Management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa called in a Pinkerton Agent to look into last night’s ruckus.  It seems that the Raccoons had broken in and once again bullied the Face of Everyman, twirling him around and around leaving him out of place and out of sorts. The venerable sage could offer no more than a vague description of the perps inasmuch as they all wore masks.  Yet another cold case.