Sure, mysterious man, Ambassador U. Niform is just fine. Oh yeah, Dick Tracy is too. I'm sure you were really worried about him, seeing as how he was the only one really doing anything about that whole bomb thing. Unfortunately, the same thing cannot be said about Tracy's suit as it was probably dry clean only and all of those pool chemicals are probably going to wreak havoc on the fabric. Oh well. How many galas does he attend anyway? (Besides, he can probably make some kind of claim and be reimbursed for it seeing as how it was damaged in the line of duty.) The only good thing that has happened as a result of the bombing attempt (besides the fact that Tracy survived, of course) is that it seems to have cured Tess of her T-Rex Arms. (Who knew? I sure didn't. Amazing stuff, stress.) Ever the detective, Tracy isn't even letting almost dying keeping him from getting right back on the job and calling for backup (even though it's probably really because the sooner he calls in for backup, the sooner he can go home).
Meanwhile, a guy who we've never seen before (and who sort of looks like Lenin) tries to calm everyone down and only achieves in calming down the delegation from Lava Lampalia, but hey, a starts a start and I hear that those guys are really good at getting everyone to relax. Meanwhile, the Terror Squad (which seems like it has a rather unfortunate, misleading name, being on the side of good and all) has finally arrived and Tracy has them block off all of the exits. Unfortunately, there might be a fly in the ointment as the local television stations have all sent reporters over to get the story (and we can only hope that that group includes The Night Cam). Quick Tracy, call Joe Friday. He's pretty good at dealing with the press and with him on the case, you know that things are going to get resolved pretty darn quick.
And just when things couldn't get worse, who should step onto the scene but Phil Harmonic, demanding to know why Tracy chucked his precious Stradivarius into the pool when everyone knows that you should never throw an instrument made of wood into a pool (or an instrument made of metal either since that could make it rust). Of course, after hearing that the instrument could have been an integral part of the assassination of the ambassador, he immediately decides that it had to have been the work of his wayward son (because everyone knows that a career in rock and roll ultimately leads to a life of crime). I guess you could say that he wanted to start his career with a bang, huh, Maestro? Leaving the gala (and before Tracy socks the Maestro in the jaw), the strip switches over to Virgil Ohso' lair, where news of the explosion has just come over the airwaves and he begins to celebrate his victory. I sure hope he won't have cracked open the tins of caviar and other expensive dishes, or hung up too much crepe paper before he finds out that the only victims were a pool, some windows, some umbrellas, and a couple of plants.
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