Well, of course the boys are headed out to some swell costume party tonight, but for these guys, it's not just wearing the outfit but totally getting into the part. So... tonight... two adventuresome 19th century inventors. Let's listen in... "Your outfit, sirrah! Smashing! I will say again, Master Deere: smashing!" "Why, thank you, M'sieur Ambrose. And may I extend my congratulations on your own? A hearty job well done!" "But, Master Deere, what is that curious object in your hand? Not some ordinary walking stick, I suspect!" "Why no, M'sieru Ambrose. For gentlemen such as ourselves, a mere walking stick will not do! We must be on guard against cutthroats and layabouts and renegades of all manner and sort — and as such, I have developed... this!" "This?" "Observe! Inside the hollow, solid oak cylinder cunningly disguised as a walking stick, I have hidden a rapier, with which I may protect myself from the criminal element!" "Brilliant, sirrah! Brilliant! Functional, yet weighs no more than a feather! I am humbled to be in the presence of such genius! Indeed, I can see the day when such things are seen on the hip of every gentleman across the land! Does it have a name?" "Ah, a name guaranteed to go into the annals of history. I call it... the light sabre!"