Apprehending Jeff took way longer than it should have; the dumbass poured gasoline over himself in an effort to make it too slippery to catch.

Which worked to a degree, and it made him flammable and impossible for them to shoot with their lasers without lighting him on fire.

Which they were very, very tempted to do.

Ray and Henry chased him all over town, but it took them and the police force hours before they finally trapped him in a dead-end alleyway and successfully captured him.

Kid Danger slowly stumbles forward, panting heavily alongside Captain Man as they drag Jeff back to a patrol car and throw him inside.

"Here's an Idea," Captain Man sneers at the officers, "Next time, keep him in jail!"

The police officers mumble some pathetic excuse as to why Jeff was released, but frankly, Henry couldn't give a shit.

He's too tired to hear them out and just numbly nods along as Ray bitches at them for a few more minutes before they finally drive off.

He scans the street before slowly stepping back into the alley, which luckily houses one of their secret tube entrances.

Henry mumbles in exhaustion, "I wanna kill Jeff."

Ray sighs heavily, following behind Henry to a rusty old dumpster, "I second that."

Henry doesn't break eye contact with Ray as he runs his hand along the dumpster's side, feeling for the hidden button, while stating, "Maybe murder isn't so bad after all."

"Yeah," Ray snorts softly as Henry activates the opening, making the dumpster move over and reveal the two slide-looking tube entrances underneath, "That should be our new motto."

Henry takes a moment to lower himself down to the ground, legs swinging into the tube entrance.

"We have a motto?"

"Uh, obviously." Ray answers as he lowers himself down beside Henry to his tube, "It's, 'Captain Man is the coolest hero ever, and everyone should listen to him because he's so handsome and not at all old.'"

"Really?" Henry mutters in disbelief, "Is that true?"

"Yup," Ray claims, "It's as true as I am handsome."

"Ah," Henry nods, "So not at all."

"It's one hundred percent true because I say so, and I'm always right." Ray says matter-of-factly, giving Henry no time to respond before he shouts, "Down the tube!"

Ray's hands raise in the air, middle fingers proudly standing as he is sucked away. Henry lets out an irritated huff, eyes rolling as he slides down after him.

Henry knew he should've dropped it the second they got back in the man cave, but Ray looked too smug having the last word.

No way fucking way could he let that smug shithead win.

"I still don't believe you, Ray. You always think you're right, like- like that time you said milk goes in the bowl before the cereal!"

Ray clenches his teeth, "Because it does!"

"It doesn't!" Henry argues, whipping his head back to yell in Ray's face, "Everyone knows that! The only time it's okay to have milk in your bowl before cereal is if you're pouring a second bowl and reusing leftover milk!"

"You stupid child," Ray hisses, poking Henry hard in the chest. "The milk always goes first. Pouring it on top of the cereal pushes it down into the milk, making it soggy faster! I get to eat it while it's still crunchy."

"You are absolutely insane! Getting the milk-to-cereal ratio right is impossible if you do the milk first." Henry rants, hands clapping in frustration, "It just floats up without mixing with the milk, which defeats the whole purpose of having your cereal with milk in the first place. You might as well just eat it raw!"

"How dare you." Ray gasps, his hand clutching his chest, "Is that how it's gonna be?"

"Yeah, Ray," Henry answers, shoving him back, "That's how it's gonna be."

"That's it!" Ray screeches, launching forward. He throws his arm over Henry's neck, locking him into a headlock and rubbing his knuckle into the top of his skull, "You little soggy cereal-loving freak!"

Henry struggles to free himself from his boss's grasp. He pushes his hands into Ray's side while yelling something incoherent into his armpit as they lose their balance and stumble off the tube platform before crashing to the floor.

Jasper has spent the last couple of hours messing with random shit in the store while Charlotte quizzes him.

She doesn't mind. Jasper noticed how he preferred to participate passively when Charlotte pointed out that he seemed to focus better if he kept his hands busy.

This is why he's sitting on the floor; legs crossed underneath him as he fiddles with the tuning knobs of this musty old guitar Ray brought in a few months ago.

He's actually become sort of attached to this instrument and even taught himself a few cords, making him semi-decent at playing it.

He uses it as a distraction every now and then when he gets lonely from being secluded from everyone downstairs in the man cave while he's stuck up in the store.

"Alright, Jasper," Charlotte calls, making him lift his gaze to where she's sitting behind the counter, "Name three of America's founding fathers?"

