"Ashley!" my father calls. "Come here!" I sigh and go see my dad. "Yeeees?" "Here, stamp these papers with my signature stamp." He holds out a stamp covered in black ink to me. "You have a signature stamp?" I ask. "Why on earth would you need that?" "Well, as mayor of Danville, I'm simply too busy to actually sign things, darling, you must know. I'm not like my brother, who has too much time on his hands and dedicates his day to evil." "I like Uncle Heinz," I say. "Thank you, Ashley, but I don't think I was asking you. Now please, stamp these." He holds out a stack of papers. The topmost one is about protecting the city from robot rampage. "Dad, you say Uncle Heinz is ridiculous-- look at what you have here! Robot rampage, when does this ever happen?" He hands me a copy of the Fireside Gi