"Behold!" doctor Ivo Robotnik the Fox, former human, genius inventor and sometimes evil mastermind (as and when the mood took him), stood back and spread yellow arms in presentation before his favourite minions. "My new invention!"

Orbot and Cubot appeared nonplussed as they inspected the device, a boxy machine on a tripod, an elongated, ringed barrel pointing from one end, tipped with a spherical emitter.

"Uh..." Orbot clasped his fingers, looking for something positive to say about the otherwise unremarkable device, "That's a... very nice laser, sir."

"Yeah, boss..." Cubot added, boxy cranium cocking quizzically, "But don't you have like a hundred of those lying around?"

Ivo slumped. "It's not a laser!" The yellow fox sighed, put out by the unenthusiastic response.

"Oh, uh..." Orbot said instead, "That's a very nice... ray gun?"

"Blaster?" put in Cubot.

"Disintegrator?"

Particle Disruptor?"

"Agh!" Robotnik smacked a palm into his face, "Why does everyone assume all I can build is weapons?! Just because I'm an evil genius who tries to enslave-slash-destroy the village every once in a while!"

"Usually once a week, sir."

"Yeah, weekly programming schedule and all?"

"SILENCE!" The fox clenched his fists, before taking a deep breath in an attempt to manage his temper. He set one hand behind his back and patted the device with the other, tri-pronged claws on the ends of his tails snapping as the limbs waved. "This device..." he grinned, "Will revolutionise the hospital industry! I got the idea after that whole incident with young Sparky last week! And, uh, some Tomatopotamus comic books I may or may not have read... it is the ULTIMATE in prosthetics tech you could ever DREAM of! I call it... the ROBOTICIZATION RAY!"

"Oh, that sounds quite remarkable, sir!" said Orbot, prompting his counterpart with a nudge.

"Oh yeah..." Cubot added lazily, "I, uh... think?"

Robotnik rolled his eyes and groaned. "Look, you nincompoops! This machine..." the doctor continued, "is capable of completely converting organic material into artificial! Say a person is involved in a terrible motobug accident, with terrible injuries and a slim chance of survival? They can be completely cured by simply altering the affected tissue into machine! VOILA! Instant cure!"

"That..." If Orbot could suck in air through his teeth he would have, as he deconstructed the doctor's logic. "Sounds interesting, sir..." He said, searching for anything constructive he could add that wouldn't send the doctor into a tantrum, "But wouldn't your efforts be better spent finding ways of simply healing the damaged tissue instead?"

"Uh, robots are kinda my thing?" Robotnik said sarcastically, "It's in my name? Besides, I had to find some use for this thing! I was originally going to use it to turn people into unwilling robotic slaves with no personality or individual thought, but giving somebody a robot leg and charging them extortionate prices works out too! And with no need for that barbaric amputation business! I amaze myself sometimes..."

"Of course, sir..." Orbot sighed, while Cubot snoozed beside him.

"Now!" Ivo lowered his safety goggles and adjusted his gloves, grinning like a fluffy mad scientist, "Time for a small experiment!" The doctor briefly attempted to hover over to a nearby workbench with his tails, fell flat on his face, and grumbled as he climbed back to his feet. He cleared his throat and gestured to the workbench, upon which sat a small cup with a white egg inside.

"Observe!" the doctor said, "I am going... to roboticize this egg!"

"So..." mused Orbot, "You're going to create a robot egg."

"I sure hope a robot chicken doesn't hatch out of it!" replied Cubot.

"Shut up!" the doctor scrambled back to his position behind the Roboticizer and gestured for the two mechanoids to move out of the way. "And I'd stay clear if I were you! This WON'T react well to already artificial material!" He hunched behind the controls like he were manning a machinegun nest, and sighted the barrel at the egg. "Anywho... FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

He pulled the trigger, releasing a bright white beam of energy that utterly encapsulated the egg. The device whined, there was a fwash, and then all fell silent. The doctor hopped from his position and scurried over to the target, grinning as he retrieved a now utterly metallic, gleaming steel egg.

"Success!" The fox beamed, raising his goggles.

"Wow, you sure... turned that egg into a robot, I suppose..." Orbot replied uncertainly.

"Maybe you could supersize it and create some kind of egg-shaped battle station?" Cubot suggested.

