Okay, we're going to need a wisecracking short guy of Italian extraction from Brooklyn; a chainsmoking French atheist cynic who calls himself the Mole; a fallen priest who knows how to tapdance; a buxom dame in a tight blouse; a big schooner, the dark of the moon, five sticks of dynamite, seven hundred feet of 3/4" rope, two Dodge Power Wagons, three avocados, a muffler from a '77 Ford Pinto and a bass lure. I got it all worked out but you have to trust me.