The train stopped in a train station, and when no one was looking, Mike and the Bots quickly ran away.
Next, Mike went to the gas station to find out where they were.
Crow, Tom, Gypsy and Cambot waited outside.
As they waited, a little boy walked up to Tom Servo.
The Bots watched him curiously.
The boy pulled out a quarter and tried to find a place to insert it into Tom.
Crow and Gypsy tried hard not to laugh too hard.
Tom finally got annoyed.
"Hey, kid. Do you see any candy in there?" he said sharply.
"AAAAAAHH! TALKING GUMBALL MACHINE!" the kid screamed, running away.
Crow laughed.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!" Tom hissed angrily.
Just then, Mike came out.
"Good news. We're just one town over. I've got directions to Joel's restaurant. Let's hope he can help us."
"I hope he can," said Crow. "Otherwise we just went through this entire movie for no good reason."
They began walking down the road.
It was silent for a little while before finally, Tom started to sing.
"Oh, I wish I was back in old Canada. A land which I never shall lampoon! How I pine for the ice covering Lake Manitoba, and the beauty that is Saskatoon!" he sang.
"Shut up!" Mike and Crow yelled.
Dr Paul was back at Gizmonic Institute now, just exiting the hospital. He had one of those goofy-looking nose casts, and he was bandaged heavily in the head area.
When he walked into the meeting room, everyone looked and started snickering.
"It didn't go so well, did it?" Dr Solomon chuckled.
"Shaddup," Dr Paul growled, nasally.
"Squeak if you will, but so far, the CT hasn't really been doing its job, has it?" Dr Solomon went on. "In fact, I'm beginning to think this is getting kind of…stupid, actually."
"One more try," said Dr Paul, picking up the CT and grabbing Dr Ray by the arm. "Third time's the charm."
Dr Paul dragged Dr Ray out of the room.
"Where're we going?!" Dr Ray asked.
"You're getting your money's worth," Dr Paul grunted.
Mike and the Bots looked up at the building before them.
A sign said "Hot Fish Shop".
Below, it said, "Good food isn't cheap, and cheap food isn't good."
Mike glanced at the Bots, and then led them inside.
The place reeked of the sea, but it was a welcome stench at the moment.
"Oh my stars…," Gypsy breathed.
"Let's find Joel," said Mike.
Mike, Crow and Tom Servo went to the counter.
Gypsy and Cambot were about to follow, but then Gypsy noticed a man in a business suit typing into laptop.
"Ooooh…," she said, intrigued.
She hurried over to him with Cambot following unsurely.
Mike stood at the counter with Crow at his right and Tom Servo at his left.
Crow looked at the very complicated menu.
"Everything on this menu could be improved with one thing: cheese," he said.
"And nearly everything on the menu could be improved by not having everything deep-fried!" Tom commented.
A guy behind the counter walked up to Mike.
"May I take your order?" he asked.
Mike was impressed.
"Well, at least he asks rather than assume he can," he commented.
Crow and Tom nodded.
"Actually," Mike said, returning his attention to the guy, "We're looking for a guy named Joel, not too different from you or me. Any idea as to where he is?"
"Oh, he spends a lot of his time in the back room, building stuff."
"Well, we kind of need to see him. It's an emergency."
"Eh, go ahead. I've got nothing better to do with my life."
"What life?" Crow asked.
"Crow!" Mike and Tom hissed.
"What?"
Mike led the robots around the counter the door marked "MANAGER'S OFFICE".
"Are you guys ready for this?" he asked.
"Roger Wilco," said Crow.
"Isn't that the guy from Get Fuzzy?" asked Tom
"No, that's Rob Wilco."
"Will you two just come on?!" Mike said, frustrated.
Mike knocked on the door.
A muffled voice said, "Come in!"
Mike cautiously opened the door.
They gawked at the room.
In the office were strange gizmos and gadgets lying around.
"Holy gutbucket…," Tom said.
"Joel…?" Mike asked.
The chair sitting behind the desk turned around, revealing…
"JOEL!" Crow and Tom Servo cried, running towards him.
"Guys?!" Joel gasped, catching Tom as he landed in his lap. "What the hell are you all doing here?!"
"We escaped!" Crow said triumphantly.
"And we've come to see you!" Tom added.
"Did you really?" Joel asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I figured the boys deserved a little reunion while we were being hunted down," Mike said, sitting in the chair across from Joel.
"Mike, it's great to see ya! See? Didn't I say you'd persevere?" he said cheerfully. "Hey, where're Gypsy and Cambot?"