"What, like a Death Egg?" Ivo scoffed as he tossed the egg over his shoulder. "That would never work... anyway! Time to test this baby out on some larger targets!"

Orbot and Cubot groaned as they dutifully followed their creator, wondering just how this caper was going to end.

"Ha!" the doctor grinned as he raised his goggles and headed over to inspect a newly roboticized tree, steel leaves shimmering and mechanical branches whirring as they moved. He beamed back at his subordinates. "That makes yet another successful experiment! Mark that down, boys!"

"Yes sir!" Orbot turned to his companion as they hovered beside the hissing Roboticizer, the doctor continuing to inspect his work. "You know, Cubot, this is actually rather fulfilling, isn't it? Assisting the doctor with his experiments, just as we were originally designed to do?"

"Wait, that's what we were built for?" Cubot flinched as a high-pitched bleeping noise began emitting from the device, "I thought we were kinda just here to be kicked around!"

"That does appear to be our lot in life..." Orbot agreed. "AH! What IS that noise?!"

"I dunno, but it's making me wanna remove my own audio processors!"

"AGH!" Robotnik grimaced and hunched, grabbing his ears as the bleeping continued, "What's going ON over there?! You two imbeciles better not have broken anything!"

"We don't know sir, it won't stop!" Orbot replied, hopping up behind the controls, "Something must be going wrong!"

"It's okay boss, we'll sort this out!" Cubot raised a thumbs-up to his creator as the two mechanoids inspected the controls. "We're being helpful!"

"WAIT!" Robotnik, still in his unfortunate location in the sights of the machine, raised his hands and panicked as he understood his predicament, "DON'T TOUCH ANYTH-"

FWASH. Thump.

All was silent as the Roboticizer finally gave up and died, its innards ticking and hissing as it overheated and melted down.

Orbot and Cubot remained comically still as it dawned on them what they had done.

"Oh dear..." Orbot frantically fumbled with the innards of the Roboticization Ray, utterly unsure what he was looking at, "Oh dear... we are in so much trouble..."

"Stop whining and just fix it before Mombot gets back!" Cubot cried, peering over his companion's shoulder into the exposed guts of the machine.

"I'm trying!" Protested Orbot, "These systems don't make any sense!"

"Hey, boss!" Cubot called back behind them, "If you remember how to fix this, say something!"

He was met with silence, the doctor incapable of responding with any pertinent information at this time. "Uh..." Cubot wrung his hands, "If this was an accident, and nothing to do with Orbot and Cubot, don't say anything!" Again, silence. "Well, glad that's been cleared up!"

"What are we going to do?! Mombot's going to dismantle us!" Orbot hovered back to inspect his creator and set his hands on steel shoulders. "Doctor, please wake up! We need your help!"

The red and silver mechanoid was met with nothing but a blank visor.

"Look, just relax!" Cubot hovered over and snapped his fingers before the visor, receiving no response. "We still have time! We can get the boss and his invention over to Tails, and he'll be able to fix this before-"

"Ivo! Boys!" Mombot's cheery voice echoed from the entrance hall, "We're ho-ome!"

"And there it is..." Cubot slumped.

"Sparky dear, be careful now!" Mombot called after the newest member of the Robotnik family, as the pink-clad mechanical fox excitedly and clumsily fell through the door to the lair's living space.

"I WANNA SHOW DOCTOR EGGS MY NEW OUTFIT!" Sparky Robotnik, still unaccustomed to her new body, turned and almost smacked Metal Sonic Mark Two in the face with her bags.

"HEY, WATCH IT!" The mechanoid hedgehog, effectively Sparky's older 'brother', whined at the near miss, "WHY'D I EVEN HAVE TO GO ON THIS STUPID TRIP ANYWAY?"

Morpho, the shapeshifting robot from another dimension, chuckled at the eternally sulky Metal Mark Two's attitude. "Woah there, Ro-bo-bro-tay-to!" The interdimensional shapeshifter teased, "Settle your circuits, cy-bro-ski!"

"Now Metal, be nice to your sister!" Mombot scolded, "I don't want to see my children fighting!"

"SHE NEARLY HIT ME."

"METAL IS A GRUMPY-GEAR!"

"Lol, Metal is totes simping for his girlfriend right now!"

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND."

