Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Well, this is awkward, isn't it?

As Virgil continues to plot, trying to figure out how to get the purloined (but not really because the kid sold it to him fair and square, even if the kid did sort of steal it...) Stradivarius into the fancy shindig being thrown by Ambassador U. Niform (hee, hee, hee), he gets some rather good news from one of his goons, the treacherous Low Note. Apparently, even though this party will take place at an embassy, where one would think that rather important people would be, there's not going to be much security, which means that even someone as suspicious looking as our pal Low Note will be able to get in without any trouble. As the arch fiend prepares to hand over the Stradivarius, we switch back to the concert hall, where Phil Harmonic has suddenly had a change of heart and decided that he would indeed like to go to the party, if only because it would help take his mind off of his wayward son. (Shhh, don't tell him. I want it to be a surprise.) Plus, you know, the show must go on and all that stuff.
With Phil rushing off to get dressed, we turn back to Virgil and Low "The Flash" Note, who has already made the switch. Wow, this hideout must be right next to the embassy. Makes me wonder just how important that embassy is, considering that it seems to be on the wrong side of the tracks (unless said tracks run right between the two buildings). As the two revel in their evilness (and Virgil's legs look a lot like those of a Golden Girl, or maybe that's just because of how he's sitting), Kid Vicious and his band, The Ringtones arrive at the embassy. I wonder what they're going to play. (I know I'm going to be sorely disappointed if they don't end up playing "When The Saints Go Marching In," or any of the other classics that came preloaded on my phone.)
And so things seem to be going pretty well. The Ringtones are setting up their amps and tuning their guitars as they get ready to preform, when, horror of horrors, Kid sees his father! Um, Kid, why wouldn't your father be at the embassy? These things tend to be high-class affairs, so of course the conductor of the symphony would be there. (After all, his strings are playing tonight, and he wants to be sure that they don't make fools of themselves.) Your band, on the other hand, is more the oddity of the evening and you're only there because the ambassador likes to rock. Oh well, freak out if you will, my friend. Your father hasn't even seen you yet, though if you didn't read any of the words in the last panel, you might think that was the case. So go, try to be inconspicuous. I suggest you find yourself a trench coat, a fedora, and some dark glasses. Those always seem to help the spies blend in in the movies.

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