And then things took a turn.  That's right - we met up with some bad people.  Native people.  Fierce people.  Dangerous people.

It wasn't pretty - but fortunately we had some scary members of our own clan.

We threatened them with haggis.  We threatened them with single malt.  We threatened them with Jackie - posing (on the right) as a Scottish "Cousin It."  And it all seemed to work out all right.  Who says Scotland isnt a colorful place?