"OOH! METAL HAS A GIRL-FRIEND, METAL HAS A GIRL-FRIEND, METAL HAS A-"

"Okay, time-OUT!" Mombot increased her height via use of her telescopic legs and raised a stern, wagging finger as the other mechanoids slumped beneath her maternal authority. "No more bickering! You are a family, and I expect you to behave like one! Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh! Mombot!" Everybody's attention was drawn suddenly as Orbot, rubbing his hands together, hovered into the room. "You're all, uh... back so soon!"

"ORBY!" Orbot released a startled bleep as Sparky lunged forward and wrapped him in a carapace-crushing hug, spinning around on her rotating torso. "WHERE'S DOCTOR EGGS I WANNA SHOW HIM MY NEW OUTFITS MOMBOT BOUGHT ME-"

"Uh.. Sparky?!" Orbot whimpered, "Run Intelligence Program Alpha!"

The fussing stopped, and the recently mechanized twin-tailed fox set the robot down and set her hands behind her back. "Apologies, Orbot." a far calmer synthesized voice emanated from Sparky's vocal units, "It seems I became rather excitable!"

"CHAOS, YOU'RE ANNOYING..." grumbled Metal.

"Nyuh-huh, at least she can't only speak in all Caps!" Morpho replied.

Metal made a sound like a raspberry and Morpho stuck his tongue out at the robotic hedgehog.

"Oh, well Ivo was so excited to show off his new invention!" Mombot said in answer to Orbot's original greeting, "So we finished up our shopping and hurried back! Where is he by the way?"

"Well, Mombot," Orbot rubbed his hands together again and stumbled for a suitable explanation, "You see.. the doctor isn't feeling so well at the moment, and-"

Orbot flinched and there was a pause as a blast came from the workshop, along with Cubot's panicked shrieking.

"You see, I... think he just sneezed!" Orbot said lightly, "He's... very sick! Very unwell!"

"He's awake!" Cubot hovered clumsily into the room, the door closing with a hiss behind him, "And he just blew a hole in the Eggmobile!" Cubot hesitated as his optics landed on the rest of the family. "Oh, uh... and by 'he' I mean... there's nothing to worry about! Everything is fine!"

"Everything is fine!" agreed Orbot. "Nothing has gone wr-"

Both lackeys screeched and dived for the floor as another blast rang out and a hole was burned in the middle of the door, through which emerged a gleaming gold mobianoid machine, an arm cannon raised and steaming, blue eyes glowing fiercely from a black visor as they flickered over the roomful of robots.

"Scanning..." a monotone voice resounded from the faceless mask, "Friendly units identified. Please input directives."

The Robotniks observed in fascination as the brand new, utterly converted form of the doctor stood idly in the middle of the living room, waiting for instruction.

"Ivo?" Mombot said lightly, her vocal units lowering into a cautious whisper, "Is that you?"

The golden head cocked. "Processing. Designation accepted. New designation I-VO. Unit awaiting directives.

"Well, what happened to fox-brain?" Morpho said, the shapeshifter setting his fists on his hips and frowning.

"Oh, Mombot!" Orbot wailed, he and his boxy counterpart grovelling at the maternal mechanoid's feet, "It's not our fault!"

"It was an accident!" Cubot added, begging for mercy, "We swear!"

"Please don't deactivate us!"

"Ivo?" Mombot repeated, seemingly ignoring the two lackeys, "Did you do this... to be more like your family?"

Orbot and Cubot glanced at one another, grovelling programs put on hold.

"Oh... yes!"

"Totally!"

"He just... wanted it to be a surprise!"

"Oh, Ivo!" Mombot reached out and grabbed her now mechanical 'son' in a hug, the golden mechanoid remaining limp and unresponsive. "This is SUCH a surprise! I never knew you wanted to be JUST like your old Mombot!"

"Awaiting directives." came the monotone reply as Ivo... or, rather, I-VO, was planted back on his metal feet.

Metal Sonic Mark Two leaned closer, suspiciously reaching out and tapping his creator's forehead with a steel knuckle. "HUH," The mechanoid said, "SEEMS PRETTY BRAINLESS."

"DOCTOR EGGS IS JUST LIKE ME NOW!" Sparky cried excitedly, inspecting the new machine beside her blue 'brother'.

"LIKE I SAID. BRAINLESS."

