“Ninjas?!” Finley was briefly stunned by the suggestion. He asked carefully, “Young Master Fox… Do you know anything about Japanese ninjas?”

Homer nodded smugly. “More or less. My father’s subordinates used to work with them. I heard they’re quite good.”

Finley said, “If there are reliable ones, you might as well invite them to New York first. But since we’re the ones planning everything, we can’t let them know what exactly they need to do until we confirm if we’re using our alternative plan.”