"Oh, they're waiting outside."
"Okay…," Joel sat there for a moment. "Wait, did you say you were being hunted down? Did Pearl get mad at you for escaping?"
"No, she's moved on," Tom said.
"See, the thing is, Gizmonic Institute is after us for 'stealing' the Satellite of Love, which was destroyed, by the way," Mike explained.
Joel looked dismayed.
"But Dr Forrester said he had pinned the stealing on me!" he said. "He said I had stolen the SOL, had a mishap and it had all been destroyed!"
"Well, evidently, by bringing the SOL back to Earth, that theory was disproved," said Crow.
"Well, what have they been doing?" asked Joel.
"Trying to zap us with some Teleporter laptop," said Mike.
"You won't find that at Best Buy," said Tom.
"We were actually sort of hoping you could help prove our innocence," Mike went on.
"How would I do that?"
"We need you to go through some of Cambot's old files and bring up video evidence that we were actually captured, rather than stealing the SOL."
"But that could take a while. I'd need to refamiliarize myself with Cambot's technology. I haven't worked with him for a few years," Joel said.
"Well, we should have enough time," said Crow. "Especially if we get back on the move."
"Yeah, could you call off work early for the day?" Tom asked hopefully.
"Well, I suppose, for your sakes," Joel said, looking at his watch.
"YAY!" the Bots cheered.
Joel decided, for the sake of the mission, to slip into his old red jumpsuit.
"Let's go," he said.
On the way out, Mike spotted Gypsy nearby. She was still talking to the man in the suit.
"Well, Gypsy, I'm really impressed with your plans," he said. "If you're ever up for a partnership, here's my card."
He placed a small card inside Gypsy's mouth.
"Thank you," she said.
"Come on, Gypsy! We're leaving!" Mike called.
Gypsy and Cambot quickly followed after them.
When they exited the building, they spotted Joel, Crow and Tom looking at the sky.
"What's going on?" Mike asked, following their gaze.
His face fell.
"Oh great," he moaned.
"Oh my," Gypsy gasped.
Joel stared at the helicopter.
"Shall we take my car?" he asked, not taking his eyes off it.
"Sure," Mike replied.
Everyone ran to Joel's car.
"How convenient! It's a mini-van!" Crow commented.
"Quick! Get in!" Joel ordered.
Crow, Tom Servo, Gypsy and Cambot all piled into the back. Joel got behind the wheel with Mike at his side.
"Fasten your seatbelts, please," Joel said casually.
Everyone frantically did so.
"Has everyone made a tinkle?" he went on.
Everyone stared at him.
"Umm…yeah," said Mike.
"Good, good… Anyone want to sing a song?"
"JOEL!" Crow and Tom shouted angrily.
"Please drive," Mike sighed.
"Right."
Joel pressed on the gas pedal and drove out of the restaurant.
The helicopter now carried Dr Paul and Dr Ray.
Dr Ray fumbled with the CT frantically.
"Sir, I'm sorry! I just don't understand all the technology yet! I was only at two meetings for this thing!" he wailed.
"Just aim it the van and shut up!" Dr Paul ordered.
Joel drove calmly and diligently down the highway, not really seeming to notice the helicopter anymore.
"Um, Joel, I know you appreciate the comfortable and leisurely lifestyle, but could you possibly SPEED UP A FEW NUMBERS, PLEASE?!?" Tom shouted angrily.
"Patience, Tom," Joel said reassuringly. "You seem to be forgetting something."
"What's that?" asked Gypsy.
"I'm a Gizmocrat too," he said slyly.
At that moment, Joel pressed a button on the dashboard.
The top of the car suddenly unfolded and turned into something.
"Isn't that the Tickle-Bazooka?" asked Crow, looking at it carefully.
Joel simply grinned his sleepy grin.
"It's like the Firesign Theater guys always say," he said. "Fightin's out of style. Fun's where the pain is."
Joel aimed the gun at the helicopter and pushed the button again.
"What're they doing?!" Dr Paul demanded.
FOOM!
The gun suddenly erupted pillow feathers!
The entire cockpit was suddenly filled with them.
"GACK! PTOO!" Dr Paul spat. "Get them!"
"Hee-hee! I can't! I'm too ticklish! Ha-ha-ha!" Dr Ray laughed, suddenly loosing control.
The helicopter began to fall back.
"Hey, nice job," Mike said approvingly.
"Sure thing. My place?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Joel drove the minivan to his apartment.