"Yes, he seems a little..." Orbot searching for the words, "Non-communicative, since the conversion..."

"Yeah!" added Cubot, "He don't talk much neither!"

"Nyu-huh!" Morpho chuckled, "Sounds like an improvement to me!"

"Hmm... of course!" Mombot said, a finger pointing into the air, "His personality routines haven't developed yet! He must have reset himself!"

"Hmm, that sort of makes sense I suppose..." replied Orbot.

"You'd think we'd know these things, being as we're robots too!" Cubot added.

"AWW!" Sparky squealed, eyes flickering into blue love-hearts, "HE'S A BABY!"

"And as his family," Mombot said, proudly setting a hand on the shoulder of her new robot son, "It's our responsibility to help him grow into a fine young robot! Isn't that right, Ivo?"

"Unit I-VO awaiting directives."

"Ooh, that's right! Uwnit Iwvo awaiting diwectiwves! "

"Orbot..." Cubot said quietly, moving close to his comrade, "What the heck have we done?"

"I don't know Cubot..." replied the red and silver machine, "But we have to find Tails and get him to fix this quick! If the doctor regains his memories... who knows what he'll do to us in this state?"

"He shoots..." A red and white sneaker impacted a black and white ball, punting the thing from the dirt ground of the makeshift soccer pitch.

"I got it! I GOT IT!" Knuckles, playing goalie, dived to intercept... and promptly face-planted the goalpost with a terrific clang.

"AND HE SCOOOOOOOORES!" Sonic slid to his knees, raising his hands in victory as the ball impacted the back of the net.

"Ugh..." the echidna muttered, dazed and confused as the ball rolled by his head, "I'm sorry officer I didn't even paint that canoe..."

"I guess you guys just can't compete!" Sonic said, cocky attitude on full display as he spread his arms before his scowling friends, "What d'ya say? Anybody up for another round with the blue?"

"No fair!" grumbled Sticks, jabbing an angry finger at the smug blue hedgehog, "You keep using your super speed, Sonic!"

"Literally nobody can keep up with you!" Amy agreed, folding her arms and pouting.

"Hey, I was goin' easy on ya that time!" The hedgehog replied, retrieving the ball from the pitch and tossing it to his female counterpart. "You're all too jealous because you're too slow! "

"Why do I feel like we've had this exact conversation before?" Knuckles said, frowning as he clasped his hand to his head.

"That's just the concussion Knux," replied Tails, "Don't worry about it, it's just a little brain damage."

"Oh! Okay!"

"Too slow, huh?!" Growled an angry Stick, grabbing the ball from Amy, "Well dodge THIS!"

Sonic grinned as the angry badger launched the soccer ball directly at him, and he expertly punted it in a flash of blue. The ball shot through across the pitch like an inflatable cannon ball... only to be caught and stopped in its flight by an outstretched steel hand.

The whole team frowned as they considered the new arrival, golden carapace gleaming in the sun, two blue lights representing eyes curiously regarding the ball from a down-swept visor.

The owner looked up, neck motors whirring. "Please explain the function."

Sonic and Tails exchanged a briefly confused glance while Sticks growled, Knuckles and Amy coming to stand alongside them. Tails leaned his head forward and squinted. "Sparky?

The lone mechanoid cocked its head. "Negative. Unit designation: I-VO."

"Eye-Voh?" Amy repeated curiously, glanced incredulously at her friends.

"Wait a minute..." Tails said thoughtfully, "Is that-"

The yellow kitsune was cut off by the sound of roaring engines, and the team checked the sky to find a trio of other robots boosting through the air toward them, before slamming into the dirt pitch.

"DOCTOR EGGS! WE FOUND YOU!" The first new arrival, very similar in construction to the strange mechanoid though more feminine in build and clad in a red dress and boots, approached cheerfully. "OH, HI MISTER TAILS!"

Team Sonic watched curiously as Sparky moved toward the new robot, along with what was clearly Metal Sonic Mark Two and an unfamiliar droid of a matching style.

"Uh... Sparky?" Tails said cautiously to the female mech, who had once been an organic clone of himself, "What's... going on?"

"Oh my Gods..." Amy said, the penny suddenly dropping as she regarded the brand new robot, "Is that... Robotnik?!"

