The helicopter landed on top of a building.
Dr Paul furiously climbed out of the feather-filled cockpit.
"Just great!" he shouted angrily. "I get the one helicopter pilot who's ticklish!"
"I'm sorry!" Dr Ray pleaded. "I can't help it! My first noise after birth was a giggle!"
Then he realized where he'd landed.
"Uh…do we need a permit to land on a random building?" he asked.
"Shut up! Give me the CT!"
Dr Ray did so.
Dr Paul looked at it.
"You want something done right…," he began, typing things into it.
PING!
He grinned at the screen.
"…you've gotta do it yourself," he finished.
Then he glared at Dr Ray.
"Honestly! You built this freakin' thing!" he growled.
And he immediately ran towards the edge.
"Uh…," Dr Ray said urgently, but it was too late.
Dr Paul jumped over the edge.
"OH GOD!" he shouted as he fell.
Dr Ray gasped and ran to the edge.
He almost started laughing at what he saw.
Dr Paul was dangling from a gargoyle on the building ledge by his belt loop.
"Groin…aching!" he moaned.
Joel was popping some popcorn in the microwave.
Mike and the Bots were observing his apartment.
"Nice place, Joel," Mike commented.
"Thanks," Joel replied. "Sweet garden level living, one bedroom, one half bath, and on the bus lines was a pretty good deal, I thought."
"It was! You always had an eye for style, Joel," said Tom.
"Hey, Gypsy, who was that guy you were talking to?" asked Crow.
"Oh, he was this business mogul!" said Gypsy. "He was really nice. He runs a company, and I gave him some business tips. He gave him a card. I think I'll see him again. I like the idea of running a company."
Tom and Crow exchanged glances.
"Huh," said Crow, clearly unimpressed.
Cambot continued to observe as he normally did.
"So can we get to work now?" Mike asked.
"Oh, sure," said Joel.
Mike held onto Cambot.
"Cambot was always the odd-child," Joel sighed. "Just for the hell of it, I took him apart and rebuilt in a new design every month."
"Man, why didn't you go back to Gizmonic Institute after you got back to Earth?" Mike asked.
"Well, I landed in the Australian Outback," Joel explained. "Besides, I didn't like Gizmonic Institute all that much. It got a little boring after a while, and I wanted to go on to do something else. I had ideas coming out of my sleeves! I'm glad the Bots had someone like you to replace me. You seemed to be just what they needed."
"Really?" Mike asked.
"Sure! You were slightly aggressive, a bit goofy, sort of a brotherly figure. Plus, you look good standing next to them," Joel said.
Mike glanced at Cambot, and then back at Joel.
"Thanks," he said, unsurely.
"Hey, Joel, Mike?" Crow shouted. "Could you two come in here, please?"
Joel and Mike exchanged glances and reentered the living room.
They found Crow, Tom and Gypsy had been trapped by Dr Paul.
Somehow, Dr Paul had broken in and had gotten hold of the Bots.
"Uh…," Joel started. "Can I get you a Hot Fish?"
Mike rolled his eyes.
"Ah, the great Joel Robinson at long last!" Dr Paul chuckled. "I must say, it seems as though I've underestimated Mr Nelson's perseverance."
Mike simply smirked.
"Unfortunately, it's time for you to experience something very uncomfortable," Dr Paul continued, typing something up into the CT.
Suddenly, all were cowering behind it.
"Have you ever been disintegrated in one place, and then reassembled in another?" Dr Paul asked, grinning.
BRZAP!
The blast from the CT zapped Cambot right out of Mike's hands.
"Eep!" Mike shrieked.
Everyone stared at the wisp of smoke that hung in the air where Cambot had been.
"We just can't trust you with anything now, can we?" Crow said disdainfully.
Mike responded by popping Crow's bowling pin.
BRZAP! BRZAP! BRZAP! BRZAP!
After four more blasts cleared, Tom Servo suddenly realized he and Dr Paul were alone.
"Uh…so, how's Dr Lyle?" Tom asked nervously.
BRZAP!
Then Dr Paul turned the CT around and blast himself.
BRZAP!
The apartment was now empty.
