Mike was sitting in his cell about four days later. He hadn't been doing anything really. He just sat around all day and waited for food or sleep.

The cell was very different from your usual cells. This one only had a small window with bars, and it was almost like a walk-in closet with a small bed and a sink, and the door was a regular door with a small slot over the top.

Mike was reading a book he had found lying around when the slot slid open.

A pair of eyes peered inside.

It was the doctor who had become friends with Mike and was revealed to be named Dr Solomon.

"Psst! Room service!" he hissed.

"Come on in," said Mike, lying back on the bed and putting the book away.

Dr Solomon entered.

"Hey there, little buddy. How're ya doing? Just thought I'd bring you a sandwich before your hearing. I didn't know how you like it, so I cut off the crust for you," he said, handing Mike the sandwich.

Mike took it unsurely.

"Oh. Thanks," he said.

"Hey, anything for a celebrity."

Mike grimaced.

"This is public?" he asked.

"Oh no, Gizmonic Institute is a top-secret organization owned by the government. I wouldn't worry about publicity," said Solomon reassuringly.

"Good. I can't believe this is happening. Being shot up into space was bad enough. Now I come back to Earth, and I wish I was back up there. At least up there all I had to do was watch a bad movie. Now I'm a private felon!"

"Well, what can you do?" Solomon sighed. "Ooh! Hey! Do you like Jalapeños?"

"Uh…sure," said Mike.

"Okay!"

Dr Solomon got up and walked away, singing a song.

"Jalapeños, jalapeños, getting my friend some jalapeños…," he sang as closed the door behind him.

Mike sighed and ate his sandwich.

An hour later, Mike was seated in a small interrogation room.

The Gizmonic President was sitting before him.

"Mr Nelson," he said, "you have been charged with the crime of stealing and crashing our best ship, the Satellite of Love. How do you plea?"

"Innocent," said Mike.

"Mr Nelson, the ship was seen to be in geosynchronous orbit above Earth for seven years, only for it to disappear for a year, and then return for another two years before its return. We want to know how you survived up there."

"Well, first of all, I wasn't even in space for the full ten years. I was only up there for four and a half," said Mike.

"So who was manning the ship beforehand?"

"The guy who built the robots."

"And he is…?"

"I'd prefer not to name names, sir," Mike stated.

Mike didn't want to mention Joel. He figured Joel didn't need to be involved in this.

"I see," said the President. "Mr Nelson, you're not exactly helping out your case."

"Look, the man who did steal the ship is dead now. There's no point in carrying this on!"

"Ah, so you had an accomplice!"

"No, he was my capturer. Dr Clayton Forrester. He was an employee here. He lived down in Deep 13!"

"That's the sub-basement of Gizmonic Institute. No one has access to it."

"Well, somehow, he got access, along with his assistant, TV's Frank."

"TV's Frank?"

"He's dead too. I'd rather not go into it. He was a nice guy."

The President sighed.

"Mr Nelson, I'm sorry, but so far, all we have are words and strange explanations. We're going to need to see some physical evidence in order for you to prove yourself. Until then, you will stay here," he said.

"What about the Bots?"

"Your robots are still under observation and experimentation."

"Experiments? What kind of experiments?"

Crow and Tom were dangling over a deep pit in a lab.

"Okay, okay!" Crow shouted. "We'll stop mentioning Dr Lyle! Now let us go!"

"Crow, my head's disconnecting," whimpered Tom.

"Oh, don't worry. They'll be just fine. I've made it an order not for them to be destroyed," said the President. "They are property of Gizmonic Institute. You can go back to your cell now."

Mike simply nodded and was escorted back to his room.

Mike sat on his bed.

Dr Solomon was with him.

"Well?" he asked.

"I need physical evidence before I can go. Where the heck am I going to get that?"

"Well, you'd need a witness who could back you up, and perhaps some video evidence," Solomon said. "I don't suppose any video cameras were on the Satellite."

"None. The only camera was Cambot."

Then Mike looked up.

"And maybe…Cambot has the files from all the experiments logged somewhere in his software!" he said.

"Well, go get him and show the President," said Solomon.

"But…but I don't know where he is or how to operate him. I didn't build him. Joel's the only one who knows how because he built him, and he's all the way out in Osseo. I don't know how to get there from here!"

"We're in Montana," said Solomon.

Mike looked at him.

"What?"

"We're in Montana. The only person who lives here is Ted Turner."

Mike looked at him for a long time.

"Wow. Now the question is how do I get out of here and make contact with Joel. This isn't something you can do over the phone."

"What about the robots?"

"Well, I guess they'll have to come along," said Mike. "Can I borrow your cell phone?"

Solomon handed him the phone.

Mike dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?"

"I'm calling Crow. I gave him a cell phone for Christmas last year. This'll be his first call on it."

In the testing room, the Bots were preparing for another test.

As they got their crash helmets on, they heard someone singing.

"…why ya gotta make things so complicated…?" a voice sang.

Everyone looked up.

All eyes turned to Crow.

"Uh, I'll get it," he muttered.

He pulled his phone out of…somewhere.

"Y'ello!" he said.

"Crow, its Mike."

"Mike! Buddy! Where ya been all this time?"

"Sitting in a cell staring at the wall. Is everybody okay?"

"Oh sure, we're fine. As robots, we can be subjected to disembowelment, stabbing, raping, slicing and Adam Sandler and come out of alive."

"That's nice. Listen, where are you?"

"Eh, we're suiting up for our one hundredth experiment in four days. We were thinking of cutting out early to celebrate the high number."

"Crow, listen. We've got to get to Osseo and get Joel and ask him to help us! He could go back through Cambot's files and pull up some form of evidence that we didn't steal the Satellite of Love. Just one of our conversations with Dr F would probably solve everything! You wouldn't have to go through so many tests!"

