[TheRaisin]

So, it's the third chapter. Mmmmmkay. Hope you likey. (BTW, if you don't know Roman numerals, I suggest you learn.)

Clecky, Splint, and Dipp sat playing cards. Iggy and Dirk lobbed a ball back and forth. Everyone was just piddling time away, waiting for something to happen. Some just slept. They had mostly resigned themselves to wearing pinstripe suspenders and a degrading hat for the rest of their lives. But four still had hope and determination. In an empty corner of the large, mostly unused HQ (a reminder of how many they had lost, and how they had fallen apart), Dwight, Down, Carver, and Wurm sat discussing ways of strengthening their numbers.
Down, Carver, and Wurm were siblings, and their self-appointed nicknames reflected their individual skills. Down, the only female of the three, was an expert fletcher, able to make the truest-flying arrows of anyone in the forest, and had taken a great liking to birds, hence the name. Carver, one of the two brothers, could carve perfectly straight arrow shafts without any tools except a good stone knife, relying solely on intuition to tell him when a shaft was straight, and could whittle arrowheads down to perfectly symmetrical needle-points. Wurm was a weaver, able to produce thread that rivaled paramite silk, and could tie knots so strong and complex, even he could barely undo them. Together, they had amassed a small fortune making and selling crafts, mainly arrows, and all three were experts with arrows and other projectile weapons.
Dwight, while not possessing any particular skills as great as the trio's, lent a hand in everything, having a basic knowledge of almost all crafts, and was a quite brilliant tactician and coordinater, and had thus been dubbed the unofficial leader by his peers. But even he had his limits, and knew he would need great numbers and some plain heroism to win freedom from the gluttonous Gluks. Which was why he asked the question he asked at that point:
"Do you think Abe makes house calls?"
It was a pretty unlikely plan, but then again, Abe had been on vacation for months, ever since he and Munch had blown up Vykker Labs. Maybe he had time for a little task like this. The only problem was, no one knew where he was, or how to reach him.
"I've got an idea," Down said, and bolted out the door and towards the small outbuilding which served as her own private aviary. She returned with a sleek-looking bird with piercing, intelligent eyes. A message was strapped to it's left leg. The four Mudokons rushed to a window, and Down gave some complicated instructions in the bird's own tongue, then did a fair imitation of The Almighty Raisin. The bird nodded, hopped onto the windowsill, then took off.
"Now, we wait... and hope for the best."

Wow! Okay. Glad I got that out of my system. So, send, send, send those comments (and point out any spelling mistakes, they drive me nuts!).