Loud House: Where in the world is Lincoln Sandiego

The Jolly Good Show Caper

With ACME

Zari: Local authorities took the suspect into custody less than an hour ago. He was caught with an exact duplicate of the trunk Carmen Sandiego used to smuggle out the stolen masks. Except his trunk was filled with souvenir masks just like the ones Carmen's cronies used to distract us.

Chase: Perhaps it is a coincidence?

Zari: He was clearly creating a diversion to allow Sandiego to make a clean getaway with the real masks, until you put the brakes on her plan.

Chase: Of course, I was just trying to entertain all possible angles.

Zari: You keep entertaining, Devineaux. I'll be in here, grilling our... suspect?

Zari opens the door to find it vacant

Chase: Oh, boy.

Zari: Where is he?

Chase: The scenario is quite familiar. I am guessing that the prisoner has been released without explanation, and that you will find the paperwork in order, yet with no clear chain of command to trace.

(We see the Cleaners driving a boat away with Neal relaxing in the back. We turn to London.)

Stanley: Morning, Mr. Braithwaite!

Roundabout: Ah. Good morning, Stanley! I trust the missus is feeling better?

Stanley: Tip-top, Mr. Braithwaite. Case of the sniffles, it was.

Roundabout: I'm chuffed to hear it. And please, do call me Nigel.

Stanley: Yes, of course, Nigel... Sir.

Roundabout: Jolly good!

(He enters his office and gets a call from Maelstrom.)

Maelstrom: Many thanks for mopping up our little mess in Venice, Roundabout.

Roundabout: Extracting Neal the Eel was no bother at all, Gunnar. The usual strings were pulled, no questions asked. A benefit of maintaining my ongoing masquerade here. Ah. It seems we have a Troll lurking under London Bridge.

Troll: Trolls and bridges. I see what you did there, sir. Now watch while I serve up a side of Sandiego with your English breakfast. And, boom.

Roundabout: The Lady in Red has arrived in Londontown, which means she has taken our bait and will no doubt attempt to steal the Crown Jewels tonight before we do.

Cleo: She will? I mean, we are. Oh, they would go with so many of my outfits.

Roundabout: I am fully expecting our scarlet turncoat to waltz into the trap I've set, and be in police custody before Big Ben chimes at midnight. Then Deputy Director Nigel Braithwaite of British Secret Service will once again pull strings to have our prisoner released from jail directly into the hands of The Cleaners.

Maelstrom: Who will escort our little lost sheep back to VILE, where she belongs?

Cleo: Wait, does this mean we are not stealing the Crown Jewels?

Roundabout: Patience, Countess. My schemes rarely travel a straight trajectory. After all, my code name is Roundabout.

(Zack, Ivy, Shadowsan, Lincoln and Carmen are on a double decker bus.)

Zack: I haven't seen a single clown here in Piccadilly Circus.

Ivy: Wrong kind of circus, bro. We're passing through London's most famous traffic hub.