"Hey, anything to avoid be smashed around some more. There's only so much abuse one can take in five minutes."

"Good. Listen, I need you to elude the guards somehow. I'm going to try and escape. Can you meet me at the front gate in an hour?" Mike asked.

"Oh sure. No problem. We'll be there!"

"Great. See you then."

Mike hung up.

Crow put his phone away.

"Okay, he's the gist," he told the others. "We're bustin' out of this joint, guys."

"Busting out?!" gasped Gypsy. "Goodness, I don't know…"

"Why are we busting out?" asked Tom.

"Mike says Joel could go through Cambot's files and find some sort video of a converse with Dr Forrester. It would prove our innocence. We could do that, right, Cambot?"

Cambot nodded.

"Good! Come on! Let's get out of here!"

"How?" asked Tom.

"We'll start to go through with the test, and then when the door is clear, we make a break for it!"

"What if the door isn't clear?"

"Then there's a small chance we'll be blasted to pieces by an overdramatic guard and get ourselves killed."

"Cool!"

Gypsy shuddered.

Dr Solomon had dressed Mike up in a lab coat and given him a pair of plastic glasses with the fake nose and mustache attached.

They checked the hallways and crept quietly down the hall.

As they walked, the door next to them suddenly opened.

They slammed themselves against the wall quickly.

A woman in a lab coat exited reading from a clipboard. She noticed Mike and Solomon.

Mike froze.

"Doctor," he said at last.

"Doctor," said Solomon.

Mike and Solomon faced each other.

"Doctor," said Mike, nodding.

"Doctor," said Solomon, doing the same.

The woman simply walked on down the hall.

"That's right. We're doctors," said Mike.

"Doctors in the hallway," said Solomon.

She disappeared around the corner.

They both nearly collapsed.

"Huh boy, that was close," sighed Mike.

Solomon led him in the opposite direction.

Crow, Tom, Gypsy and Cambot were positioned before a giant cliff.

"Now you're going to jump off the ledge, and we'll see if you survive," said the official.

Crow stared at him.

"What the hell do you think we are? Lemmings?" he demanded.

"Just do it, Mr Robot," sighed the official.

"Yeah, Crow, it won't be that bad," said Tom.

"Yeah, it's okay for you because you can hover your way down," Crow snapped. "It's time to put the plan into action anyway."

"What plan?" asked the official, approaching him.

"This plan! Get him, Gyps!" ordered Crow.

Gypsy swung around and knocked the official to the ground, knocking him unconscious.

"Run!" shouted Tom.

The four Bots ran for the door.

Gypsy rammed it down, and they tore down the hallway.

Alarms started blaring.

Security guards burst from the rooms started zooming after them.

Crow, Tom, Gypsy and Cambot climbed up and down flights of stairs.

They then started making their way through another hallway.

The guards found them and chased after them.

As they ran, they passed a water fountain.

Crow jumped on top of it as he passed, causing it to fall and spray water everywhere, also causing the guards to slip and fall and pile up.

As they ran down another hall, Tom and Cambot flew up towards a support beam and knocked it loose.

As Crow and Gypsy ran under it, the beam suddenly swung down and knocked through the guards like bowling pins.

Then the Bots ran through a room marked the INVENTING ROOM.

Various machines were swinging out around them and sparks flew everywhere.

The Bots had to maneuver carefully around the swinging pendulums and blasting lasers.

Just then, a guard appeared before them.

"Stop right there!" he shouted.

"Doing a shabby job there, constable!" said Crow. He reached up and smacked the guard with his metal claw.

"Ow!" the guard wailed.

"Quick!" said Crow. "After me!"

Crow tore off down an aisle of inventions with Tom, Gypsy and Cambot right behind him.

The guard recovered and gave chase.

Crow and Tom riffed at him the entire way.

"Cut us off at the pass, boys!" mocked Tom.

"All units in hot pursuit of four robots," said Crow.

Then suddenly, the Bots were all in eight places at once.

The guard was surrounded by mirrors. Seven were only reflections.

No one said a word.

The guard pulled out a flashlight and shined it on ahead.

The light reflected off the mirrors until he turned it towards the bots. It didn't reflect the same way.

"Well, now you're just cheating," complained Gypsy.

They all turned and ran.

Next they ran through a holographic image of New York.

Tom sang as they ran through.

"Autumn in fake New York…!" he hummed.

They passed through that, and then they all dove into an elevator.

When they emerged at the top, they ran across a bridge to the other side.

"Don't follow us!" called Crow.

The guard ran after them.

As they ran, Tom loosened a trap door in the middle of the bridge, causing the guard to fall through it.

"YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!" he screamed.

He plummeted into a pool of whipped cream that was part of an invention.

"Hmmm, a plot device," commented Crow, who had seen it.

"Quick, there's a way out over here!" yelled Gypsy.

They pushed the door open and ran around the building shaped like a G towards the front.

When they got there, they saw Mike opening the front door.

"Hey, way to go guys. Did you shake them?"

"More like we whipped them," said Tom.

Solomon appeared, holding a set of keys.

"You can use the utility van to get out of here. It's the only way," he said.

"Why don't we take an airplane?" asked Gypsy.

"Because then it wouldn't be a road movie!" said Crow.

"I call shotgun!" said Tom.

They all piled into the nearby van.

Mike turned to the Solomon.

"Good luck, man. Don't get killed," he said.

"You've been a big help," said Mike, giving his disguise back. "I owe you one."

Mike climbed into the driver's seat.

"Mike, can I drive?" asked Crow.

Mike just shoved Crow into the back with Gypsy and Cambot.

They drove out of Gizmonic Institute.