The Ace Dicks arrive just a little too late for the rowdy, ruff'n'tumble action they craved.
The Hired Muscle seems to have everything well in hand. He appears to have made use of the FRENCH DOORS for slicing beasts in half.
He is collecting all the spoils as he operates, snatching up the prized SPONDULICKS and MUTTONS as they appear. Problem Sleuth seems irked by this conduct, as it was not part of the implied operating agreement in his view. The Muscle's diplomatic skills could obviously use some polish.
Above the Ace Dicks, the RAPPORT PEACOCKS become even more vociferous.