The next morning, back at the mansion, Ferdinand, who somehow managed to get out of the river, with a terrible headache from the night before, was snoozing under a deckchair with a rubber water bottle on his head.
Just then, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Aunt Figg answered the phone. "What do you want now, Lickboot?" After a short pause, her expression went from annoyed to shocked. "No more money?!"
On the other line, Lickboot was in his office as he explained over the phone. "Without proof that Robyn and Mandy are being well cared for, we can't touch another penny of their father's money," he responded.
"Don't talk foolishness, Lickboot," said Aunt Figg. "Can't you do something... devious?" She wickedly chuckled a bit, as she took a seat on the deckchair, inadvertently squeezing Ferdinand underneath her.
"I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you can be really sleazy," Aunt Figg deviously continued, while Ferdinand strained under her enormous rear.
"Why thank you, Pristine," said Lickboot. "But suppose we get them back, and the little brats tell Daddy Starling why they ran away?"
"Who he's gonna believe?" asked Aunt Figg. She picked up an eclair from the side deck table. "An over emotional whining distraught little girl and rebellious teenager? Or me - their warm, loving, concerned nanny?"
Ferdinand kept struggling to get out as Aunt Figg demanded into the phone, "Now do something! I mean lie, cheat, steal! Put them to government!" The obese woman furiously leapt out of the deckchair.
Ferdinand, now worn out and squished with line-prints from the deckchair, quickly rolled away.
"Do anything to get that money, you nerdy nitwit!"
"Oh, well, that's easy," said Lickboot. "A reward."
"A reward?!" Aunt Figg exclaimed, before starting to calm down a bit.
"Yes," Lickboot responded. "People will do anything for money."
"Oh, don't I know!" said Aunt Figg. "So?"
"So, we offer a reward for them," Lickboot continued. "Someone will turn them in. Big reward. Say, one million dollars."
Aunt Figg squeezed her eclair. "But we don't have a million dollars!" She wined.
Lickboot smirked slyly. "I know. That's why it's so... sleazy."
"Huh? Oh?" Aunt Figg seemed confused at first, as the eclair melted in her hand. Then, she gasped surprised. "Oh!" She chuckled in a sinister way. She salaciously licked some of the chocolate cream off her finger, as she smirked, "Oh, I love it when you talk like that..."
Later that day, Robyn and Mandy's pictures and the reward were being printed on every milk carton in a milk factory.
Aunt Figg, wearing her spectacles, picked up a carton with evil glee. "This will get them back!" With a nasty chuckle, she and Lickboot toasted with the milk cartons they held.
Meanwhile, Robyn and Mandy, no longer wearing their jackets, were unconscious in the river, both resting on a piece of the broken raft.
In no time at all, the raft carried the girls to shore, and came to a stop.
Two unfamiliar figures spotted them from the bushes.
All the way in Tibet, a rough storm was going through as an airplane flew within.
Just then, the pilot received a call from SOS. "You're daughters ran away. And no one knows where they are."
"What?" The pilot controlling the plane became shocked - it was none other than the girls' father, Michael Starling, alive and well, still on his expedition in Tibet. "My daughters ran away?" He hung up, and put on a serious expression. "Robyn and Mandy are in trouble. There's only one place they'll go!"
Steering the plane, he flew in the opposite direction through the storm. He was about to abort his expedition, and return home to America to save his daughters.