"Deeeeev!"

Devon twitched in her sleep. Whatever that voice was, she wanted it to stop.

"Oh, Devy-Weeeeeevyyyyyy!"

She groaned loudly and rolled over.

"Cooome on Dev. Waky waky, eggs and bacy."

She felt something hard prodding her in the ribs, and she finally opened her eyes, a glare directed at whoever was disturbing her.

"Aaaagh!" Devon jumped when she was met with Vector's oversized head on a floating screen much too close to her. A white arm protruded from the bottom of it, which hovered even closer.

"Ah! You're awake!" he grinned, "Ya know, you're so cute when you're asleep."

"You have a CAMERA in my ROOM?"

"Noooo…the camera floated into you're room. I did knock; you didn't answer."

She sat up, scratching her head. Her hair was, if possible, even messier than usual, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

"Couldn't you have just asked me to set an alarm?"

"Alarms are old school. Here on Team Vector, we're new school," he made a hipster-ish hand gesture when he said 'Team Vector'.

"Whatever…just let me get dressed, and I'll be out there in a minute."

"Sure. Oh! Do you want a chocolate or strawberry pop-tart?"

She rubbed her temples, "Uh…chocolate."

"Excellent choice!" his screen retreated back towards the open door, "Meet me in the kitchen when you're dressed."

She sighed. This place was just getting better and better…

She got ready within about five minutes then came down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Hey! Catch!" Devon turned just in time to see a pop-tart soaring toward her head, and she barely had time to reach up and catch it.

"Hm…thanks…" she ignored the unceremonious lob to the head and took a bite out of her pop-tart, sitting down on one of the orange stools at the counter.

Petunia, ever alert when there was food around, sat at Devon's feet, pleading with big eyes. Devon sighed.

"Alright…" she tossed a small corner of her pop-tart to her, which she snapped up without so much as taking the time to taste it.

"Soooo…" Vector made a show of sliding her a tall glass of chocolate milk, then leaning back on his elbows next to where she sat, taking a bite of his own pop-tart, "the patient should be ready before too much longer," he said through a mouthful, "the microchip is taking effect quite nicely, if I say so myself."

"Yeaaaah…so…what, exactly, does that chip do?"

"It's a temporary mind altering device. Once in the brain, it links to the cerebral cortex and controls the host's every conscious decision according to how the chip is programmed," he took a drink of his own chocolate milk, "It takes some time for that link to be perfected, though. After a certain amount of time, the chip dissolves, and the subject is back to normal."

"Any particular reason we put it into a walking banana?"

"Hmhmhmm, easy there, tiger," her eyes widened, then went back to their original, drowsy state as he ruffled her wild hair, "you wouldn't want me to give it all away at once, now, would you?"

Devon was shaken out of her lethargy when a small hole opened up next to her on the counter, and something shot out of it. The object was propelled up into the air then came back down to land on top of the now closed hole it had been ejected from. It was a newspaper, today's copy of the Rascal Chronicles.

"Hey! Just in time!" Vector finished off the last of his pop-tart and brushed his fingers together, knocking off crumbs, "Why don'cha take a look and see if we got any newbie competition?"

She sighed as he started to leave, "…alright…" she removed the rubber band and opened to the front page.

Her eyes went wide again. She glanced back at Vector, who was about to ascend the stairs, before reading the first couple paragraphs of the article placed right beneath a large, rather unflattering picture of him.

"Uuuuh…Vector?" she called back to him, still staring at the article and the image of him.

"Find any fresh meat, Dev?" he called back.

"Not exactly…" she turned to him, "there's an article about you."

He almost spat out the chocolate milk he had been about to swallow, "WHAT?"

"'Direction and Magnitude: the Wrong Direction Caused by Unwanted Magni'—hey!" he snatched the paper from her; apparently he ran much faster than she had thought possible for him.

She tried to hold back a chuckle as he read the article frantically, "You were stuck on the moon?"

Vector was frozen for a moment as he took in the rather embarrassing information that was now made public for the entire villain population to see. As he kept reading, his expression became more and more enraged, his face turning a nasty shade of red, and Devon thought she could see his glasses fogging a bit. Finally, without change of expression, he held his hand over the counter, where another hole opened up, which he dropped the wadded paper into to burn in the unseen incinerator that glowed from the opening.

"You stole the moon from Gru? THE GRU?"

Vector turned his glare to his new lackey, "If he hadn't tricked me and taken MY SHRINK RAY, I wouldn't have had to!"

Devon scoffed, "Yeah…except according to that article, you stole it from him first…"

Vector was becoming even more steamed, "Well…he…stole it from some military base in Vietnam, so it's not like it was actually HIS, either!"

Devon tried to hide her smirk.

Vector finally sighed, attempting to calm himself, "Alright…we're doing this thing TODAY! Just a few more tests on the patient and we should be ready," he turned to Devon, who instantly straightened up and made a coughing sound, "Come on, Dev!"

She shook her head in exasperation, gulping down the rest of her chocolate milk, then following him.

