Frank had long since given up hope, but remained in the kitchen re checking all the cupboards that he had recently searched thirty seconds ago in some vague hope that he had missed the Frankenberry, or that if by some miracle it had magically appeared along with Count Chocula, but he knew this was very unlikely. You would have thought that a normal sixteen year old boy would, firstly not want to eat such a childish breakfast cereal and secondly would have long since given up on the quest. Well then, the first thing you must know is that Frank wasn't a normal teenage boy, which was currently been displayed as he rolled on the kitchen floor, howling at a loss for what to do, his supersonic screeching shattering far off neighbours windows who still didn't have the sense to switch to shatter-proof glass windows yet.
The boys had told the neighbours many times to switch and the many red posters set up within a two mile radius should have been enough of a hint, and so Bob thought that anyone who hadn't switched was just asking for shattered windows, and he ran into the kitchen to console the young boy who was currently into the hyperventilating stage, which is bad enough without the supersonic thrown in!
"Frank, shush, honey what's up?" Now if it sounds like Bob is coming onto Frank, he's not, Frank has problems you see, and when he gets in this sort of state he is in the mind frame of a three year old, and so you must use the same methods to calm him as you would a toddler, logic you see.
"There...there...there" another loud wail rang through the danger zone "FRANKENBERRY!!!!!!" and immediately Bob understood, picking Frank up and gathering together his things to go to the Supermarket, realising on his way out, that the toddler-boy wished to join him, and seeing as he wasn't in the mood for another scene, he appeased the boy in the middle of his tantrum cutting it short, relief for any neighbours who were now peeking out from behind their (if they were sensible) shatter-proof windows.
Ten minutes later they were in the supermarket, scanning the shelves for Frankenberry and seeing as how they were already there, began shopping, with Bob pushing the parent-child trolley, and Frank sitting in the little kiddie seat, eating Frankenberry straight out of the box which earned them many odd stares from other shoppers. Bob scanned the aisles, making sure he got the right products to avoid another outburst of Franks, he placed the latest item in the pile and just as he was about to begin pushing a large scream came from a little way off, and a boy came slamming through the shelves of the shop, ending up right in front of them, before standing up and awkwardly fixing his glasses.
"MIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!" The sixteen year old screamed as he climbed out of his seat and launched himself onto the seventeen year old, who was now looking around awkwardly to see if anyone had noticed his dramatic, stunt man worthy entrance.
Bob noticed his awkwardness and commented on it how he thought fit "Mikey, if you don't want to have to deal with the embarrassment of rejection then don't go using your powers to see through women's clothes! Honestly, you get yourself into all sorts of shit for it!" Mikey grinned in response before reminding Bob of one crucial fact.
"Ah, dear Bob, do you not realise that I save so much money now the need for porn magazines has gone?" He had him there and he knew it.
"That's true, maybe when I get a power it will be as useful as that." he chuckled, slightly saddened by the thought that he still, at the age of twenty three had no power to talk about.
"Well, any power has to be more useful that this oompa loompa's" and Bob could only agree with him there as the previously mentioned oompa loompa began giggling hysterically, causing all the glass in the shop to break. The contents of jars went flying, the shop windows disintegrated and the managers glasses smashed (Mikey was smart enough to wear shatter-proof).
"Oh shit no!" Mikey froze.
"RUUUNNN YOU SPASTIC!" Bob screamed at him as the three charged out of the shop as an angry manager chased after them screaming abuse in Japanese, so only Mikey could understand, and as they ran out of the shop, you couldn't help but notice the poster;
'Unwelcome shoppers' below the caption it had a picture of the three of them, alongside Gerard and Ray who also lived with them, Gerard had once hypnotized the manager and placed him in a deep sleep which he didn't wake up from for three days, and even though Gerard apologized repeatedly and insisted he was only singing, the managers wife banned him too.
The three of them jumped into Bobs car and made their quick getaway, not eager to be hit by the wooden spoon that the manager was currently brandishing, and so our three heroes escaped the mini-market catastrophe un-spooned, to survive another day. At least until they got home and realized that Gerard was in the mood for a sing song and Rays armoury of hair had just been added to.