Over the next week, Baby Intelligence taught Lindsay how to speak, and let her join the training sessions with Baby Strength and Force Baby. Lindsay was a quick learner, and Baby Intelligence was impressed by her sword skills.
A week after the parade, Baby Intelligence took the babies to a concert. The occassion was to acknowledge their hard work despite the NoHeads being gone.
At the audience chamber, they opened the doors to be greeted by a thin usher with a mustache. "I will show you to your seats," he said formally, pointing toward the stage. "Follow me."
The babies did. The usher led them down the aisle and seated them near the front. "Booster seats?" he asked.
"Yes," said Baby Intelligence. He whispered to Force Baby, then turned back to the usher. "One seat, please."
As the babies sat down, the usher got a booster seat and brought it to them. Baby Intelligence accepted it and placed it on the seat next to him. "Sit down, Lindsay," he said.
Lindsay did. Baby Intelligence said the seat was for her. Lindsay accepted it and sat, waiting for the show to begin. She started to shiver when the lights dimmed, but Baby Intelligence put a hand on her shoulder, calming her quickly.
And then the curtains opened, and the famous singer, Rocken Role, walked up and took the microphone. "Hey, guys!" he said. "I just want to tell you how glad I am you came. You're in for dfjk90w09arjwerj9f."
"What?" asked a woman.
"Nothing," he said. He took a breath and began to sing. The performance quickly proved bloated as Role started singing in blabberish. And continued.
"Why is he singing blabberish?" Lindsay asked.
Baby Intelligence thought he knew the reason, but chose not to tell her. "Quiet, Lindsay."
But as the singer continued, Lindsay began to feel restless.
At last the performance was over, and Baby Intelligence could hear a smatter of polite applause. Afterward, the curtain closed. "Come on," Baby Intelligence said, and headed for the stage.
With a guitar strapped to his back, Role was pushing a cart toward his car when Baby Intelligence called to him.
Role turned. "Emh?"
Baby Intelligence walked forward and forced Role's shoulder toward his face. Then he took out a pair of special binoculars allowing him X-Ray vision. He gasped. An artificial voice box was perched in his neck, and it said BLABBERISH on it.
Baby Intelligence shook his head as he clipped the binoculars to his belt. "I think I know who committed this." His eyes narrowed. "The NoHeads!"
"What?" Lindsay replied, baffled. "Mr. Stupid NoHead is dead! And so is Rotta."
"It could be his sons," said Baby Intelligence with a shrug. "It could be one of his followers. Who knows?"
Master's right, thought Lindsay.
The babies rushed for their car, leaving Rocken Role to take his items to the car without interference. The car parked in front of the NoHead base.
Once there, Baby Intelligence was shocked to see no lights or sense of activity inside. "Stay here," he told the others. Then he went inside and disappeared through the door.