Grandpapi noticed the cloth on the ground next to his son, whose collar and tie were ruffled. Then a smug smile went across his face. "Well, I think we know who had best day," he said slyly. "Thees is why Carmelita wanted me to vamos. Wait to go, mijo! …Uh, mijo?"
"Abazoocal-ladanebreh-baspinewtih…" Mr. Rivera babbled.
"Uh, why is Dad acting like that, Grandpapi?" Manny asked. Then his sensitive Tigre nose sniffed. "And what smells like sweat and shame?"
"Probably this," his grandfather answered, handing the cloth he had noticed to Manny.
Manny held the cloth out, a quizzical expression on his face. "What is it?"
"Meez Aves's panties."
Manny screamed like a girl as he dropped them. He ran for the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
Whistling innocently, Grandpapi made a mechanical arm shoot out, grab the fabric, and retract it back into his sombrero.
Later, at the Flock of Fury's headquarters…
Ms. Aves was hanging the laundry out on a line between her home and the next-door apartment. She had just taken a shower and did the laundry. For some reason, though, after she had taken off her shirt (which had dragged the necklace off with it), she had been hit with the most unexplainable of headaches. After the pain had passed, she couldn't ...