In Case of Hooks, Part 12: "The Hook Night Rises"
If 1960s Hooks-For-Hands Man has been collecting Hooks-For-Hands books and memorabilia for years, maybe there's a clue in that dumpster.
If dumpster is kind of smelly, let 1960s Hooks-For-Hands Man dig through it himself.
If 1960s Hooks-For-Hands Man starts handing you old Hooks-For-Hands books to look through, start calling him Books-For-Hands Man because it's fewer characters on Twitter.
If you find the 90s comic book from when the first reboot occurred, there may be a suspicious top-hatted man in the background on the cover.
In case of suspicious top-hat-sighting in the 90s, find the comic from the 2010 reboot to see if he's in that one too.
If the cover picture is of you and your friend searching for a cheap back-alley hospital, notice top-hat man in the corner of the frame.
If the same suspicious top-hatted man is crossing over between multiple reboots, maybe he has something to do with them.
If the book is filled with pictures of you and your adventures, maybe you should really be worried about who's been taking all these photos.
If someone's been taking stalkerish photos of you (and also transcribing all of your dialogue), maybe it's the only photographer you know.
If you've forgotten (which is understandable, since she hasn't been mentioned in over a year), go visit Spunky Photographer Girl.
If Spunky Photographer Girl welcomes you into her home, ask for some pancakes while you interrogate her about the photos.
If she was hired to secretly take photos of you and leave them in an unmarked mailbox downtown every night, feel angry and betrayed and hungry.
If the pancakes are delicious enough, forgive her.
If Spunky Photographer Girl is forgiven, head downtown and hide behind a bush to stake out that unmarked mailbox.
If it's too tiny to hide you, Hooks-For-Hands Boy, Books-For-Hands Man, Fire-For-Hands Man AND Spunky Photographer Girl, find a bigger bush.
If you're all hidden behind a giant bush, wait for a suspicious, unmarked, black van with tinted windows to pull up to the mailbox.
If a bumper-sticker-covered, neon green convertible pulls up to the mailbox instead, that's even more suspicious.
If the driver of the convertible walks over to check the mailbox, ambush him and demand to know whether or not he owns a top hat.
If he claims that he doesn't own a top hat but can take you to someone who does, agree to go with him.
If the convertible is only a two-seater, tell your friends that you're going this one alone.
If Hooks-For-Hands Boy can squeeze between you and the driver, and Spunky Photographer Girl can sit on your lap, then sure I guess they can go too.
If you're quickly pulled over by a cop, it's probably because it's against the law to fit that many people in a [non-clown] car.
If the driver screams that he can't go pack to prison and runs over the cop, you may have bigger problems to worry about.