Mr. D caught the red-eye to the Airport in search of the missing rubber bands.
Now the airport is a pretty big place, so Mr. D decided instead of looking
around he would just watch some Airport CNN. Finally, Mr. D got bored
and decided to move on. The Ripping Rubber Bands obviously weren't here but
Mr. D had no idea where to look next so he decided to ask some people around the
airport

"Hmmm, let me see here. Mr. R and his rippin' rubber bands. You know, last weekend I was down the junk yard looking for some more patches, you know the pointy ones, and I saw Mr. R down there talking to Mr. J about something. You think that might have something to do with something?"	"Yes, I believe I saw Mr. R at the grocery store last week. Yes, yes, I was getting some Veal and Mr. R ran by me and ripped a rubber band right into my violet velvet vest. I was quit vexed. Something needs to be done about him and his rubber bands."	"Ooh, Mr. R's Ripping Rubber Bands. Nope, I haven't seen them anywhere around here. Are you sure he left them here? I wouldn't waste my time looking around here. Go check somewhere else, there are no rubber bands here."

Where should Mr. D go now?

Grocery Store	Mr. R's House
	Junk Yard