"Who'd have thought a little baby could turn out to be such a rat?"
"He's not a rat," Haywood said. "It's just that too much knowledge was given to him all at once and he didn't know how to use it properly. It only proves again that humans can only learn through experience. We've made a tragic mistake, Mac."
"And it's getting tragic-er by the minute," Mac said hollowly. "If that kid gets hold of the world.... What'll they do to us, Haywood?"
"I hesitate to even put it into words," Haywood murmured.
"The way that kid's organized," Mac said, "he's a cinch to be a world-wide scandal by sunset. Ain't there nothing we can do to stop it?"
"I've been trying to think of something," Haywood said.
Mac looked at him hopefully. "Give it everything you've got, Haywood," he said. "You've got the brains."
Slowly, Haywood began to drum his fingers on a nearby cloud bank....
At the focal point of this heavenly concern, A.P. finally managed to raise his voice above the angry din that raged about him. His small voice piped like a penny whistle.