Mike scared Dr. Crygor by popping out of a door, "Prevail the closet. It will eat you alive!"

In response, Dr. Crygor tried to slap Mike, but hurt his hand when it smacked Mike's face, he warned the robot, "You do that again and I'm disassembling you!"

Penny asked her grandpa, "What did Mike mean about your closet?"

"Mike just thinks I save too much stuff. He says I'm a packrat."

He opened the closet doors, revealing a huge pile of junk that spilled out of the closet on all over their feet, making Penny gasp. Dr. Crygor explained while opening boxes, "You'd be amazed at how much stuff I have. Here's a box of old parking violation tickets, mismatched socks, broken light bulbs and obsolete computers."

Then, Penny sounded scared when she opened another box, "Oh my god! What are these?!"

"Snail shells. When a snail dies and the shell remains, I keep them."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just do."

Rummaging through more stuff, Dr. Crygor opened yet another box and said, "Um. I forget what's in this...Oh, ticket stuff! Here's one from Disney on Ice when you were five."

Then, more stuff came raining down on Dr. Crygor, he screamed as he was partiall buried, Penny pulled him out of the pile of fallen items, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, happens all the time. Hey, an hourglass! I've always been fascinated by how sand drips from the top to the bottom."

While looking at the hourglass, Penny and Mike awkwardly let themselves out of his lab just before another box fell onto Dr. Crygor's head.


Meanwhile, Penny was back in her lab, nervously contemplating the potential consequences of her granddad's hoarding, "He saves everything. Grandpa spent the whole time going through boxes. The lab is full of health violations, his lab could be condemned, he would have to move out."

Mike told her, "We have to do something."

"What can we do?"

"Make him throw away his junk."


Back at Dr. Crygor's lab, Penny and Mike were trying to throw away some stuff, but the old man wouldn't allow, "No! It's my stuff! You can't make me throw it away!"

Penny tried reasoning with him, "You have to get rid of all that junk!"

"Well, it's not junk to me. Everything inside this closet has deep personal meaning to me."

Mike moved him out of the way, saying, "Oh, is that so?"

Entering the closet, Mike held up a broken clock, "How about this clock that doesn't work anymore?"

"It's the first one I ever bought."

"The minute hand is gone."

"Well, I really like its design. It could be part of a time capsule some day."

Penny went into the closet and held up a plastic two liter bottle of cola, "What about this old cola bottle? Is this part of a time capsule too?"

Finally, Dr. Crygor said hesitantly, "Okay.. I guess I could get rid of one or two things."

She smiled and said, "That's better. We should put everything into piles first. One can be a 'keep' pile and the other can be a 'get rid of' pile. I'll even help you start."

However, when Penny pulled on the bottle that her grandpa is still holding, he would not let go, she said, "Grandpa, you need to let go."

Dr. Crygor sighed and tossed the bottle onto the ground. Mike said, "There, that's the 'get rid of' pile."

A few hours passed and the two piles got larger, Dr. Crygor and Mike started fighting over an umbrella, Mike eventually got it and threw it into a pile. When Dr. Crygor pointing at the inside of the closet, he said, "The closet! I completely forgot what it looked like inside."

Mike told him, "You can stare at the closet later. We've got to get to the collection center before it closes."

"I'll take it, you both have done enough."

Penny asked, "How will you manage all that by yourself?"

"Just help me load it into the wagons outside."

They all leaned down to pick up a box. Dr. Crygor said, "You know, I actually feel better to having less stuff. Thanks, Penny."

She grinned, "No problem, thank Mike too."

All of them walked towards the door, carrying boxes. Minutes later, they all walked to where people accepted donations, pulling two wagons full of stuff. While Mike and Penny headed home, Dr. Crygor was mesmerized by a nearby gift shop, he stopped inside and said, "Ooh, wonder if there's anything good."

He was about to walk in, but told himself, "No, I must resist!"

Sadly, he did not, he looked at lots of knick knacks, like lava lamps and whoopee cushions. Soon, Dr. Crygor was pulling two once-again-full wagons back to his lab, trying to stuff his stuff in the closet without anyone knowing.

Later, Penny went to check on her grandfather and heard boxes falling from outside, she gasped and opened the door. Dr. Crygor said, "I'm fine, happens all the time."

Mike facepalmed, "He never threw anything out."

"I did, but then I got a few things at the gift shop."

The crackpot inventor got off of his stuff and started rummaging again. Disappointed, Penny groaned, "I can't imagine what it's going to be like in a year from now."

Equally disappointed, but not surprised, Mike said, "I can. The closet might burst and the stuff could explode the lab, leaving us homeless. Maybe rats, mice and other pests will invade our home and never leave, make us sick and eventually kill us. If the rodents don't drive you out, the health department will."

Those details made Dr. Crygor realize, "Who am I kidding? You two are right, I can't go on like this."

He looked at his hoard and said, "Okay stuff, prepare to get organized!"


Minutes later, Dr. Crygor, Penny and Mike set a garage sale to get rid all of his newly purchased crap. Everything was neatly laid out on the ground and Dr. Crygor told everyone who came, "I would like to let everyone know that everything here is free. I have one request, though. Don't hold on to anything you take for too long, give it to someone else when you're done. We all just share it! Thanks."

Everyone cheered and rapidly took whatever they wanted. Penny was happy for her old man, "Now that's what I call recycling!"

She smiled at the empty closet and said, "An empty closet. That's just what I wanted to see at this time."