Fanny's mother is humming. She sashays around the kitchen, getting ingredients together for a stew she's cooking, and she sends her daughter knowing smiles. Fanny sits at the kitchen table and watches her mother from over the top of a paperback book, her brow crinkled. After the fifth look, Fanny sets her book down and asks,

"What is it?"

Her mother says. "I signed you up to be the princess for this year's Games."

"What?" Fanny launches herself out of her chair, her face already reddening. "You did not!"

"I did."

"You did not!" Fanny switches to Gaelic. "They decided not to do that again! Last year was an experiment."

"They changed their mind!" her mother replies in Gaelic too and her face begins to color. "You're going to be the princess and boys will compete for you."

"I'm dating Rachel."

"No you're not. That restraining order's going to be approved sooner or later, so you might as well get over it."

"What?" Fanny stammers for a bit. "You what?"

"I am doing you a favor," Fanny's mother narrows her eyes. "You are going to date a nice Gaelic boy, and that's final."

"Ugh," Fanny takes her coat and runs out of the kitchen. Her mother calls after her, but she ignores her and leaves through the front door. She doesn't bother to keep the door from slamming shut behind her. After pulling on her coat, Fanny takes out her cell phone and calls Rachel.

"Hi, Fanny!" Rachel pauses, then when Fanny doesn't answer, "Are you okay?"

"Uh…" Fanny sighs and starts walking down the street. "Can you pick me up?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey, Kuki's repainting the Sector V bus. You wanna go watch?"

"…Yeah."

= = = Three of Kuki's initial designs were rejected by the TND. = = =

Kuki, dressed in paint-spattered clothes, spreads out a long, wide, and dirty tarp over the concrete floor of the hangar, and motions to Hoagie to park the Sector V bus on top of it. The bus, fresh from repairs, has blank metal panels in the body where damaged ones used to be. Kuki twists her hair back into a messy bun and pulls on a respirator mask and goggles. At her feet are crates of spray paint, wide stencils, and a hamster, rolling around in a clear plastic ball outfitted with special filters embedded in the airholes, so it won't breathe in any fumes. Hoagie steps out of the bus and helps Abby, Wally, Fanny, and Rachel tape off the headlights, the windows, and the tires, then everyone steps back to watch Kuki work.

"Here," Hoagie digs into his pockets and takes out a baggie of gummies. "Take some."

"Hmm," Rachel glances away from Kuki setting up tall step-ladders to reach the roof of the bus. "What are they?"

"I got 'em from the scientists," Hoagie chews on a handful. "They're supposed to give you the ability to speak in a different language, but they don't even know if they'll work."

"Untested huh?" Abby asks.

"Yeah."

"Abby'll pass."

"Hell, I'll take some," Wally takes a fistful, and Rachel and Fanny shrug at each other and take a few each.

"Blegh," Fanny wrinkles her nose. "Zero, these taste horrid."

"Eww, gross," Rachel flicks one at Hoagie's head. "They taste like cough medicine!"

"Hey! Not my fault," Hoagie ducks his head as everyone starts pelting him with gummies. "I had nothing to do with making them."

"Ah dinnae come here fer any crap, Gilligan," Fanny trails off as everyone stops and stares at her. Even Kuki pauses in applying primer to look and the hamster rolls to a stop on the roof of the bus.

"Whoa," Wally laughs. "What the fuck, Fanny!"

"Wot?"

Wally begins giggling like an idiot and nudges Hoagie, whose face twitches. "It's uh…your voice. Your accent."

"Y'shute yer trap, ya wee bastard! Iss jast mah accent."

"Yeah, but Fanny," Rachel bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling. "It's…thicker than usual."

"Och, nae 't ain't! This's how Ah allays talkdjkfdljsalsekfeoicnsk," Fanny, her eyes wide, claps a hand over her mouth.

Rachel leans back, as if to get a good look at her girlfriend. "It's getting worse."

"…Yeah," Hoagie looks at the baggie in his hands. "It's probably this stuff."

Everyone pauses for a moment and looks around, expecting someone else to talk nonsense. When no one else succumbs, Abby takes a gummy from Hoagie and holds it up to the light. "We gotta let 'em know it works…sort of. Which scientists you take this off of, Hoagie?"

"You know. The guys at that one lab."

"Those guys who be sadistic as hell?" Abby asks. "The ones in the sewer?"

