Do you want to know how many slime molds there were in Clarksburg's streets?
They made the streets so slimy they put Frakenbooger to shame.
That's how many slime molds there were.
"I can't spit without hitting one of these things," Ty said. He spat, hitting one of the large, white, gelatinous cells with it. "Literally."
"The first one showed up around midnight last night," The Detective explained. "At first, we thought it was just a one-time occurrence, just a stray mold that went too far. Then the second one came, and the third, and so on."
"Could it be that Slim guy I heard about?" Jetpack asked.
"Nope. He checked himself into the local asylum a while back because he couldn't stop seeing slime molds everywhere."
"That's a shame," Ty said. "He was a nice guy."
"Yeah, well, I guess that's what you get when you get possessed."
"Which brings us to an important question," Jetpack said. "Is Chester insane?"
"No," Ty said. "Chester's completely fine. It was Kid Rot who was the nutty one."
"Hm."
Ty whipped out his grabber-claw-thingy (AN: I don't know what it's called, bear with me) and scraped up one of the slime molds.
"I've identified the slime molds as belonging to the species Brefeldia maxima, the tapioca slime mold. It's common throughout Europe," Lab Rat said.
"So what?" Ty asked. "We know the species, and we know it speaks French. Big deal."
"It is, actually. Tapioca slime molds are very rare in North America."
"Oh..."
"Somebody is breeding them," Lab Rat concluded.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Kid Rot said from his jar.
"What do you know besides rotting organic matter and violating my sister's personal space?" Ty snapped.
"Slime mold DNA from that particular species makes up part of my genome," Kid Rot said flatly. "For me, they're family."
He looked at the slime mold sample. "Let's see...odd. This looks like more than one cell. Slime molds normally just keep dividing only their nuclei, and the cells themselves just keep on growing. But these...oh boy, if they're about to make spores..."
Lab Rat's computer beeped. The scientist turned around and saw what had just popped up on the monitor. "Uh...guys? Did any of you inject hormones into the slime molds when I wasn't looking?"
"Nope," Ty said.
"What's a hormone?" Jetpack asked.
"Good to know, and I'll explain later. The new analysis that just happened says that there are hormones slime molds use to coordinate cell movement - more so than there should be. Someone's not just breeding them..."
"...they're controlling them," Ty finished.
Once again, they were unaware that they were being watched...