the unseen enemy?
Are they even aware of what is actually happening as The Acorn becomes an oak and they are a few conkers short of a game?
