''Keely, I don't think i'll be able to make it tonight.'' Phil confessed.
''What? Why?'' Keely asked.
''I gotta do chores.'' he answered.
''Are these like the 'painting' the garage door thing?''
''No, these are 21st century chores. Dad doesn't want anyone using the future gadgets since they started malfunctioning.''
''Malfunctioning? I've never seen one malfunction.''
''Well, right now, Pim is older, and more annoying. Like 20 or something! There's been a mind switch between our neighbors, and Mom looks like you.''
''Man! Seems you've got alot on your hands. Is there anyway I can help?''
''No, but I do need--''
Right then, Curtis ran in speaking gibberish.
''Curtis, what happened? You look spooked and where'd you get that cut on your head?''
''Curtis...Curtis saw,'' he caught his breath from running all this way. ''Curtis saw time machine go BOOM!''
Phil had a look of shock on his face, there was no future now...