Baron Quandary threw back his head, held the Relative Particle Transference Controller over his head, and laughed: “muahahHAHAhahahaHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAhahaha!”

Just as Baron Quandary was wrapping up, the hall was filled with blinking red lights and a deafening alarm. “Warning,” a voice said as the doors of the cells started to slide shut, “Supervillain laugh detected. Evil plan alert is active.”

Before the doors could close, Baron Quandary and Magnificus dove out.

“What do we do now, Rolf?” Anthrax looked around anxiously.

“Simple.” Quandary stroked his invention. “Ve use ze Relative Particle Transference Controller to escape. Vhen ve get to ze Convention Center, ve lose ourselves in ze crowd. UND ZEN VE SPIKE ZE PUNCH!”

He pointed the gadget at the wall, and a second later they stood outside, covered in brick dust.

Professor Anthrax cheered. “Let’s go eat impolite amounts of free finger food!”

Magnificus gave him a look. Anthrax shrugged. It wasn’t much of an evil plan, but it was a work in progress.