So Bono is sitting here on top of my monitor, pulling the plastic
"grass" out of a grass skirt belonging to the little plastic hula
man.
  "Will you stop it?" I say.
  "Stop what?"
  "Pulling all the grass out."
  "Why?"
  "'Cuz I said so."
  Bono sighs, jumps down from the monitor to a speaker, and then
jumps down to the desk.  He then takes a few steps, lifts up a curled
corner of wallpaper and walks into the wall.  It's odd and it
irritates my brain, but not enough for me to actually think about it.
  I decide I'm hungry, so I go downstairs to raid the fridge.  When I
return, I see that my little plastic hula dude is wearing a sarong...
which looks awfully familiar.  It takes awhile for my brain to make
the connection, the sarong is Adam's.  So where'd the grass skirt go?
  I dont even have to wonder, Adam comes mozying along the tabletop
in it.
  "Enjoying yourself, Adam?" I say.
  "Oh of course.  And you?"
  "I'm fine.  So where's everyone else."
  "Inside."
  "What do you mean inside, this is inside."
  "No this is outside."
  "No, outside is where it's cold and there's concrete and grass and
trees and things, this is inside.  There is no other inside."
  "Inside the walls.  We live in the walls."
  I'm stunned and silent for a while.  "You live in the walls?!"
  "Yes" Adam replies.
  "Really?" I say.
  "Yes." he says, less patiently.
  "Explain.  I mean like, how do you get in the walls?  I dont see
any holes or anything."
  "That's because we're slightly more discreet than the mice."
  I soon learn what he's talking about as Edge emerges from behind
the same loose corner of wallpaper that Bono disappeared into.  Now
it all makes sense.
  "How come i never noticed this before?" I say, feeling stupid.
  "Don't feel stupid, this is a new entrance.  The others are in
little places you'd never see.  Behind furniture and things."
  Mr. MacPhisto takes this moment to emerge from the hole in the
wall, look at us and smile, "So what are we doing right now?" he
says.
  "Talking." Edge replies.
  "Ah, I see." MacPhisto replies.  "All you young people these days,
all you do is talk and discuss things, when there are hundreds of
channels of quality programming for you on the satellite!"
  We stare at him blankly.
  He gives up and decides to fly away... as he zooms across the room
we hear a tap and a commotion as he runs into the little disco ball
hanging from my fan.  He curses loudly at it and goes on his way, out
to the other room to watch CNN.

  "Where's the Fly?" I ask.
  "I don't want to know." Edge replies.
  "But I do."
  "Well then, go look for him!"
  "Ehhh OK I'm not that curious.  Anyway, all we have to do is wait
and he'll show up sometime."
  Sure enough, within five minutes Bono and Gavin Friday come
sauntering in, giggling and trying to look casual.  We hear a splash.
 Soon after, the Fly comes zooming in, followed closely by a sopping
wet and angry MacPhisto.  
  "WHYYY YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!" MacPhisto screams at him.
  "Now what?" Gavin asks, innocently.  
  As MacPhisto lands on the table and stops to rant, the Fly sneaks
off inside the wall.
  "*Someone* had the AUDACITY to sneak up behind me, and throw me in
the fishtank!  THE FISHTANK!!!!!  I don't know what kind of sick
revenge this is but--"
  "Oohh... I see." Gavin says, examining his fingernails.
  MacPhisto goes into the wall and chases after the Fly.  There is
much crashing around and shouting and cursing inside the wall.  After
awhile, the Fly emerges.  He's standing there panting, his hair is
messed up, his Fly shades bent and one of his wings torn, when
MacPhisto lunges at him from behind.  I finally have to tell them to
knock it off.