Gather around and let me tell you about the time that I tracked a master criminal all the way to Barbados.  In Portugese, Barbados means bearded-ones, and as I was a youngman trying to sport a beard myself, I saw it as an opportunity to ask the islanders to share their secrets to growing facial-hair.  Sad to say that most had no idea what I was talking about.

Where was I? Ah right-o, Barbados.

The Caribbean was blue as a chow-chow's tongue and I was--what's that? A chow-chow's tongue isn't Caribbean blue?  Stop distracting me, you!