>>24883361"You'll need an escort if you are to reach Mallartaud Theatre unharmed. The flock is sure to recognize me if I were to accompany you, however..." with a hand gripping his chin, Garakaw turns to his eager son. "They hold little regard for children.."
Using his club as a support, the councilman kneels down until he's level with his son. "Midoro.. if I were to entrust you with but a single, simple task, would you be able to accomplish it?"
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! R-Really Papa?!" the little guy squeaks. "Y-Yeah! Yeah! I can do it!
That's practically all the confirmation his father needs. Midoro is promptly given a fake, plastic, off-brand dollar store antennae to act as a mild disguise. "Then it's settled. You will guide Mr. Calemson to the theater. To cover yourself in the possible scenario that one of them recognizes the 'problem child', claim that you are a Scatterbug. The antennae will do the rest."
"O-Okay! I will!" exclaims Midoro with a salute. "You can count on me, Papa!"
"I should hope so."