The sous chef discovered them when she emptied a can of baked beans. Before dissolving in the pot, they all screamed in unison "Warning: The pope is a fake, it's a fake pope! Tell the true Commander In Chief! We will appear again in the same form. We all like beans! Eat your beans!"
I'm just saying, if you had a tiny clone of JFK, John John and Bobby that could fit in your pocket, would you torture them?