"How on earth did they do that!" babbled Von Doom as he paced back in forth. "I specifically told you to make the ship blow-up while they were on it!"

"I know sir, but there were some difficulties with the-"

"Just stop..." said Von Doom as he slumped down into his chair. "All I wanted was for them to be destroyed."

"Sir, if I may ask... why?" questioned the trembling assistant.

"Why? Because they are the ones who ruined my career! My sponsors don't like it that I went to space to find a cure, and I came back with superheros. My sponsors are going to leave me and It's all because of those freaks!" growled Von Doom.

Once he cooled down, he made a shooing motion with his hand, telling the assistant to go away. The man scampered out of the room, glad to get away from the maniac.

There was tension at the Baxter Building. The others had gotten back from their meeting and were furious.

"The Fantastic Six? That is insane! First of all, that was our name! Second of all, hello? There's ten of us!" screamed Johnny.

"Yes, but we were just thinking ahead!" insisted Ross. "I mean, we're not going to be with you guys forever, just until you're done with the testing!"

"Yes, but still, that's our name!" yelled Johnny right back.

"WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS YOU'RE NAME AT THE TIME!" shouted Ross.

"THEN CHANGE YOURS!"

They were just about to go all out when Monica pulled Ross back. "Listen, we don't want to cause trouble. We have to stay here until the tests are done."

"No we don't. We were staying here out of common courtesy to help him find a cure. But I can see they don't need our help, so we're outa here," said Ross as he went to go pack his things.

The guys were torn. They wanted to stay and help Dr. Reed, but they also wanted to go home. They didn't think it'd be a wise idea to stay in the same building with four pissed-off people, so they just went with Ross and packed their things.

As they went out the door, Johnny called "Well, fine! Be butt-heads! If Reed finds a cure, we ain't sharing it with you!"

"Sir, I bring you great news!" called Von Dooms assistant as he ran to Victor's office. "They two groups split up! They apparently had a fight and the other's moved out!"

Victor stopped what he was doing and pondered on that notion. "Really now? Well, now that they're apart, they'll be easier to take down, right?"

"Right..." said the assistant, not liking where this was going.

"Ooh hoo hoo, this is going to be fun!" cackled Von Doom as he rubbed his hands together.

The guys were sitting at the beach, thinking about what they did. They were beginning to wonder if it was a wise move to break apart from the others.

"Do you think if we go home, those guards will come back?" asked Joey as he stared into the horizon, eyes squinting.

"I don't know," said Ross as he stared too. "If they knew we were at the apartments, then wouldn't they know we went to the Baxter Building? It was all over the news."

"Yeah," said Rachel. "So why didn't they attack us there?" she asked as she turned towards Ross.

"Maybe because they thought there was too many of us over there," said Phoebe.

"Obviously Von Doom is cooking up something. We're gonna have to find out what though," said Chandler.

There was even more silence as they stared at the ocean, the sea breeze brushing their faces.

"Do you think he's trying to kill us?" asked Phoebe, breaking the silence.

They all stared at her, thinking she was crazy.

"Why?" asked Monica.

"Well... we kinda bothered him on the space flight and maybe if we weren't on board, he wouldn't have miscalculated stuff, and none of this woulda happened..." she said.

They all went back to staring at the sea. Was he trying to kill them? ... Nah.

Over at Monica and Chandler's, they were taking their chances and were sleeping in the apartment. They were all sleeping there, because there's safety in numbers. Monica had pulled out blankets and stuff so they could sleep in the living room, in case someone broke in.

"Here you go," said Monica as she went over to the living room with a tray of hot cocoa.

"Thanks Mon!" they all said as they grabbed a cup. A nice warm cup of cocoa was just what they needed after a long day like that.

"Let's see what's on," said Chandler as he grabbed the remote. The TV flickered on to reveal the news.

"So a complete catastrophe was avoided thanks to these new superheros. They must be really brave to go and face an on fire sinking ship," said the woman.

"Turn the channel," said Joey.

The channel changed to some cooking show that was making spinach puffs.

"Ooh, spinach puffs!" exclaimed Monica as she glued her eyes to the TV. Two seconds later, it changed again, this time to a late-night comedy show.

"Hey!" growled Monica as she nudged Chandler.

"Seriously folks, who ever heard of such a thing?" laughed the comedian. "I mean, superheros? Come on! I mean look at them!" as he said that, a poorly taken picture of Ross with his mouth gaping open popped up. "This guy looks like he should be in drug rehab!"

The audience laughed, and so did the others. Ross didn't find it very amusing.

"And then look at this girl!" A photo of Phoebe popped up, her eyes gleaming red. "Two words- angry hippie."

Cocoa came spurting out of Phoebe's nose. She laughed hysterically at the comment. This caused the others to laugh also. She was taking this pretty well.

Then, a snapshot of Chandler, while he had an electricity forcefeild around him came up. His hair was sticking straight up, like it always does when he does that. "80's rock band." said the comedian.

"What?" asked Chandler as the others laughed. "I like 80's rock!"

"Don't even get me started on this guy!" said the man as a censored picture of Joey popped up.

The audience roared in laughter as Joey sunk into the couch. The others couldn't help but laugh.