Hoagie sighs. "They don't live in the sewer."

"So they moved then? Don't answer that," Abby tosses the gummy back into the baggie. "We are payin' them a visit."

"No, Abby, come on! It'll just wear off."

"You gon' tell this girl to wait?" Everyone looks at Fanny, who crosses her arms.

"…No, but," Hoagie stares for a moment, then, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Augh," Wally puts his hand over his face and Fanny sighs.

"Please don't wander off, Fanny," Hoagie says. "You'll be lost in translation."

"Oh geeze," Abby groans and pulls the bill of her cap down over her face. "Wrap it up, baby. We got places to be."

"Okay, okay," Hoagie bites his lower lip. "One more. Can I interest you in some weed? You'll be Rosetta Stoned."

"Hah!" Rachel snorts. "That one was good."

"Good nothing," Abby says. "You took your free shots and now you gotta introduce us to those fools. They gotta have a fix for this stuff."

"Deal," Hoagie rubs his hands together with glee and takes one step towards the bus, only to have Kuki point the paint gun at him.

"You're not taking this bus," Kuki takes off the respirator so she can talk better.

"What? Kuki, we have to take that bus! It was just repaired."

"But I'm working on the bus!"

"You can work on it later."

"YOU'RE NOT TAKING THE BUS," Kuki's face turns brick red and her eyes begin to glow. A puff of smoke shoots from her mouth, and the hamster throws up gang signs and pounds on its chest with its little paws.

"Okay, okay!" Hoagie holds up his hands and Kuki's complexion returns to normal. "Yeah, no, just go right ahead. You're doing a good job." He turns to Wally and the rest of the girls and shrugs. "Welp. Guess we're not going anywhere. Too bad."

Abby raises her brow. "Ain't you got those other cars?"

"…Yeah, but those aren't ready. They're works in progress."

"You tested one just the other day."

"Still isn't ready."

"Oh you," but whatever Abby is about to say, no one finds out, because Fanny cuts in.

"Beep-boop boop, boop beep beep…" She doesn't have to move her tongue or her lips to pronounce anything, and she still sounds exactly like a dial-up tone.

Wally backs up and looks at Fanny as if she's possessed. "Zero h fuck…"

"Bipbip….beeeeeeeeoooooooooooooouuuuuuuurrrrp…"

Hoagie covers his ears and scrunches his eyes shut. "No. Nope. No."

"Ksssssshshsshshrshshshshshrrshshshshrrshhhrshrhrhrhrshshrhrhshrshhsrhshs…"

"Stop!" Hoagie grinds his teeth. "DIAL-UP IS DEAD!"

"Bipbip-krrrshshrshhrrhshrshrrshrhshrhshrshrssshhh…"

"Okay, fine! Let's go take that freaking car."

"I'm staying here with Kuki," Wally says. "Carry stuff up to her, that kind of shit."

"Oh yeah?" Hoagie winks and Wally's ears turn red. "Okay then."

"Have fun," Abby grins at him and takes Hoagie's arm. "Good luck."

"Huwag kalimutan sa magbalot iyon."

"…I don't know what that means," Wally wrinkles his nose. "But I don't like it."

Abby gives a dark chuckle. "Girl that was evil."

"You understand that?" Rachel asks.

"Understand enough," Abby takes Fanny and Rachel's arms and leads the way through the hangar. "It got Abby past her linguistics tests anyway. Come on, you."

= = = Hamster didn't choose the thug life. Thug life chose the hamster. = = =

The research lab, smelling like vinegar and formaldehyde and stationed in a large, rusty bunker under the city, is run by four scientists, five guinea pigs, and a research assistant, who is running on vitamin shots and energy drinks as she power-walks through the place with papers and folders sliding out from under her arms.

"Gawkers! You're not supposed to be here," the assistant snaps as she drops a stained hand-towel over a mysterious puddle on the floor. She steps on it, so that the towel will better mop up the mess. "What do you want?"

"Ain't labs supposed to be clean?" Abby asks.

"Oh, you're talking about those shiny labs that the officers tour," the assistant rolls her eyes. "Those smug bastards get all the funding and the new toys and they don't know what the hell to do with them. It's like giving a dog a fucking car. V12 engine and dual exhaust and shit. Yeah, no. Labs like ours do the real work."

