Disclaimer: This time, the song is by Taylor Swift.
Edna poked her head into the room. "Darling?" she said. "A telephone call for you."
Bob looked up and frowned. "For me?"
Edna nodded, with an expression suggesting that she didn't much care for the caller. Puzzled, Bob lifted himself up from his chair, went into the main hall of Modenheim, and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" he said.
"Well, well," said an all-too-familiar voice. "If it isn't old Red Inc himself."
Bob froze. "Syndrome II," he hissed.
"None other," said that notorious super-villain. "I understand you're having a little trouble locating the Mrs. All those local villagers that Count Malediction trained by fear pumping blow-gun darts into NSB operatives, and so forth."
"And if we are?" said Bob, forcing his voice to remain steady.
"What you need is a probe," said Syndrome II. "Something that could search that entire area of the jungle without the Condenados recognizing it for what it is. A robotic parrot, maybe, made to look just like the real thing."
"I see," said Bob. "And just what is your stake in all this, Synny?"
"Well, it's not for me to say, of course," said the successor to Buddy Pine, "but when you think 'tin macaw', I hope you think of me…"
