“EXTRA EXTRA, read all about it! Oh heavens, who has the time for that?! Mildred shoved her way into the portrait frame of an old, bearded man, heedless of his huffing and puffing. “News! Darlings, I’ve got news.” Mildred, not needing to catch her breath, still found reason to pause dramatically. How often did she get to be the whistle blower?

Exactly.

“Come quickly, they’ve found them! They found the portrait frames down in the underground chambers! Go quickly! I need to find the others! Go go!”

When she was done, she would go see the Fat Lady and tell her all about today’s adventure.