We have a mission to infiltrate the American borough of Manhattan, and possibly some other boroughs nearby, to do as much cool stuff as our stamina and finances can allow. Shortlisted targets include St. Mark's Place, junk buying, restaurant noshing, late-night stuff-doing, tree-hiding-behind, museum-perusing, theater-sitting (will coordinate access via special representative on West 46th Street) and possible rendezvous with Secret Agent Wombat at the entrance to our secret base underneath the ruins of the 1964 World's Fair. I am reasonably sure that whatever our targets end up to be, however, we shall accomplish our mission with style and, uh, more style.
Transportation and accommodations have been arranged. Our deployment is imminent; just a few weeks away.
And might I add, Mrs. Peel, that I am completely psyched for this mission.