"Don't you need the new gear?" Rachel asks. "How do you get your own equipment?"

"We steal it from those pussies. Duh," the assistant picks up the damp hand towel and tosses it into a smudged sink. "But seriously, you guys aren't supposed to be here. Especially if you haven't had your booster shots. What do you want?"

"Uh, well," Hoagie holds out the bag of gummies and the assistant gasps and snatches it from him.

"You took this? You thieving fuck, that's TND property! Don't touch that," the assistant says the last part to Rachel, whose fingertip is about to touch the edge of dirty test tubes. The chemical-stained tables wobble under the weight of complex glassware, disjointed parts of Rube Goldberg machines, and jars of pickled organs. Under the dim lighting, one of the stains on the table looks like dried blood. Rachel's eyes widen and she puts her hand in her pocket.

"Congratulations," Abby says. "It works and we need an antidote."

"…Really?" the assistant looks at everyone in turn. "Who? Who is it?"

"C'est moi," Fanny says.

"Oh, oh!" the assistant takes out a medical flashlight and shines it into Fanny's face. "Say, 'ah.'"

Fanny wrinkles her nose and pulls away. "Вы плохо пахнуть."

"Isn't working very well," the assistant frowns. "Eh, still progress. Stick out your tongue. Are there any other symptoms? Take off your shirt."

"Kuso kurae!"

Rachel swats the flashlight away. "Hey. You have the rest of the candy, so test from that. We need the antidote now. Where are the scientists?"

"Still asleep," the assistant checks her watch. "From ingesting special paper. They'll be out until three."

"Then give us the antidote or else," Rachel says. Fanny nods from behind her shoulder.

"Hah!" the assistant points at her face. "You see my eye?"

"Yeah."

"No, you don't!" she reaches up and puts her thumb into her eye, popping it out so she can roll it over her knuckles the same way Rachel would roll a coin. "It's fake. I lost it in an experiment. See my leg?"

"Uh," Abby's the only one who hasn't recoiled away from her. The others cower behind her. "Is that fake too?"

"Nah, it's real," the assistant pulls up her pant leg to reveal a skin tone that doesn't match her hands or face. "But it's someone else's leg. We're just borrowing it for now."

Hoagie turns green and sways on the spot and Fanny mutters something in German.

"Abby heard that, and she completely agrees," Abby takes a deep breath. "Why tell us all this?"

"To prove that you can't threaten me! Anything you can come up with, I've already done in the name of science," the assistant fixes herself and straightens up. "Or probably plan to already. Care to try again?"

"…Can you give us the antidote, please," Rachel asks. The assistant grins.

"Better. Come with me," she leads everyone into a filthy operation room, with a pushcart that's missing two of its wheels and a dentist chair with ripped upholstery and fingernail marks in the armrests. The floor is sticky and two of the overhead lights are broken. The assistant goes to the cabinets and begins rifling through them. She drops tools onto the floor, including a corkscrew, a hand-vacuum, several ballpoint pens, and a tangled slinky. She finally stops and holds up a tin of lozenges.

"Aha!" she opens it up and holds it out to Fanny. "Here. Oh, but you should lie down first."

Everyone looks at the worn dentists chair from the corner of their eyes and Fanny shakes her head.

"Oh, is this about taking things from strangers?" the assistant smiles and holds out her right hand, which they only notice now is missing most of the pinky and the first joint of the ring finger. "Hi, I'm Lovelace, but you can call me Lacy. It's nice to meet you."

Fanny gives a pained smile as she loosely shakes her hand.

"Yes, good," Lacy practically beams at her as she steers Fanny to the chair. "Sit, sit! It's okay, I won't strap you down."

Fanny looks back at Rachel with wide eyes and Rachel grinds her teeth and clenches her hands.

"It'll knock you out," Lacy makes Fanny sit down and gestures for her to lie back. "Flush out your system."

"¿É este o seu sangue na cadeira?"

"It probably is," Abby says, and Fanny's eyes widen.

"Yes, yes, it's different for everyone, but you'll wake up eventually," Lacy holds out the tin. "Well?"

"Wait," Rachel says to Fanny. "You don't have to do that. Don't get me wrong; I'd like you to not sound like a robot anymore, but still."

Fanny opens her mouth and "3" comes out.

