Even with only a vague "can't talk about it" excuse from Scott when asked about his evening (Guybrush assumed that was the Mighty Bassist™'s way of avoiding talking about what Aguilar's mystery potion did to him last night, though "turned into a monster sheep" was going to be hard to beat in terms of embarrassing transformations), Guybrush couldn't help but have a little more pep in his step than usual. He grabbed his things quickly— radio, sash, sword, pillowcase for a bag, flashlight— and headed out the door, eager to get to the storage rooms before all the good items were taken.

He smirked at his own thoughts, the familiarity of looking for treasure a welcome one. Another point of the night he was looking forward to? Searching for key ingredients for voodoo concoctions. While Guybrush wasn't exactly sure what it was Doctor Facilier needed, the fact that he was once again working for an agent of voodoo gave him a much-needed bolster to his confidence. So much seemed out of place if he didn't hear from the Voodoo Lady within twenty minutes of starting an adventure, who, much to Elaine's chagrin, usually pointed him in the right direction when he either couldn't figure it out and/or was bored.

Well, no wonder he'd been at Landel's for over a week and gotten practically nowhere.

[To here.]