They descended the elevator again; this time Vector seemed extra fidgety and much much less talkative. The silence was starting to bother Devon.

"So…you've got it in for Gru?"

Vector still seemed fairly peeved, "He had it in for me first! OK? All I did was show him a little bit about the piranha gun when I saw him at the bank, then after he comes back out from talking to my dad…HE FREEZES MY HEAD! I mean, what's THAT all about, huh?"

Devon's jaw dropped a bit, "I…wait, wait ,wait! Dad? You talking about Mr. Perkins?"

"Yeah, he's my dad," Vector confirmed without hesitation, then his demeanor became a bit more unsure, "W-w…he didn't…tell you that?"

She shook her head, "No."

Vector looked down to the transparent floor and went silent again. This time however, he looked much more sad than angry.

As soon as the elevator had reached the lab and the doors had opened, Vector wasted no time in pressing the button on his remote to retrieve the capsule with the "patient" inside. He dashed to the table, quickly opening the pod and revealing the sleeping creature.

"He's in a state very similar to hibernation," Vector explained quickly, as Devon came to join him, "But as soon as I activate the chip, it will send pulses to the brain and reanimate him."

He lifted a separate controller from the one for the functions of the fortress, his finger hovering over a button, "Cross your fingers, Dev…"

He pressed the button, but nothing seemed to happen.

Vector furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Wha—" he pressed the button again. Still nothing. "This stupid—" he began pressing it over and over, "why—won't—you—WORK?"

Out of nowhere, the yellow creature shot out of the capsule at least ten feet into the air.

"!" it laughed insanely in a high pitched cackle that reminded Devon of someone who had inhaled helium.

The creature seemed to bounce off the walls, knocking down glass tubes and machinery, all of which looked to be very expensive.

"Hey!" Vector shouted at the creature, "What are you doing? QUIT IT!" He began pressing any button he could to calm it down, but nothing seemed to work.

It shattered a rather large glass tank, sending glass shards across the lab, and Devon quickly grabbed a metal tray lying nearby to shield herself, "What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know!" Vector answered, "I calibrated the wave lengths to be compatible! It should be working!"

Devon flinched away when it ran close to her, and began running into the operation table repeatedly. Finally, she raised the metal tray she had been using as a shield and gave him a swift whack over the head with it. It instantly stopped, motionless for a moment, before collapsing to the ground.

Vector stared wide eyed for a moment, "I-wh—why did you DO that?"

"Wh—" Devon stammered back in confusion, "He was wreckingyour lab! What was I supposed to do?"

"Nothing!" Vector placed his fists on his hips, "You might've killed it! He's the only one I've got!"

She sighed, "Well…sorry!"

The creature finally started to stir, and its single eye opened. It sat up, seemingly fine other than the fact that it seemed to spasm a lot.

Vector glared, "Oh, look, now you gave it a nervous twitch!"

"Hey! I said I was sorry!"

Vector sighed in frustration, "It'll have to do…You!" he turned to the yellow creature, "What's your name?"

"Bobert!" it exclaimed excitedly with a twitch.

"Bobert…" Vector repeated.

"I think he might be trying to say Robert," Devon suggested.

Vector shrugged, "Whatever…Alright, what's you're mission?"

"Hurls!"

Vector seemed confused for a moment, "Hurls? What is—oh-oh! Right! Get them and bring them out to me!"

"Da!"

"Let's go, Dev! You're about to be the only other person who's ridden in my awesome new sports car!"

"Joy…" she mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

As they were about to enter the elevator, Robert gasped and immediately ran for one of the remaining glass tubes, one with a large, ugly fish.

"Ooooo! Squish!"

"Hey! Get back here!" Vector ran to retrieve him, grabbing his arm and trying to drag him back to the elevator.

"Nah! Nah! NAH! SQUISH!"

"NO! That's MY 'squish'!" Vector grabbed him around the waist, assuming it had one, and pulled harder, but the little guy wouldn't budge. However, he finally got a glance at the open elevator and spotted Phish circling in the large tank outside.

"OOOOOOOoooooohhh!" Robert slipped out of Vector's grip, causing him to fall on his face, and was inside the elevator in no time, his face pressed as close against the tank as possible, "WAMBO squish!"

Vector sighed heavily, straightening his glasses and dusting off his warm up suit before getting into the elevator and pressing the button to go up.

There were a very few seconds of silence as Robert watched Phish, and Devon glanced over at Vector, "Why do I get the feeling that the 'squish' thing was your doing?"

Vector scoffed, "Come on! I can't put a little bit of myself into my creations?"

She shrugged, "Weeell, if you think it'll work…"

"It will."

"So, when am I going to find out what we're stealing from Gru?"

He chuckled, "You're curiosity is adorable, Devon…You'll find out soon enough; don't you worry."

Once they had reached the top, they had more trouble getting Robert away from Phish's tank. Whatever Vector's plan was, Devon swore it wouldn't work. Not judging by how things were going so far. But she had to admit, it would definitely be fun to watch.