"How…how did you even pronounce," Hoagie stares at them with wide eyes. "Never mind. I don't wanna know."

Fanny takes a lozenge with two fingers and eats it, then her eyes roll back and she goes limp.

"Gotcha, bitch," Lacy says. Everyone else recoils.

"That wasn't the antidote?"

"You liar!" Rachel makes a grab at her shirt collar.

"Whoa, whoa," Lacy holds up her hands. "Yeah, that was the antidote! Calm down. What, I can't make jokes?"

= = = And now for something completely different. = = =

When Fanny was younger, her mother once took everyone on vacation to a medieval reenactment village. There was a castle, and a working blacksmiths and everything, but their visit was cut short because little Shaunie fell in a horse patty. (She might have pushed him in. Wasn't the proudest moment of her life, but that's irrelevant.) Now, Fanny finds herself in the Great Hall of a castle and wearing a medieval dress.

She sits at the head table with her father, who wears a tartan that – if Fanny thinks too hard about it – isn't the kind that he should be wearing, and her mother, who wears a coronet on her head. Someone behind her coughs, and somehow, Fanny remembers that there are five of her father's men standing guard just out of her view. There was no way that her people would trust her and her parents with the people they're sitting with.

Across from them sit three Norsemen, and behind them stand two more. The Norsemen are dressed in furs like her father, and they have knives and axes and swords like her father's men, but they also wear iron helmets and leather armor. The Norseman in the middle wears a cloth eye mask over his face under his helmet, and a set of chainmail over his black tunic. Everything he wears is black.

Like how sometimes our brains make up information to feed us while we dream; concoct false memories and backstories and such so that we may not question the bizarre scenarios until after we wake up, Fanny looks at the Norseman dressed in black and remembers that she is looking at her betrothed.

His name is Thor Grimmson, and he has no beard. The other men his age scratch at sparse sideburns and thin mustaches and goatees, but Thor's face is boyishly smooth. Unfortunately, the lower half of his face is the only part of him that's visible, as the rest of him in bundled in chainmail and in that infernal mask.

"You honor me, your majesties," Grimmson says to Fanny's parents in a soft, low voice. Fanny's surprised, because he is speaking in Gaelic. "With your generosity."

"Then we are agreed?" Fanny's mother asks. She looks awfully smug.

"We are agreed," Grimmson says, and then his men haul him to his feet so he can shake hands with Fanny's father. They finalize details of the ceremony and the following feast, and then where they shall live and how many people will serve as their retinue.

Grimmson doesn't look at her. Not once. Not even while she offers her opinion. At least he doesn't contradict her, and agrees with all of her suggestions. But as soon as the Norsemen leave, Fanny excuses herself and walks through the castle. She disguises herself in a cloak before she lets herself out into the village using a side gate.

Before today, the village has been split between her people and the Norsemen. Some of the Vikings have sent for their families, and now the two cultures mingle…through brawls and swordfights.

But to Fanny's disgust, the entire village seems to have gotten past the dislike. The people know about her betrothal with Grimmson, and are already warming up to the idea. Two feuding families are proposing a similar match of their own, and a few Norsemen roam through the market, boasting to anyone who will listen about Grimmson.

Thor Grimmson once slew a pack of wolves that terrorized his village, and wears the black pelt of the alpha as a trophy.

Thor Grimmson was awarded his noble title and his chain mail from a man who wasn't even his father, because Grimmson saved him in battle along with three royal clans.

Chief Thor Grimmson only wears black because he has been marked by the Valkyrie. If he wears cloth of any other color, it turns black within half a day. Even his weapons and chain mail darken in hue from silver to a smoky gray.

Grimmson this, Grimmson that. Blah, blah, blah.

A glint of familiar chain mail catches Fanny's eye and she tugs her hood lower over her face. She begins to follow Grimmson and his retinue and she tails them through the market, the docks, and the stables, only to lose them around the archery range.

"Och," Fanny curses under her breath and puts her hands on her hips, then gasps and steps back when Grimmson appears beside her.

"Her highness is an accomplished sneak," Grimmson chuckles and Fanny blinks. The way he moves and carries himself reminds her of someone, but she cannot remember who.

"Is this what you do for fun?" he asks.

"Don't patronize me," Fanny drops her hood and glares and Grimmson scratches his chin and looks away to hide his grin. "And stop laughing. How can you be happy about this?"

