"You aren't going anywhere either..." Shirley replied.
The onion woman shot out a rope from her watch which tripped Zed, and tied him up.
"SHIRLEY MONEYDIME!!" Zed exclaimed. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"
"I am not Moneydime." Shirley replied. "This was all just a ploy...THAT, is Moneydime.." Shirley gestured with a non-existent finger towards the apple scientist.
"Wait..." Junior spoke. "If you're not Moneydime, then what's your real name?"
"You can call me...Yes, Shirley Yes..." Shirley chuckled evilly.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" The kids exclaimed.
"Out of all the agents we have on loan from governments all around the world—Roberto from South America, Matunda of Africa, Gurumarra of Australia, Wān Dou from China, Tandoori from India, Fresa of Mexico, Limone from Italy, Sméar from Ireland, Carmen from Spain, PALMY from the Caribbean, you were our most valued one!" Zed exclaimed. "Why would you turn on us like this?"
"Because," Shirley replied. "I, am the true mastermind, not Dr. Yes and Strange Career."
"WHAAAAAAAT?!" The kids and Zed exclaimed in unison, yet again.
"And now, I shall bid you adieu..." Shirley replied. "For I've got backstage passes, and you've got a front-row seat to mayhem, children..."
The lights in the room turned bright red. Shirley pressed a button on a remote which ensnared the kids and sent Zed out the room on a rocket. The kids were then packed into a cage and shipped all the way to the MusicGeddon location on a fast plane.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!!" Junior exclaimed. "I know that sounds super cliche, but seriously, you WON'T!"
"Look at it this way..." Shirley replied. "You'll always have Paris..."
Shirley watched and gave a sinister laugh as she put on a lab coat and activated the jet to ship the kids off to France.
"—Here's lookin' at you, kids..."