"AGH!" Sticks shrieked, "Why are so many foxes turning into ROBOTS these days?!"

"I guess it's a trend right now, just go with it..." replied Sonic.

"What happened to him this time..." sighed Tails, already done with whatever shenanigans the doctor had gotten himself into now.

"DOCTOR EGGS WANTED TO BE A ROBOT LIKE ME!" Sparky replied, synthesized voice chattering happily, "SO HE TURNED HIMSELF INTO ONE!"

"Now we're totally ro-bros!" the unfamiliar light blue duplicate of Metal Sonic chipped in, the team only now noticing the ridiculous blond moustache and the sunglasses bolted to the visor. "It's kinda wicked!"

"Oh, hi Morpho!" Amy gave the shapeshifter a small wave.

"Sup!"

Sonic waved his hand in front of Robotnik's visor. "Hmm. Pretty brainless, huh?"

"THAT'S WHAT I SAID." Metal Sonic Mark Two added, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with Sticks.

Sparky seemed to shudder, before her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes glowed a little brighter. "The doctor's personality appears to have been reset, and it is our duty as his family to assist him in forming new behaviour subroutines!"

"Are you absolutely sure this was intentional?" Tails inspected the blank visage of his now mechanical double, inspecting the golden armoured form. "As much as I don't like the guy I don't recall him ever wanting to actually become a mindless machine..." The fox's ears perked and he shrank back as he suddenly registered offended glares from the family of mechanoids. "Uh... no offense!"

"OMG I JUST HAD A SUPER COOL IDEA!" Everybody covered their ears or audio receptors as Sparky's synthesized voice squealed at a painfully high pitch and the red-clad fox mech did a backflip with her anti-grav boosters, "THIS GAME LOOKS FUN! CAN WE PLAY?!"

"Huh," Sonic huffed, a cocky grin working its way onto his face, "You sure you wanna go toe-to-toe with Team Sonic?

"WE COULD DISSASEMBLE YOU IN NO TIME, INFERIOR!" Metal Sonic Mark Two lowered his visor and raised a fist at the challenge.

"Oh, bring it on, faker!"

"Yeah, not to be 'that guy'..." Morpho put in, "But you guys have five players! There's just four of us!"

"I wouldn't worry about that," Sticks replied as she led a highly disoriented Knuckles to the side of the pitch, "I don't think Knux is gonna be with us for a while!"

"I'm sorry mama I didn't mean to miss the sandwich!" the echidna flopped onto his back, out like a light.

"So that's four on four!" Sonic grinned mischievously, gesturing at the utterly inert Robotnik. "Think your braindead boss can handle it?"

Metal Sonic grabbed the soccer ball from his creator, who remained still. "GIVE US FIVE MINUTES, HEDGEHOG."

"This is gonna be a cakewalk!" Sonic said happily, as the Robotniks attempted to explain the rules of soccer to their blank creator. "How d'you think he managed to screw up this time?"

"I don't know, Sonic..." Amy said, "But I'm kinda worried... he doesn't seem to have any personality at all!"

"And 'dat's supposed to be a bad thing?" muttered Sticks, bringing a snicker from Tails.

"Yes, guys!" Amy replied indignantly, "This is clearly the result of some accident! However he did it he might have... erased himself! Can you imagine it, Sonic?" She lightly clutched Sonic's arm. "A mind, blank... clear of thought?"

"Yeah, let's leave the Star Trek crap until after we've kicked eggy's butt?"

"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" cried an exuberant Knuckles from the sidelines.

"Huh, I didn't know Knux was refereeing?" Sticks said, puzzled.

"Neither does he," replied Tails, "He thinks he's opening the Olympics..."

"SIR MARIO, COULD I PLEASE GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" The still baffled echidna blathered.

Nevertheless, both teams were eventually lined up, and the match was underway.

Naturally, Sonic was the first to get the ball. "Ha! You can't beat me, faker!" Sonic taunted Metal, before the moody mech tackled and took possession from his organic nemesis.

"INFERIOR," The mechanoid grumbled, boosting across the pitch toward the goal... only to screech to a halt before a familiar brown badger. "OH, STICKS..." the robot fumbled, forgetting his primary objective, "FANCY MEETING YOU HERE..."

"Huh?!" An oblivious badger simply frowned, utterly unsure how to proceed, "What 'da heck're ya doin', Mets?"

