Back at the office, Kevin angrily swung his hockey stick at the many objects around him as the Crust Cousins watched.
"I had those dorks where I wanted them, forced into a life of detention." he ranted. "But he had to get in the way and let them off the hook!"
"Cool it, jock boy." said Tiff. "You're not the only one who's having problems with the Prince."
"In case, you haven't heard," added Brit. "He hired that...that girl as the flyboy's aide."
"How are we supposed to get what we want now?" snarled Kevin.
"Not to worry, Captain." assured Brit. "Their chances of freedom and love are about to go up in flames."
She pulled another blueprint, which she gave to Kevin.
"Find some nerd to construct what's on those papers and have it ready before the ball." she instructed.
Kevin looked into the blueprints, then back up to her, saying. "I know just the one."
Inside the Planetarium, Mandark was reading one of his emails on his laptop.
"Yes, yes." he said, rubbing his hands. "With my entry placed into the upcoming science fair, I will soon covet the Nobel Prize!"
He started to laugh maniacally, only to be cut short when Kevin barged in, calling. "Put those plans on permanent hold, Mandork!"
"My name is Mandark!" Mandark said, correcting him.
"Don't care what you call yourself." Kevin said, shoving the blueprints onto Mandark. "You're going to make this...NOW...before the ball or you're getting the short end of the stick!"
Mandark's eyes widened when he saw Kevin's hockey stick.
"Oh, please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." he begged. "I'll get it done by then."
"You better," Kevin said as he left the Planetarium. "Or you'll be taking the other dorks' place...IN DETENTION!"
He, then, slammed the door, leaving Mandark alone to do his forced task.