"It's funny."

"Not this, I mean about marrying each other!"

"How can I not be happy?" Grimmson takes a step back. "Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"You don't mean that," Fanny's lip curls. "You haven't looked at me once. And you won't talk to me."

"We're talking now."

"Because you can't avoid me. Face it; you don't want anything to do with me."

"That's not true."

"Prove it!"

"As you wish," Grimmson reaches up and pushes his helmet back, then turns towards Fanny, who freezes. His eyes, his eyes! As soon as Fanny stares into his brown eyes she knows, and she manages to whisper before Grimmson leans down to kiss her:

"Rachel?"

"…Rach…" Fanny mumbles while slumped in the dentist's chair. Rachel leans forward with an expectant look on her face.

"Listen, listen! She's dreaming about me."

Abby, Hoagie, and Lacy stop talking and the silence is filled with a low groan that escapes Fanny's mouth.

"Wait," Hoagie's brows scrunch together. "What? Is she in pain?"

"She shouldn't be, but if she is, it sounds like a sweet kind of pain," Lacy waggles her eyebrows.

"Mmmhmm," Abby grins and winks at Rachel, who turns beet red. "She dreamin' of you alright."

Fanny moans again and Rachel stares.

"Oh shit," Lacy flips open a dog-eared notebook and begins to scribble notes. "Is this a side effect of the antidote? Because, you know…"

"Unf," Abby begins to fan herself with her hat. "Abby'll have what she's having."

"Take one of these and call me in the morning, am I right?" Lacy cackles and Abby nudges her in the ribs. "Haw haw!"

"Ooh, you evil child."

"Rachel," Fanny slurs as she almost rolls out of the dentist's chair, unnerved with a heavy head. Her eyes are unfocused and glassy. "Rach!"

"Here, I'm right here," Rachel catches her and puts her back onto the chair. "Did it work? How do you feel?"

"Like," Fanny feebly grabs at Rachel's arms. "Like… 'm at the bottom…bottom of a pool…"

"Success. Elle parle Anglais," Lacy ends her notes with a flourish. "Don't let her operate heavy machinery for twelve hours at least."

= = = Also, have her drink lots of water and if she yaks, park her in front of a toilet. = = =

The ride back is awfully quiet, save for the hum of the engine. The cabin is so cramped that Fanny must sit in Rachel's lap. Her hands curl around Rachel's shoulders and she sticks her face into her neck and burps.

"Urrrgh."

Abby wrinkles her nose and rubs Fanny's back. "We need to get her home."

"Seriously," Rachel says. "Fanny," she whispers. "We're gonna bring you home. You need to sleep."

"Mmmn."

"Who's got the house this week? Your dad?"

"No, my mum."

Rachel and Abby share a look, then Abby reaches for some climbing gear. Instead of bringing her though the front door, they sneak her in through her bedroom window. Rachel tucks Fanny in bed and puts pillows behind her back so she can sit up, then turns away to pull the bottle of water from Fanny's backpack. When she looks back, she finds the bed empty and glimpses Fanny stagger out into the hallway.

"Fanny!" Rachel hisses, but she has to hide when Fanny calls out.

"Mum!"

"Fff…" Rachel dives into Fanny's closet and listens.

"What is it?" Fanny's mother says. "When did you get back? What in the world happened to you?"

"Just a little sick is all," Fanny says. "I'll make you a deal. I won't be the princess in the Games, but I'll go to the Games and ask someone out from the seventeen and under category."

Rachel fights the urge to yell.

"…Will you really?" Fanny's mother asks.

"Yes," Fanny says. "And he doesn't have to be the best."

"He can't be the worst though. And he has to be from the boys category, not the girls."

"And whoever I choose, you can't disagree with, or be mean to at all. You'll have to live with it until I decide to end it. If I decide to end it."

"Deal!" Fanny's mother begins to cackle as she leaves. As soon as the cackling dies down, Rachel tumbles out of the closet. She scoops Fanny up before she falls and puts her back into bed.

"Fanny! What are you doing?"

"I'm shutting my mum up about our relationship once and for all."

"But you just said you'd pick a guy from…wherever you were talking about!"

"No, I'm going to pick you."

"…Huh?"

"Call Sector V and my brothers. I think it's best if I explain this plan only once."

"I think it's best if you go to sleep," Rachel crosses her arms.

