That is a look from him that, if it could kill, would've roasted Lexi in an instant and reduced her to duck dust. Thankfully any further efforts from either of them are halted when Scrooge arrives who, on noting the scene of an angry enough Gobo to practically reboil the tar schlopped all over him and Lexi with a Knowing Smirk he knew ALL too well, wisely decided to stay out of it and get Gobo up instead. Rubber gloves and a waiting protected seat in the car were the answer, and it was a short trip back to the Manor and what came next.

Which at the moment, consisted of being in a small metal washtub filled with a baby oil mixture. Beforehand had been cutting out and combing out the worst clumps, and trying to find a way to rescue his clothing. Now he was in one of the larger bathrooms, sulking in the bath like a small, naked, spottily-furred alligator.