The all-encompassing fog begins to recede a little and we see a figure emerge, walking with the smooth gate of an athlete. As he gets closer we see he's wearing a three quarter length jacket, similar in style to what Sherlock Holmes might wear. But it's not Sherlock, and we don't need him to deduce just how impressively fit and handsome this man is. He has something in his hand. Just as he's about to fully emerge from the blurring effect of the fog, he stops and sets his thing down. He yells "For Chowder!" and abruptly spins on his heels and disappears so quickly we're unsure if he was ever there. Some kid runs up to the thing and picks it up. As he digests what it is, you see him almost step back and begin to hold the thing with more reverence. Everyone yells for the boy to say what it is.