"Little boys, quick, put this on!" A woman, who strongly resembled Beautiful Gorgeous, threw suits their way.

"Awesome!" Sheen admired the suit, having noticed the glowing gel that ran throughout the suit.

"I must get a sample of this to take back home," Jimmy muttered as Carl's ears picked up his voice.

He leaned in, "Don't they say something about time alternating time if we take anything from another time back to our time?"

Jimmy slipped on his suit, having it readjust to his small figure, as he reassured his worried friend, "This is just a sample, Carl! Besides it's for my personal study and it'll be our secret,"

"That gel acts like a protective suit, little boys, it will react to your body and surroundings," the woman had a thick Russian accent, and Jimmy knew she was assigned a mission to protect the world, "If it senses a rise in temperature, it'll cool you down; if there's a fire, it'll make you fireproof; if you're underwater, it'll let your breath for as long as you're in; and finally, if you're damaged in any way, it'll heal you instantly,"

Sheen fit perfectly into the amazing suit, "I've got to take one home!"

"That's not a good idea, Sheen," Jimmy scolded.

Carl looked confused, "But you're taking a sample back home?"

"Yes, but Sheen won't be as secretive and may threaten the time line!"

The woman intruded, "We must hurry, there's no time for arguing if you want to live!"

The boys ran after the slim, Russian agent. They turned sharp turns on their heels within a glass building that began to shake. Carl tried desperately to keep up, his group soon fading ahead of him. The woman reached for her gun to blast away aliens that jumped before them.

It was ray gun that shot out a hot, burning liquid that acidified its victims on touch. Jimmy watched the woman turn a knob on the side of the gun and realized the model was his own. He smirked, knowing well that when he returned home after this daring adventure, he'd repair his malfunctioning ray gun.

Sheen panicked, "Carl's missing!"

The woman looked behind them, "The aliens must have stolen the little boy," she tucked her gun securely in a strap on her leg, "I was told no survivors were in this building,"

"We were hiding," Jimmy sweated, looking at every inch of the hallway they could to see any sign of Carl.

"Carl!" Sheen cried, bury his crying face into his hands.

"We must continue!"

Jimmy shook his head, snatching the ray gun from the agent's leg, "I've got to find him!"

The agent shouted, "Little boy, you don't know how to use that!"

"Trust me," Jimmy switched the knob to a higher level, blasting a threatening alien running down the hall, "I do,"

Carl managed to squeeze himself into a tight cupboard. He had searched for a suitable hiding place to keep safely from the aliens. They were frightening: big, hunched backs, long claws, and slimy skin. He whispered calming words to himself, sucking the tip of his thumb.

"Carl! Carl, where are you?" Jimmy's shouting voice made Carl hit his head against the ceiling of the cupboard.

"Oof!"

"Carl!"

"J-Jimmy! I'm in here!"

Jimmy perked up at his friend's distant voice. He caught a shaking cupboard and ran toward it. He swung the doors open to give a sigh of relief at the discovery of his safe friend.

"I can't get out—I'm stuck!"

"Hold on!" Jimmy turned the knob on his ray gun to a laser beam. He cut through the cupboard in two, leaving Carl to pop out of his tight hiding place.

Sheen came running to his friends. He was alone and carrying a piece of destroyed metal.

"Where's the agent?" Jimmy asked.

"She left me!" Sheen swung at a severed alien hand. He whacked at it until the disturbing twitching stopped.

"We only have one ray gun," Jimmy tossed the ray gun to Sheen without warning.

Sheen dropped his weapon to catch the sudden gun flying his way. It landed in his hands perfectly and Sheen looked up to his genius friend.

Jimmy pointed behind Sheen, "I thought you'd have fun blasting those alien,"

Sheen grinned, "Jimmy," he turned on his heel with a lick of his lips to face their galactic threats, "This is just easy practice!"

Carl and Jimmy watched their friend blast away the aliens as if the ray gun was built for his style. Jimmy smiled widely at the scene; he knew he made the blue prints especially for his best friend. Carl's stomach ached loudly and Jimmy flagged Sheen down once he liquidized the last alien.

"It's time for dinner back home!" Carl announced.

Sheen blew the smoke from the nozzle of the ray gun, "I know," he said cooly.

Carl was the first to run down the hall, wanting nothing but to leave the future. He almost felt sorry for abandoning his future self but knew Jimmy wouldn't allow him to save himself. Although it was quite ironic. The boys made it to their time machine, thanking the heavens that it was untouched.

Jimmy punched in their time and home back at Retroville. Just as he was about to press on the blue button, a pack of aliens appeared from a corner and Sheen jumped out of the time machine to blast them all. Jimmy gripped Sheen's suit, pulling him back into the time machine.

"We have to go!"

"Just two more, Jimmy!"

"Oh, there's more running towards us!" Carl shrieked.

Jimmy used all his might to pull his friend away from the future, "Sheen!"

"Press it, now, Jimmy!" Carl cried.

Jimmy realized that Sheen gripped the ray gun tightly, and he tried to rip the gun out of his hands, "Leave that here!"

Sheen refused, "No! It's meant for me, I can feel it!"

"You'll have a brand new one back at home!" the aliens were now closing the distance, "Remember that ray gun that was malfunctioning? Well, it's yours but you need to leave this one here!"

"Wait—you made this ray gun from the future?"

Carl now hyperventilated, "Jimmy!"

"Sheen!"

"Ok!"

Sheen tossed the ray gun at the aliens and Jimmy pushed the button hard without hesitation. Carl's whole face was moist with sweat and his hot breaths were slowly dying down. Sheen was clearly upset but Jimmy was thankful that they were heading back home.

And back home, Cindy spied on Neutron's lab with her binoculars against her face. It was night time now and she knew the boys would be leaving the lab soon for dinner. It would be her chance.