"No, no, no! This has to start today."

"I…arrgh! But you're sick!"

"Fine, I'll take a nap. But we'll meet everyone for dinner. Please, love?" Fanny pouts. "Please?"

"Ugh," Rachel picks up Fanny's cellphone and then looks at the pink walls and the collection of rainbow monkeys. "Are they coming here?"

"No!" Fanny sits straight up in bed. "Ask George for a private room."

Rachel frowns and climbs out the window and onto the roof to make her calls. She settles next to the chimney, lays flat and disappears against the roof. After calling Paddy and Patton, she dials Abby's number and waits for her to pick it up.

"Talk to me."

"Numbuh 5, this is 362. Can you and your team meet me and Fanny at Lime Ricky's in a couple hours?"

"Yeah. Why, what's up?"

Rachel's fingers start tapping out an S.O.S. on a tile roof. "…She won't tell me."

"Oh," Abby says in an I-suddenly-understand way. "Oh."

"What?"

"When are you gonna tell 86 'bout your Frankenstein experiment?"

"What?" Rachel clenches her hand into a fist. "How…?"

"You think Numbuh 5 don't know what's going on with her team?" Abby asks. "She knows you asked Kuki and Hoagie to mess with your conductivity."

"That has nothing to do with this!"

"Ooh, girl. Please." Rachel imagines Abby holding up her hand. "You think Fanny owes you an explanation? And you think you don't owe her one?"

"But…"

"If I may speak," Abby says. "As one Supreme Leader to another. You are no longer 86's boss; you are her girlfriend. Communication is a two-way street between the both of you."

Rachel takes a deep breath. "She'd shut it down before I even finished explaining it…and that sounded a lot less wrong in my mind before I said it."

"It's not Numbuh 5's business, so she won't say anything to 86, but she's still has concerns."

"Duly noted," Rachel says. She's quiet for a few moments.

"You alright?" Abby asks. Her voice is soft.

"Yeah," Rachel's mind seems to swirl in her skull. "I hadn't realized…"

"It's hard to stop being a leader."

"It is. You never really stop either," Rachel moves her shoulder and feels the ICD in her chest. "I'm still gonna do it."

"It's your body, girl."

"But," Rachel's mouth becomes dry. "I don't wanna be another Lovelace, Abby."

"Yeah?"

"After she told us all of those things…I understood it. I totally got why she did those things to herself. I could see myself doing the same things if I had to."

"Which is why you gotta let 86 know what's up," Abby says. "Something to think about, baby."

"Yeah. Thanks, Abby."

= = = … = = =

There are no private rooms at Lime Ricky's. What people call the private rooms are actually the attic and the spaces in the walls that sometimes hold contraband and couch-surfing teenagers. Sector V, Fanny's brothers, and Patton are already on their second round of soda when Rachel half-carries Fanny into the attic.

"Hey!" Patton raises his bottle. "Took you long enough. How you holding up?"

"Bleh," Fanny grimaces as Rachel lowers her into a seat, and she doesn't let go of Rachel's arm as she sits down next to her.

"Hate to be indelicate, baby," Abby says. "But we gotta be on a plane to Siberia in two hours. What's did you need to talk about?"

Fanny takes a shuddering breath. "I want to commission you to help Rachel pass as a boy in the Scottish Games."

= = = … = = =

Notte Bene: I've been AWOL for what? A year? It feels longer than that. Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth. This story isn't abandoned, but it's difficult to fit fanfic between classes, work, and a thesis. Thanks to all you readers for waiting! And if you just discovered this fic, then thanks for giving this story a chance!

I imagine Abby would understand a lot of languages, because she's interested in archaeology, so she should be proficient in all kinds of languages. Not necessarily writing it, but reading, speaking and listening (and only at the level of a three year-old), so that she would be better prepared to work with other people at dig sites and stuff. I think the TND would also have language tests, so that they would know which operatives spoke which and that would help them avoid a Tower of Babel thing. If Fanny's non-English dialogue is wonky, then let me know and I'll try to fix it.

After some tweaking and purification of the antidote, Lacy invented "Wet Jimmies" a dream-inducing candy with the tagline: It'll Rustle You! Thanks to that, she was promoted to actual scientist, instead of just an assistant. The lab was assigned another assistant after that and the poor guy had to find out where Lacy's real leg went.