"YOINK!" A yellow streak flashed between the pair, Tails taking possession of the ball from Metal. "Superior technology my a-AGH!"

"HI MISTER TAILS!" Sparky appeared alongside him, matching his pace. "I CALCULATE A NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT CHANCE OF ME PREVENTING YOU FROM REACHING THE GOAL BEFORE- HEY!"

"Only if I let ya keep yapping!" Tails reversed and swiftly punted the ball to Sonic. "Sonic! It's all you!"

Sonic yelled in triumph as he intercepted the ball and turned to face the goal. He grinned, time slowing down, as he realised Robotnik hadn't moved a proverbial muscle the entire match so far.

Sonic was vaguely aware of the his teammates cheering him on, while Morpho was hot on his tail, calling to his stationary brother.

"Come on, dude!" Morpho, his shapeshifting abilities giving him speed almost like that of Sonic, "Do something, bro!"

The golden mechanoid, quietly observing the match, understood its directives. "Understood. Hostile target acquired."

With that, faster than Sonic had been prepared for, the machine that had become of Robotnik thrust forward to intercept, and inserted its left fist into the hedgehog's abdomen. Sonic sputtered, wheezing as the wind was driven from his body and he was tossed back up the pitch with the force of the blow, scraping to a halt in the dirt.

"What the HECK, egg-for brains?!" Sonic coughed, clutching his torso as Tails tended to him on the sidelines, "This was a FRIENDLY match!"

"HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND!" Sparky replied, upset that anybody had gotten hurt.

"PRETTY FUNNY THOUGH," Metal Sonic Mark Two shrugged, earning a glower from Sticks.

"'Dat's not what I saw!" she growled, looking over the robots with distaste. "I just saw one a' my friends get clobbered into next week by 'dat bucket-head!" Sticks didn't seem to notice Metal Sonic as the blue mech slumped dejectedly.

"Guys, calm down!" Amy said, stepping in to attempt mediate the argument, "There's clearly something very wrong with the doctor's mind!"

"Hey, I've been saying that for ages!" chuckled Morpho from nearby, gaining a vicious look from Amy.

"I agree with Amy..." Tails said, everyone looking to the small fox with disbelief that he would stand up for the doctor. Tails approached the mechanised mobian with curiosity in his eyes, inspecting the robot closely. "There's something not right... whatever he's done, we need to figure out a way to bring him back before anyone else gets hurt..."

"Yeah, well!" the badger snarled, grabbing the ball from the ground and glaring at the roboticized doctor. "You guys either fix him or keep him the heck away from our friends!"

The badger threw the ball at the unmoving form of I-VO, the mechanoid's blue eyes locking onto the ball as his targeting systems booted up. There was a blast of energy as his arm cannon swiftly sighted the ball, and reduced it to vapor with a FWASH.

"Target eliminated. Unit I-VO standing by for directives."

The silence that followed was broken by Morpho first. "You guys, I think he might need reworking!"

"I think you need to get him the HECK OUTTA HERE!" Sticks screeched.

"OH, COME ON DOCTOR EGGS!" Sparky said helpfully, beginning to guide the bot away by the hand. "LET'S GO HOME TO MOMBOT!"

"Yeah, 'dat's right! Get 'dat crazy bucket a' bolts away from my friends!" Sticks called after the Robotniks.

"Give it a rest Sticks, my head's pounding!" Sonic said as he climbed to his feet.

"And the gold medal goes to the contestant from Mushroom Kingdom!" Knuckles cried loudly.

"Wait..." Tails said, too late as the mechanoids blasted away on anti-grav drives, their creator clutched between them like a statue. He wasn't sure but he could have sworn Robotnik's eyes had flickered and he had offered the fox a simple request.

"Miles... help me..."

None of the Robotniks nor Team Sonic noticed as, from the nearby trees, a conniving figure lay prone, spying through a pair of evil binoculars, evil uniform covered with twigs and branches to cover its red dye. The figure released an evil litle cackle as they rose from their evil spot where they evilly constructed evil plans in their head.

"So..." Berlinda, of Team Charlinda, supervillain power couple who had laid low for weeks, snickered under her breath as she watched the departing Robotniks. "Egg-head got himself turned into a mindless battle robot, eh?"