Dr Paul was transported all the way back to Gizmonic Institute.
He grinned to find Mike, Joel and the Bots were there, and had been apprehended by the other doctors on his team.
"Ah, nice to see some competence at long last," he sneered.
"What is with you?" Mike demanded.
"I just hope you've taught not mock your superiors, Nelson," Dr Paul replied. "Now then, neither of you will confess to stealing the Satellite of Love?"
Mike groaned.
"We didn't steal anything!" he yelled.
Dr Paul simply shrugged.
"Very well, if you won't give us the truth, we'll have to perform an Enter-Loral Brain Probe on you and pluck it from your head," he said casually.
Joel looked confused.
"The information?" he asked.
"No, his brain. Take him away."
Dr Mickey grabbed Mike tighter and hauled him away.
"MY BRAIN?!" Mike shouted. "BUT JUST A SECOND! LET GO OF ME! I NEED MY BRAIN! I NEED MY BRAIN!"
But Mike was soon gone, leaving Joel and the Bots staring after him.
"What about them, sir?" asked Dr Carnage.
"Take them to the cell," Dr Paul replied, waving them away. "We'll do something with them later."
Joel and the Bots were shoved away.
Mike was soon strapped to a gurney in an operation room. Lights flashed and electricity crackled.
"Where am I? An operation room or Spencer's Gifts?" he asked.
Just then, the door burst open.
Mike looked up.
Standing before him, wearing a black suit with G on it, not to mention thick glasses and curly black hair, was standing before him.
"Hello!" he said in a squeaky voice.
Mike stared at him as he approached.
"My name is Dr Laurence Erhardt," he said. "I'll be your mad scientist for today, if you don't mind. Get it? Brain? Mind? Heh, heh, heh, heh!"
Mike groaned.
"Great," he muttered.
"Aw, feeling a little nervous, are we?" Dr Erhardt asked sweetly.
"Of course I'm nervous!" Mike said angrily.
"Oh well, don't worry. Everyone is before having their brains sucked out!"
It was around that moment that Mike noticed that Dr Erhardt's outfit resembled TV's Frank's.
"Now then, I have a few questions to ask you before we start," he said. "It's a standard procedure. Question one: when was your last pregnancy?"
Mike rolled his eyes.
In their cell, Joel and the Bots were sitting around.
"Huh," said Joel. "You know, when I woke up this morning, this was the last thing I thought would happen."
"You're so easygoing about it," Crow commented.
"It's a curse," Joel said, shrugging.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
They looked up and saw a rather large man towering over them.
It was Dr Solomon.
"Hey, uh, are you by chance a guy named Joel? You don't look too different from you or me," he said.
Joel nodded.
"Hey!" said Tom. "It's the ray of goodness in a sky of clouds!"
Everyone looked at him.
"I mean, he's the good guy!" Tom explained.
"Ohhh…," everyone said.
"Listen, I think I can get you guys back to Mike," Dr Solomon explained. "I think I can sneak you in."
"Lead the way," said Joel.
A few minutes later, Dr Solomon and Joel were walking down the hallways pushing a cart with a sheet over it.
It was a rather lumpy sheet.
Underneath it, all four robots tried to keep from sliding out from under it.
Suddenly, a round orb fell out from under it.
"Uh, Joel…?" Tom whispered.
Joel immediately doubled back and grabbed it.
Then they came to a giant air grate.
Being as quiet as they could, Joel and Dr Solomon set to work in unscrewing it from the wall.
Once it was out of the way, Joel quickly pulled out Crow and Tom Servo.
"Okay, guys," he whispered. "It's up to you to find your way through the vents and get back Mike!"
"Right-o!" said Crow in a British accent.
Joel quickly jammed Tom into the vent. Before allowing Crow to follow, he quickly turned his net around to make it easier.
Once the goofy pair was gone, they reattached the grate and carried on.
"Where to now?" asked Joel.
"We have to find the room Mike's in," Dr Solomon replied.
Suddenly, Joel stopped him.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Should we have found the room first…and then sent Crow and Tom through the air ducts?"
There was a pause.
"Huh…," said Dr Solomon.
They both shrugged and carried on.