Disclaimer: I don't own Phil of the Future or this Eureka thingy.
Mood Rings
These things come in waves, like hats, pocket watches, and hand-knitted vests, and now they were the latest craze in a town which experienced at least one a day. Today, it was mood rings of all things. Touted as little magical indicators of anger, arousal and apathy, fear and love, they had their time in popular culture, flooded the market, finally relegated to cereal boxes and junk catalogs. And now they're back.
The sheriff sat down at Cafe Diem, still trying to squash the chortle trying to break free.
"Your thermos, Sheriff?"
"Thanks. Um, yeah."
He'd seen quite the characters since he had come to Eureka, but none so colorful as these here today. Like a Dorian Gray painting, these rings didn't change and that made for an every changing eb and flow of spectral water coloring across the faces and hands of diners. He had --
His cell chimed. It was Henry. Simple problem blossoming out of control. Nine will get you ten it will be due to this new jewelry. Darn future technology.
For a town full of wizrds and braniacs, they certainly seemed to make the same mistake each week. Somebody should write a paper on that.