Finally noticing the rock band, Phil Harmonic seems to question its very existence. This is, after all, an embassy gala, and therefore a very high-class affair, making such a low-brow group as a rock and/or roll band unnecessary and an affront to good taste everywhere. Unfortunately, before we can learn anything more, the strip jumps to the lair of Virgil Ohso, where we're about to learn all about what Chris Shendo did to the Stradivarius now in Phil's possession, but before we can actually learn anything, the strip jumps again to a very suspicious Dick Tracy, who wants to know why a certain violin now in the hands of a certain maestro never went through the scanner. Tess, on the other hand, has had a little too much of Dick's sour expressions and dark thoughts, and wants him to forget about it and head over to the buffet. (I'd do it. I hear they have those little crab puffs. Man, those things are delicious!)
Deciding that nothing really happens when a three-panel strip jumps to three locations, things settle down for a moment and we return to Ohso's lair, where Low Note (who decided to change into a snazzy plaid turtleneck that probably matches his coat really, really well) explains that Shendo rigged the Stradivarius to explode when it hits a certain note. Oh man, that's really a shame. That poor instrument. That poor, valuable instrument. (Oh yeah, and all of the people and stuff, too.) Couldn't you have done the same thing with a less expensive violin? That's what I would have done.
Ohso's plan now known, we move back to the embassy, where the maestro has just discovered that his wayward son (and bane of his existence) is in the very rock band that is to preform at the embassy gala. Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. Seeing Junior even makes Phil so angry that he's willing to destroy his priceless, priceless instrument just so that he'll never have to deal with the kid's shenanigans ever again. (Phil, I thought you loved that violin. Why would you even think of using it as a weapon when there are so many other things you could be using. I suggest the ice sculpture, or you could probably do a lot damage with a well-placed jab of your pointy baton.) Before he can deliver any sort of whack to his offspring's noggin, however, the ambassador steps in, leaving us all on the edge of our seats (and pretty much bringing the action to a dead stop. Thanks a lot.).
Finally noticing the rock band, Phil Harmonic seems to question its very existence. This is, after all, an embassy gala, and therefore a very high-class affair, making such a low-brow group as a rock and/or roll band unnecessary and an affront to good taste everywhere. Unfortunately, before we can learn anything more, the strip jumps to the lair of Virgil Ohso, where we're about to learn all about what Chris Shendo did to the Stradivarius now in Phil's possession, but before we can actually learn anything, the strip jumps again to a very suspicious Dick Tracy, who wants to know why a certain violin now in the hands of a certain maestro never went through the scanner. Tess, on the other hand, has had a little too much of Dick's sour expressions and dark thoughts, and wants him to forget about it and head over to the buffet. (I'd do it. I hear they have those little crab puffs. Man, those things are delicious!)
Deciding that nothing really happens when a three-panel strip jumps to three locations, things settle down for a moment and we return to Ohso's lair, where Low Note (who decided to change into a snazzy plaid turtleneck that probably matches his coat really, really well) explains that Shendo rigged the Stradivarius to explode when it hits a certain note. Oh man, that's really a shame. That poor instrument. That poor, valuable instrument. (Oh yeah, and all of the people and stuff, too.) Couldn't you have done the same thing with a less expensive violin? That's what I would have done.
Ohso's plan now known, we move back to the embassy, where the maestro has just discovered that his wayward son (and bane of his existence) is in the very rock band that is to preform at the embassy gala. Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. Seeing Junior even makes Phil so angry that he's willing to destroy his priceless, priceless instrument just so that he'll never have to deal with the kid's shenanigans ever again. (Phil, I thought you loved that violin. Why would you even think of using it as a weapon when there are so many other things you could be using. I suggest the ice sculpture, or you could probably do a lot damage with a well-placed jab of your pointy baton.) Before he can deliver any sort of whack to his offspring's noggin, however, the ambassador steps in, leaving us all on the edge of our seats (and pretty much bringing the action to a dead stop. Thanks a lot.).
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