As Trixie watched Max making his announcement regarding the encouragement of global warming, with Jane recording, broadcasting, and adding commentary, she noticed that Sam was staring out the window, lost in thought. "What's wrong, Uncle Sam?" she asked.
"What?" Sam asked, startled out of his thoughts. "Oh, sorry little buddy. I'm still thinking about our last case."
"The one where Trixie got a Mama?" Trixie offered. "Yeah, that was a big case."
"I was more thinking about that Roy G Biv character Jane said she was working for that she can't get any information on," Sam pointed out. "Obviously a pseudonym, but for who? Or whom?"
"Trixie's pretty sure it's Hugh Bliss," Trixie pointed out.
"What?' Sam demanded, shocked. "What makes you say that?"
"Yeah!" Max added. "Why would you possibly think a magician turned self help guru would be involved in trying to hypnotize the entire planet?"
"Because we've met him," Trixie replied.
"Good enough for me!" Max agreed. "Let's get him!"
"Hold your horses there, little buddy in chief!" Sam cautioned. "Or in this case, hold your pony. Trixie, we've met a lot of people-"
"How many people have we met through the course of multiple, similarly themed cases who only played a role of any sort in one?" Trixie countered.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "...while a valid point, I don't think genre-savvy deductions will hold up in a court of law-"
"Daddy's the President, and he appointed Major Ursa a Supreme Court Judge," Trixie pointed out. "Major Ursa will sign any warrants we need."
"That's not what I meant," Sam countered. "We should really have more to go on before going after him than 'It makes sense'." The phone rang, and Sam picked it up. "Hello, Commissioner?" he said in shock. After a moment, he gasped. "By the Greek Goddess Selene in a chariot with dual overhead cams and 'Silver Foxx' mudflaps! We're on our way!" He hung up the phone.
"Well?" Trixie asked smugly.
"Apparently, the 'true followers' of Hugh Bliss have gathered with him in his special retreat, 'The Blister of Tranquility', in preperation for some sort of event called 'the blissification', which will affect the whole world," Sam muttered. "So it looks like Trixie was right about him."
"So we trust her instincts as far as who the bad guy is from now on?" Max asked.
"Yes. But for now, we need to get to the 'Blister'," Sam intoned. "On the moon."
"We stop by Bosco's for snacks first!" Trixie declared, stuffing her interface goggles into her hat. "Mama's internet cookies are tasty, but they aren't very filling!"
"That is the consequence of eating virtual cookies," Jane admitted. "They have no actual nutritional value."
"To Bosco's, then," Sam intoned.
"I'll have dinner ready when you all get back from saving the world again," Jane promised, manipulating the electronics that had been added to the kitchen as the others left the office.
As they entered Bosco's Inconvenience, Sam started to greet the proprietor. "Hey Boscoh dear god."
The reason for his reaction became apparent rapidly. Bosco was wearing a white poofy wig, green earrings, makeup, and he had apparently added something under his shirt to make him look curvy, giving the overall impression of a badly made older woman disguise.
"Didn't I tell you boys not to track mud in the store?" 'he' demanded. "I just vacuumed!"
"Hey lady, we're looking for Bosco!" Max said happily. "You know him?"
"Of course!" Bosco replied. "He's my son!"
Trixie blinked in confusion. "So...time travel paradox or just paranoia?"
"Guys!" Bosco whispered. "It's me! Bosco!"
"That doesn't answer my question..." Trixie murmured. "Can Trixie just have a cookie and whatever special super weapon you've got behind the counter?"
"Just one, sweetie pie!" Bosco replied, once more feigning a feminine voice, handing her a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie, the chocolate still melted. "Otherwise you'll spoil your dinner. And I'd be happy to sell you my boy's new Earthquake maker!"
"Earthquake Maker?" Trixie asked happily, devouring her cookie. "How much?"
"100 trillion dollars," Bosco said bluntly.
"A hundred trillion?" Max yelled out in shock. "You crazy, foo'!"
"Look man," Bosco countered, "all I know is I keep making up the most ridiculous price I can think of, and Trixie just reaches into her hat and pulls it out!" He crossed his arms. "So I ask you, who's the foo'?"
"Daddy," Trixie complained, tugging on something in her hat, "I can't get it out! It's too big for the opening!"
"A hundred trillion dollars in any existing form of currency is rather large," Sam commented.
"Then I declare to be printed a new bill!" Max proclaimed. "It shall be a $100 billion note, and it shall have Trixie's picture on it!"
Trixie promptly pulled a 4.3 inch stack of banded bills out of her hat. They were a very dark green, with '$100b' in each of the four corners, Trixie's face in the center in holographic blue ink, a picture of Jane's face on the back, and the inscription "Magic: Don't gotta explain jack" on either side. "Here you go!" Trixie proclaimed, handing the stack over.
"This is legal tender?" Bosco asked, surprised.
"It is now!" Max proclaimed. "I love the design!"
"I thought you would, honey," Jane said from a nearby TV set.
"Jane!" Bosco proclaimed angrily. "I told you to stop hacking into my security feeds! Phones were invented for a reason!"
"My apologies, Mama Bosco," Jane replied. "I just wanted to be sure my President husband liked the design I submitted for the new currency."
"Who performed that union, anyway?" Bosco asked.
"Major Ursa!" Trixie proclaimed. "He is a Supreme Court Justice, after all!"
"Well, here ya go!" Bosco proclaimed, handing over a remote. "One remote control for the Earthquake Maker."
"It's only got one button," Trixie pointed out, picking it up.
"Push it when you're in range of the B-TADS 2 satellite, and it'll crash into the ground and make a big earthquake!" Bosco explained. "Just don't be directly under it when it happens."
Smiling, Trixie put the remote back under her hat. "To the moo~oon!" she proclaimed, rushing outside to the Desoto.
Jane chuckled indulgently as Sam and Max rushed after her. "So memetic so young..."