Phantomas was in his intergalactic lair drinking a lemon coke, when he got a free text message on his landline: "Phantomas, we need you. Ghosts have taken over the museum. Come over here? The geolocation gizmo told him that the transmission was coming from a city in a small country called Zaragoza. What was going on? He picked up the yellow pages and searched for M for museum, one by one he called all the museums but as it was after 12 PM, peninsular time, no one was answering at the other end except one. When he dialled the telephone of the IAACC Pablo Serrano, a scary voice answered: "Di-ga-mee", "are you the ones with the message", "mensa"? The conversation was cut off amidst malicious giggles and the sound of objects crashing to the ground. Phantomas already had a destination.