There was a baby girl sitting in the middle of the lab. This was unusual since the only child that Professor Membrane was supposed to have in his house was his son, Dib, who was less his biological son and more of a modified clone. The professor had come down to work on SCIENCE and had found the bundle of blankets, pink hair and evil glares in the forzel-scope dish. There was a note taped to the baby's forehead.

"Professor Membrane,

You might remember that we had sex about a week ago. I'm trusting that you have no idea of the gestation period of a typical human female, which is just as well since it doesn't exactly apply to me. Just know that you are the father and I trust you'll be able to handle her and her… uniqueness. Now, I must go, there is much to be arranged down here in hell.

With lust,

Senor Diablo (or, as you know me, Moofy)"

Professor Membrane chuckled to himself. "I seem to attract insanity, don't I?" he sighed, "they lose their minds when constantly confronted with my miraculous existence." Nevertheless, he picked up the baby girl and brought her upstairs. Maybe some companionship would help his poor insane son see that aliens, monsters and ghosts did not exist. Then he could focus on REAL SCIENCE and fulfill his purpose as Professor Membrane's altered clone.

He glanced at the note again. He didn't recall ever sleeping with, or even meeting, a Senor Diablo. Moofy on the other hand…

The professor grinned as he remembered the red-haired girl in the cheerleader costume. He couldn't remember what had made him take this overly enthusiastic groupie back to the lab with him but he was pretty damn happy that he had. She'd pounced on him like a human tiger, except in a more erotic and less "I will rip your face off with my teeth" sort of way. The way she moved and that amazing tongue she had, it was almost not human… but that was silly, what else could she be? Anyways, it didn't matter, he'd finally found someone who could live up to the expectations of the most important man in the world. She was beautiful, intelligent, and, holy toast, that tongue…

The baby growled as if to say "Put me down while you fantasize about your science whores, you sicko."

"Now, now, there's no need for that," he chastised, "You just run along off to school. Daddy's got lots of work to do." He set the baby down on the floor next to his son and smiled. "Now kids, play nice, I'm off to work!" He ran and jumped through the front door, leaving his new daughter in an unimpressed silence.

Yes, Moofy had been divine. Membrane recalled that he still had her phone number stored on one of the TV-phones he had invented. Perhaps he'd have to give her a call.