Devon was left to keep Robert under control as Vector drove, and it was no easy task. Constantly he was either trying to grab the steering wheel or stick his head out the window when he saw something of interest. She was surprised he hadn't either made them wreck or fallen out of the car before they got to their destination.

Vector pressed a button as they were getting closer, and Devon felt small static tingles wherever her skin made contact with the car.

"Stealth mode," Vector explained, "This function reconfigures the vehicle's outer appearance, rendering it almost completely invisible."

As they rounded a corner of the neighborhood they were now in, Gru's house could be seen just down the road. Vector didn't have to point it out for Devon to know which one it was as it stood out from the other houses almost as much as Vector's fortress did. It was a more classic take on the villainous lair, tall and looming, the dark color contrasting greatly with the bright houses around it.

"Hmph!" Vector looked down his nose at the structure, "How original…"

"Ooo," Robert attached himself to the window, "Joonga de Gru! Hurls! Huuuurls!"

Vector chuckled at the excited creature, "Yeah! You know what's in there, don't ya?" he pressed another button, that lifted the door open, "Go get it!" and Robert scurried out before he had even finished his sentence.

They watched him run for the door of the sinister house and ring the doorbell. It wasn't long before the door was answered by two creatures that looked almost exactly like Robert.

"Oooh…" Devon said in realization, "so those are like…Gru's henchmen?"

"Minions," Vector confirmed, "apparently, he has thousands of them; tens of thousands, probably."

The other minions seemed to welcome Robert with open arms, and soon, he was inside safely.

"And now," Vector folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, "we wait for my brilliant plan to unfold."

Robert had been welcomed back by his fellow minions as if he had just been on a long trip, which, technically, was exactly the case. The small group of minions chattered happily, interested in what kinds of adventures he had been on while he was gone, asking him questions as if he had simply been on vacation for a while.

Gru rounded the corner that went into the front hallway, a large stack and several rolled up sheets of drafting paper piled in his arms.

"Boss, boss!" one of them called, waving his arms in the air at Gru.

"Huh?" he seemed a bit distant, "What? What is it, Mark?"

"Ponga du Bobert!"

"Oh. Yes, good to see you back, Robert," he made his way to the living room as he spoke, trying to balance the papers in his arms, "Sorry about the anti-gravity serum…thing. Guess it does wear off after all."

As Gru went into the next room, Margo, Edith, and Agnes trotted along behind him. Robert smirked, "Eeh, eeh!"

The girls turned to the three minions, and Agnes giggled, running to them.

"Will you play a game with us?"

Robert held back a snicker, "Da!" The other two minions chimed in with their agreement.

Margo and Edith came in behind their sister, "Well…what game should we play?" Margo asked.

"Foopo?" one suggested, making a motion as if throwing a football.

"Nah, nah…" Robert flicked his wrist dismissively.

"Pony! Pony!" the other yelled excitedly and began galloping around as if he were riding a horse.

"Nah, nah, nah!" he disagreed, "Doh peak!"

"Hide and go seak?" Agnes asked.

"Dah!"

"Alright, well, who's it?"

Robert raised his hand, "Me! Me!"

"O.k. then," Edith ran to the bookshelf in the hallway, "this will be base? Ready?"

Robert put his head in his arms against the shelf and started counting.

"Let's go!" Edith whispered to her sisters, "I've got the perfect hiding place!"

After both girls and minions were out of sight, Robert looked up to make sure the coast was clear. He chuckled with a sneer, "Abeedo, hurls!"

The warmth of the sun coming through the windshield of Vector's car was starting to make Devon sleepy. She rested her head on one hand propped against the door, trying and failing to hold back a yawn.

"Mmhmhm! Tired already?" Vector chuckled, "Not to worry; you'll build up stamina in time."

She ignored the condescension in his comment, as that had quickly become routine, and looked at him with drowsy, half-lidded eyes, "When exactly am I going to know why we're here?"

"So impatient! Alright, perhaps it's time for a pop quiz," he propped his feet on top of the steering wheel and cracked his knuckles before folding his hands behind his head, "What do you think Gru could have that I would have a reason to take?"

Devon shrugged, "Could be anything…a weapon? Or something he's stolen."

"Good guesses, but there are other ways of getting ahead of your enemies. Every villain has a weakness, or something they would do anything to get back if taken from them. And it just so happens I've discovered Gru's.

"For your efforts, however, I'll give you a C+."

"C+?"

Vector smirked, "C+…would have been just a C, but I took the fact that you're tired into account."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but Vector shushed her before she was even able to comment further. Robert had come back out the door with a large sack over his shoulder which seemed to be thrashing about violently.

Vector gave a nasally but otherwise sinister cackle, "Perfect."

He pressed the button to open the door again to let Robert toss the bag into the back. As Robert was about to try to get in as well, Vector reached over Devon to the glove box and took out a large, red apple.

"Hey, Robert, look what I've got!" he waved the fruit out the window as Robert's eye grew big.

The minion gasped, "Bapple!" he jumped up as high as he could to reach it, but he was just too short.

"Well, go get it!"

Vector threw it, and Robert dashed back toward Gru's house in pursuit. Quickly, he closed the doors of the car and took off.

"Couldn't you have used him again?" Devon asked.

"One of the top rules of villainy, Dev, never use the same plan twice."

The bag in the back seat thrashed again, and Devon brought her attention back to it. Whatever it was that was inside there was more than one of them, and they were all making muffled sounds of distress. And the more she listened, the more she could tell that the things they were yelling were English words.

Devon's face screwed up in confusion, "Vector, are those…"

Vector's smirk was the most malicious she had seen yet, "The things Gru cares about the most in the world. His precious little GIRLS!"