Mayor Tilton (the black mayor voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson in the English version) makes his speech at City Hall, announcing that he has a new bill that going to be signed centered around a Bavarian neighborhood near Edge City. He searches for a pen in his suit jacket, then whispers to his aid, Smedley, “Where are the pens?”

Smedley whispers back that, because Mayor Tilton spent money from the city budget on a beauty pageant, there’s not enough for office supplies. Mayor Tilton laughs sheepishly to the crowd, then turns back to Smedley and demands that he find a pen. The Mask’s feather lands on Smedley’s head and Smedley tries to blow it off as he checks his pockets for a pen. Mayor Tilton takes the feather off Smedley’s head and proudly claims, “If a quill was good enough for our Founding Fathers, then it’s good enough for me,” while dipping the feather in a coffee cup held by one of his Secret Service agents and signing the new bill with the feather.

As the crowd applauds, The Mask is in the crowd accepting the accolades as if they’re applauding for him. After he says, “Really, you are all too kind” in a sort of Katherine Hepburn-esque voice, we pan right to two people in the crowd. A voice crying, “Mayor or not…” gets their attention as a young, black woman with high, black hair done in curls, green eyes, and a mole near her red lips, wearing a light brown trenchcoat and blue earrings, pushes the two people aside and says her next line into the camera, “Nobody bails on Cookie BaBoom and gets away with it!” I don’t know how to describe Cookie’s voice in detail, but it was a sort of high voice with kind of a whiny tinge to it (she sounded like a whiny, little girl almost--the Spanish version has Cookie's voice a little more assertive than the English version).

We cut back to the Mayor waving at his podium. Smedley is at his side and suddenly looks offscreen into the crowd. His eyes widen a little and he whispers to Mayor Tilton as he’s waving, “Uh, Mr. Mayor, it’s that strip—uh, ‘exotic dancer’ you’ve been dating.” We cut to a tight shot of the Mayor’s face as he whispers back to Smedley, “Get her out of here before she ruins my wholesome image!”

We then cut to Smedley at the top of the stairs of City Hall as Cookie comes running up in light blue high heels (that weren’t seen when she was first shown) as the audience boos. She shoves Smedley out of the way, exclaiming, “Out of my way, pipsqueak!” and continues running towards the podium. Smedley catches up with her, pleading, “But, Miss BaBoom, you can’t just—” and is cut off by a cut to a close-up of Cookie’s face as she interrupts Smedley with the taunt, “Oh, can’t I?”

Cookie sneers as the first two notes of a sexually suggestive trumpet instrumental plays. We then cut to a two shot with Cookie and Smedley standing at sort of a left slant. Cookie’s (clothed) back is to the viewer while Smedley is staring directly at Cookie. The sexually suggestive trumpet piece pots up with seven notes played with force (it sounded this way, “bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-BUM”) as Cookie opens her trenchcoat, flashing Smedley. Smedley doesn’t react right away at first, but then we cut to a close-up of Smedley as he gasps and growls lecherously. Almost absent-mindedly, Smedley utters, “Dyn-o-mite!”, leaving the audience to assume that he just commented on Cookie’s nude body hidden under the trenchcoat (she is a strip—uh, ‘exotic dancer’ after all, so this isn’t out of character for her).
The suggestive trumpet music continues as we cut to a shot of Cookie, showing her lower legs (spread apart in an upside-down V-shape) and her light blue, high-heeled feet. The trenchcoat drops behind her. The crowd stares in shock. We pan up Cookie’s body to reveal that she is naked—at least not fully.

Strapped to Cookie’s body (which is undeniably the type of curvaceous, female body that hasn’t been seen in kids cartoons since Animaniacs had Hello Nurse) are two dynamite packs, strategically placed over her breasts and across her hips (covering her butt and privates). Cookie announces (in response to Smedley’s remark), “That’s right, two megatons worth! If I can’t have Mortimer, then no o