Morticia as usual is taking her time, brooming in from Borneo (or from the Bronx...hmmmm).
Uncle Fester usually 'hangs'(in harness) in the unused intell-briefing room wherefrom he was last seen emerging with a smile and satisfied belch whilst munching on Mike Flynn's thumb knuckle - Mike disappeared some days ago.
The Pensive, ever faith-full stolnik, the one in charge of ...something, occasionally presents his glow-worm countenance to be chain-whipped to the amusement of all.
The crew assembles in their good time. Some kind of show is about to happen and crescendo. Something coming.