Simon and one of the visual-arts dudes are working on the mural, which strongly resembles a Bob Ross autumn landscape. The only thing I can puzzle out is that Thanksgiving hasn't occurred yet in Camden World, and that the boys haven't yet painted in the Pilgrims and the cornucopias. Some guy walks by with a lunch kit and Paint Boy tells him, "Goodnight, Mr. Michaels," all Gallant-as-opposed-to-Goofus style. Then the boy, who could almost pass for John Cusack's nephew, whips out a spray can. Simple Simon asks where he got it, and Huff Boy says from his home. They all bring in their own supplies. Spray paint makes it faster. He tells us all this while spraying across the air like he's in a disinfectant commercial or something. Way to screw up the painting, buddy. He adds that spray paint's a lot more fun, and he laughs and coughs. Then Simon coughs and asks, "How do you breathe around that stuff?" "Oh, you get used to it," confides Evil Huffing Demon, "actually, probably start to like it after a while. Heh. [Cof!]" Simon wants to know where the other guys are. It turns out that they decided to "catch a breather." Get it? Get it?? "We could use a breather, too," remarks Simple Simon. Inhalant Boy cracks up at this, the way only a high person can crack up at something that's not even verging on amusing. Then Sniffy tells puzzled Simon that he's "too pure to understand," and takes off to check on the others.