An explosion.
Hysterical and evil laughter.
Another explosion.
A "Ha ha, FOUR EYES!"
A phone call.
A giddy giggle from a girl on the other side of the phone.
Three streaks of light.
And urgent, "Hurry!" into the phone.
Another three streaks of light.
The first three being chased out by the other three, all the while masculine screaming and feminine squealing.
And a relieved and somewhat irritated sigh.
The Rowdyruff Boys didn't come over to Dexter's lab much more.