"Um," Jasper hums, eyes narrowing as he attempts to answer, "King..." He starts, already knowing from the complete look of disdain on Charlotte's face that he's way off, "Martin Luther... Junior?"

Jasper knew that the answer was wrong He's not quite sure how he'll be able to stop himself from throwing up when Henry tells him all about it tomorrow.

"How about you head downstairs and ask him," Jasper suggests, desperately needing a few minutes alone, "And I'll shut down the store."

"Oh," Charlotte shrugs, heading towards the back, "Okay."

When Charlotte arrives downstairs, she's unsurprisingly greeted by the sight of Ray and Henry bickering. Henry is face down against the ground while Ray sits on his back, pinning him down to give him a wet, willy, saliva-soaked finger sticking in Henry's ear while they scream profanities at each other.

Charlotte shakes her head and approaches them with a hand on her hip, "Am I gonna need to slap a boy?"

Ray and Henry gaze up, greeting her in sync, "Heyyyyy, Charlotte."

"Heyyyy, yourselves." Charlotte mimics, eyes narrowing in irritation, "Whatcha guys doing?"

The boys look at each other with matching nervous gazes before Henry stammers an excuse, "Uh- cuddling?"

"That's right!" Ray nods in agreement, pulling Henry off the ground and snuggling his face against Henry's cheek, "We, uh, just love to cuddle."

Charlotte crosses her arms, raising her brow in disbelief, "You guys are fighting over the cereal thing again, aren't you?"

"Whaaat? Noo." Ray unconvincingly lies as they rise to their feet before he points his finger accusingly at Henry, "He started it!"

"Oh?" Henry scoffs, mouth gaping open in disbelief, "I only brought up the cereal thing as an example of how you're always wrong! Which I wouldn't have done if you didn't lie about the stupid motto thing."

Charlotte interjects, "Motto thing?"

"Go on, Ray." Henry challenges, gesturing back, "Tell Charlotte what you think our motto is."

Ray crosses his arms, "I don't have to."

"Okay, then I will." Henry states, turning to Charlotte, "Ray claims the Man-Cave motto is that 'He's the coolest hero ever and everyone should listen to him because he's so handsome, and not at all old.'"

Ray raises his voice, "It's a good motto!"

"Yeah, Henry's right." Charlotte says bluntly, "There's no way that's our official motto."

Henry claps his hands, "Thank you!"

"It's true!" Ray insists, "I swear on Henry's mom."

Henry rolls his eyes, lip curling in disgust as he spots Schwoz's truth blaster on the table beside them and impulsively grabs it before pointing it up at Ray, "Prove it."

"Oooh, scary." Ray mocks, raising his hands, "You can't hurt me with that kid. I'm indestructible."

"It's not for hurtin'; it's for truthin,'" Henry states smugly, "I'm a make you admit all your dirty little lies."

"Henry!" Charlotte yells, breaking Henry's concentration, "Put that down. It's not a toy."

Ray takes advantage of Henry's distraction and snatches the blaster from Henry's hands, "Yeah, Henry, it's not a toy... It's a... a... What is this?"

"It's an interrogation invention," Charlotte answers, "Schwoz made it to help you guys get information out of villains and stuff."

Ray slowly turns it around in his hand and whistles, "Sweet."

"That's not even the coolest part." Henry states, smacking the side of Ray's arm in excitement, "They'll also forget everything afterward."

"Woah, they'll be all like," Ray flails his arm up, voice slightly changing the pitch, "Oh no! How did those handsome heroes figure out all our evil plans? Gah!"

"Yeah," Henry nods enthusiastically, seemingly forgetting the previous argument entirely, "I can't wait to see this bad boy in action."

"Good idea," Ray states, looking over to Charlotte, "Go get, Jasper."

"Absolutely not." Charlotte huffs, "It's a total invasion of privacy, and you guys shouldn't use it unless necessary."

"Boo!" Ray calls, blowing a raspberry, "You're boring, Charlotte."

"C'mon, it's Jasper." Henry points out, "He's incapable of privacy; he chronically overshares everything. For example, this morning, he texted me a picture of this weird mole he has."

Charlotte crosses her arms, stammering slightly as she prepares her argument on Jasper's behalf, but the sound of the elevator dropping cuts through her thoughts.

Jasper swings his keychain around his index finger as he enters the man cave, "I finished locking up-"

Ray shoots him.