Two odd minutes that almost got us killed: the neighbor came at us with a baseball bat as we filmed at 4 a.m. during tropical storm Isaias.

We restored a grandfather clock that possesses a ghostly feature.  Thanks to Grumpy Andrew, of Grumpy Andrew's House of Horror, who said, "Wonderful! Oh that was a balm for my soul."  Meanwhile, to whatever pathetic soul thumbed-down our video, we'd ask to see what grand illusion you built from scratch this week, but —oh, that's right! — you didn't.  But you made us feel even more fabulous, so — lest we disappoint you — the thumbs-down didn't discourage at all but rather set us apart from you!  Thanks for social-distancing!  We feel safer now.

Desperate times do not call for milquetoast measures.  Messrs. Meow and Miaow (no relation) enter an old wizard's manor to set up a strange ritual.  See also this unusual collection of Strange Prayers for Strange Times.

To fulfill a prophecy, we had to build a legless chair for two in a single evening.