[In Tyrannia's living room, Jacob is warming himself with a hairdryer]
Jacob Scribble: Scorching! Ah, yes! Yes! It feels great! Ooh, yeah! Goodbye, rheumatism!
[Meanwhile, Maurizio is looking out the window and sees the silhouettes of Bubonic and Tyrannia leaving for the laboratory]
Maurizio di Mauro: Uh-oh. Jacob, they've gotten the magic parchment pieces.
[Jacob is too comfortable and blissful to listen]
Jacob Scribble: Mmm... Mm, yes...
Maurizio di Mauro: [annoyed] Jacob!
Jacob Scribble: A-ah! Ooh, baby!
[He rolls back onto his back]
Jacob Scribble: I haven't felt this warm and toasty since I left the nest!
[Maurizio turns off the hairdryer]
Maurizio di Mauro: I think they're starting the spell.
Jacob Scribble: Well, what are we hanging around here for?
[He zips off to the laboratory]