The now-bright-red-faced fellow, and the beautiful-but-clingy Japovian woman E-Ruby had presumed to be his wife, took refuge behind a tree, away from the prying eyes of the amnesiac E-Ruby.
The handsome, kindly, but somewhat agitated man withdrew from his trenchcoat a two-way radio, and proceeded to make contact with another party.
"Eagle Two to Big Mama, do you copy?"
"Big Mama receiving, Eagle Two," his radio responded in a female voice. "Go ahead. How's my mother?"
"I told you not to send her with me," complained the man in the trenchcoat. "The Earlybird did not catch the worm. I repeat, the Earlybird did not catch the worm."
Back in Antarctica, the Chieftain was listening to the report of his number two clone, Eagle Two.
"So the Earlybird never even provided her signature?" asked Tzipora, back in the Antarctic base.
"Negative Big Mama", replied Eagle Two. "I think your mother raised too much suspicion, even if the Earlybird is suffering amnesia".
"We'll just have to move to phase B of the plan," the Chieftain told Tzipora kindly. "Having a recently-trained-but-still-certifiably-insane marriage celebrant on-hand for an impromptu elopement is enough to make even the most scatterbrained of empresses somewhat more suspicious than desired," he explained.
Elsewhere, Eagle Three was hiding behind a palm tree, a pair of binoculars to his eyes, watching an attractive empress with blazing red-hair, some 500 feet above the ground on the balcony of an ivory tower.
Also elsewhere, the Shitimmistanian minister of defense was not taking too kindly to the banning of President-for-life-and-then-some, the Grand Poo-Bah of All, His Most High Excellency, the Highly Exalted one, Shittim. He was drafting an insulting response to a diplomatic event that had occurred earlier with the Mosestarian leader.