Xaviers!

The Wyldclay's nose twitched as they carefully shelved their latest acquisitions. You can call stolen art an acquisition, right? Especially when, if viewed by the general public, they caused massive memetic insanity? Sure. Sounds great.

They stood up for a moment, sniffing the air, brow furrowing in confusion. Then, with a sudden burst of realization, they broke out into a grin. Whistling off-tune, they went about their work with a new spring in their step.