"Maybe you would have enjoyed the flight more if you weren't so busy hitting on the flight attendants." Pom Pom replied.
"He wasn't doing the hitting, the flight attendants were." Scott chuckled.
Strong Bad glared.
Marzipan turned away and stared up the accordion hallway hopefully. An airport employee walked down the ramp and closed the door. "You guys, this doesn't feel right." Marzipan remarked.
Pom Pom put his hand on Marzipan's shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll be there when we get back. He's Homestar, his specialty is dumb luck."
"Put 'dumb' in front of anything and it's his specialty…" Strong Bad muttered.
"Well, who's up for some lunch? I'll treat…" Scott dug in his coat pocket. "Hey… my wallet!" He patted his pants and scanned the floor.
"Where did you see it last?" Marzipan asked.
"I don't know… oh no, I think it fell out on the plane." Scott shook his head hopelessly. "I can't believe this."
"Scott, I'm so sorry… I wish there was something we could do." Marzipan consoled him.
Scott looked at her and adjusted his coat, snapping out of an intense thought. "Yeah… I can't get a room without that wallet. Well, if you don't mind I'll tag along for a while… maybe I can be of some help since I know the people you're looking for."
"I don't see why not." Pom Pom shrugged. Strong Bad cleared his throat loudly.
"Thanks, Scott. This really means a lot. Pom Pom? What do the maps say to look for?" Marzipan inquired.
Pom Pom pulled out a yellow brochure from his backpack. "We need to go here. This is the resort they're staying at." He handed the brochure to Strong Bad and dug out a different map. He unfolded it and started to look it over.
Scott looked over Strong Bad's shoulder at the brochure. "I know where that is. I went there for vacation last year." Scott realized.
"Do you mind?" Strong Bad complained, scooting away from Scott and flipping the brochure closed. He tossed it back to Pom Pom.
"He's trying to help, Strong Bad." Marzipan scolded.
"Well he doesn't have to practically lean on me." Strong Bad defended.
"Come on, I'll walk you there… it's only a few blocks away from the airport." Scott enthusiastically led the three of them over to security.
"Not this again." Strong Bad protested. He started unlacing his gloves.
"Pardon, señor.…" The security guard walked up to him.
"What? What more embarrassment could you possibly inflict on me? I have nothing left!" Strong Bad flared. The guard took off his hat and offered it to Strong Bad, who stared at it in bewilderment. "I don't want your freaking hat."
"¿Podría usted firmar por favor esto para mi sobrino? Él es un partidario enthsiastic." The guard asked, offering the hat to Strong Bad again.
"Buddy, I have no clue what the crap you're asking me." Strong Bad attempted to explain.
The guard pulled a pen out of his shirt and made a motion over the bill of the hat. Then he held the pen and hat back out toward Strong Bad. "Sign it?"
"Sorry man. The privilege of my autograph is one reserved for only the most fortunate of lady types." Strong Bad finished unlacing and threw his gloves and mask into the plastic tray next to the detector. The guard donned his hat and put his pen away, disappointed.
"What was that about?" Pom Pom asked once Strong Bad had retrieved his items from the plastic bin.
"Some guy wanted my autograph." Strong Bad replied.
"That's weird." Scott blurted.
"Oh yeah? Why, because no one's asking you for an autograph? I suppose it never occurred to you that I just might be a big deal in this universe. It would only make sense that my awesomenitude would carry over, after all."
"Strong Bad." Marzipan said.
"What?" He responded.
"Shut up."
The four of them made their way through the lobby, but it became increasingly clear that Strong Bad was attracting an unusual amount of attention. He was asked several more times to sign various articles of clothing by random people, not to mention the numerous pointing fingers directed his way. When a girl attempted to get him to sign her bra, Marzipan had had enough.
"All right! Cancun is definitely my kind of city." Strong Bad flicked the cap off of a sharpie and prepared to fulfill his fan's unusual request, but Marzipan pulled back his arm. "What now?" He scowled at her.
"Doesn't this seem a little unusual to you?" Marzipan asked incredulously.
"Hmm… no." Strong Bad replied, yanking his arm away from Marzipan.
"Strong Bad, they clearly think you're someone else. Haven't you noticed that the T-shirts that people have been getting you to sign all have the same person on them? AND IT ISN'T YOU." Marzipan continued.
Strong Bad paused. "Put your shirt down a sec, el chica." Strong Bad instructed the fan girl. She obliged a little hesitantly, concerned that her request was being denied. Strong Bad inspected the image on the shirt. "Well… you have to admit, the resemblance is striking."
"Strong Bad, that wrestler looks like he could bench press a car." Pom Pom remarked.
"So?" Strong Bad replied.
"The only thing that links you to that person on her shirt is your mask." Scott clarified.
"What are you trying to say, alley boy?" Strong Bad threatened.
"Look, I just think you should take off your mask for a while. We definitely don't need this kind of attention while we're trying to fulfill a rescue mission. It's only going to slow us down." Marzipan suggested firmly.
Strong Bad looked from Marzipan to Pom Pom and back again, ignoring Scott. "Fine. But I'm taking care of this last customer here." Strong Bad turned around, but the girl was no longer in sight. "What the-! Where'd she go?"
"Come on, let's get going." Pom Pom said, nudging Strong Bad along.
"But- eh… she- augh!" Strong Bad mumbled, pulling off his mask and fidgeting with it.