April 17th, 2060 - 17:55 JST
It is coming to the end of another busy day for John on Thunderbird 5 as the evening was starting to set in. John is currently floating in zero gravity as he scans over the world map for distress signals and diverting some of the minor incidents over to local emergency services. The alert for any major emergencies is also set, to wake John up during the night if it were necessary. Suddenly, a call comes in from Tracy Island, its Alan.
"Don't you ever get lonely up there, John?" Alan asks.
"Lonely? With so much going on around me?" John comments, as he continues to scan the map.
"But it's not really around you, it's more below you," Alan says.
"Well, it feels like the right distance to me," John says, looking down through the clear floor before looking back at Alan's hologram, "Go back to your lessons."
"Go back to your lessons," Alan mocks and is about to continue when a clear voice comes through.
"Can't slow down. Going too fast," a voice mutters. This causes a frown to cross John's face and he spins around the small Earth hologram, trying to locate the source of the signal.
"John? What is it?" Alan enquires.
"Nothing that concerns you," John decides and cuts off the call before spotting a small red warning symbol coming from Japan.
"I've tried everything. It's a runaway!" the voice continues, "There's nothing that can stop her."
John zooms in on the emergency symbol that is showing over Japan and expands to display a circle with a projection of the track represented through an orange dotted line. It shoes the train in a yellow circle and a passenger train in a red circle.
"Except the back of that passenger train it's closing in on," John mumbles to himself and presses the button on his shoulder belt, "International Rescue, this is Thunderbird Five. We have a situation."
5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Thunderbirds are Go!
April 17th, 2060 - 21:03 NZST
Scott and Marion enter the lounge and sees John's hologram waiting for them to arrive, with a projection on the train in question highlighted in the centre of the table. Scott had quickly scanned over the brief report John had sent through and knew the outline of the situation.
"It was on a test run so the engineer's the only one on board," John explains.
"That's lucky, but what about the passenger train?" Marion asks.
"Filled to capacity," John states.
"Doesn't anyone drive anymore?" Scott jokes.
"No. Mass Transit's cheaper and with magnetic levitation—" John starts but is cut off by Scott.
"Sorry, forgot to use my 'trying-to-make-a-joke' voice," Scott says with a sigh as the couple slump down on the couch, "Is there any way to divert?"
"Not easily. It's a specialised track, so there aren't a lot of spur lines and even if there were, do you know what would happen if it went off the rails at that speed? That wouldn't be a joke," John explains.
"Right," Scott says.
"What about cutting the power?" Marion interjects.
"Oh no, you couldn't do that," Brains comments as he walks into the room with Max following.
"Why not, Brains?" Scott asks.
"It would be like hitting a brick wall," Brains explains as he demonstrates by punching a fist to his hand, Max also making an attempt to copy and whirs, "The p-power has to be turned down gradually."
"All right and how do you do that?" Scott asks, as he gets up to walk after Brains who continues to walk.
"Just refigure the power distribution in the trains conductor nodes. Simple," Brains says.
"But—" Scott begins but sighs as Brains exits with Max, "He's always doing that."
Alan then suddenly runs into the room. "Scott, can I—?"
"No," Scott dismisses.
"Kayo's at the GDF base in Cape Town and Gordon and Virgil are still helping with that pipeline break in Alaska—" Alan starts.
"You can't come with us, Alan," Scott states.
"Why not?" Alan demands.
"There you are. Trying to save the world again no doubt," Sally interrupts as she walks up from the kitchen to see where Alan had ran off to.
"It's an emergency, Grandma," Alan tries.
"It's always an emergency that's what we do," Sally deadpans, "But your lessons are just as urgent, and you've fallen behind." After the 2058 incident, Sally decided it was best to have Alan home schooled from Tracy Island instead. This is not only safer, but it allowed Alan to also help out with International Rescue. "Oh, don't look so hangdog," Sally smiles, "I'm gonna make you a nice dinner when you're done."
Alan's head quickly shoots up to look back up at Sally in horror. "Dinner?"
"Have some cookies," Sally says as she presents a plate of burnt cookies, making Scott and Marion's queue to leave and start preparing to leave, "They're fresh out of the oven."
"Hmmmm. I can tell," Alan says and whispers over to Scott, "Help me."
"Sorry. Got a train to catch," Scott shrugs.
"You'll be just fine Alan," Marion adds and runs down after Scott to the Thunderbird 1 hanger so they could talk to Brains.
In the main Thunderbird hanger, Brains is busily at work doing some routine maintenance to Thunderbird 1. with the help of a giant remote controlled crane. He controls the crane using a lever stick that is attached to his lab chair. On the desk in front of him is a small laptop and a holo-projector that is currently displaying Thunderbird 1. Next to him, Max intensely watches his creator at work.
"Brains!" Scott pants as he and Marion enter the laboratory area, "How do we reconfigure the power distribution in the train's conductor nodes?"
"First, you'll need to do a v-voltage scan to makes sure it's not fluctuating b-by more than 20%," Brains informs.
"And if it is?" Marion questions.
"You'll have to replace the regulator," Brains explains, "But don't use the C-247 module. It'll blow up in your face." This causes Max to beep next to him. Brains looks over to him before looking back at the couple. "Or the C-247A."
"Brains. I think you're gonna have to do this," Scott says.
"No problem. I'll set up a video link and I'll be right beside you," Brains nods, "Virtually, anyway."
"No. Not virtually. Really." Scott says, "You need to be on that train."
"Very funny Scott," Brains chuckles dryly.
"Yeah... Think of this as a vacation," Marion smiles.
"Oh, yeah. With no extra charge for sudden dismemberment," Brains winces as he stands up and Max beeps, indicating he wants to come.
"Sorry, Max. No room for you." Scott says causing Max to whir sadly, "Come on, Brains. Let's gear up."
5
Scott descends and gets suited up.
4
Marion and Brains are brought into Thunderbird 1's hold and take a seat in the back.
3
Scott retracts the chair inside Thunderbird 1 and closes the hatch.
2
The launch pad starts to move.
1
Thunderbird 1 comes to a stop as the swimming pool above starts to retract.
Thunderbirds are Go!
From Tracy Island, as the pool starts to move back into place. Sally goes out and starts picking up the sun loungers and shakes her fist at Thunderbird 1 in annoyance. Alan is watching from inside the kitchen with Max, who had decided to come up and join him. Both feeling left out and dejected from not being able to go on the mission. Max buzzes and whirls as Alan goes over to the breakfast bar and sits down.
"You and me both, Max," Alan sighs as he looks wistfully up at the sky.
April 17th, 2060 - 21:21 NZST
On board Thunderbird 1, Scott switches to horizontal flight and looks over his shoulder at Brains who is hunched over and clutching his stomach. Marion even feels as if she can see the scientist turning a little green. Brains quivers as he tries to keep his composure.
"Brains, I know you're a stay-at-home kind of guy, but once in a while everyone has to—" Scott says but is cut off as Brains vomits into a bucket that he put next to him, leaving Scott and Marion with looks of disgust on their faces, "Ye-ah."
April 17th, 2060 - 21:29 NZST
A beeping sound comes from Scott's comms, and he answers to reveal on the holo-screen and image of the train is displayed along with some of its data. John is to the top left and Alan to the top right — the latter looking completely bored with his head resting on his right hand.
"Scott, I'm having trouble accessing the train's computer," John relays, "Something is blocking me."
"Could be a virus," Alan pipes up, "Do you think The Hood put it there? Maybe I can help?"
"It's not exactly a virus, Alan, and this doesn't seem like The Hood's style," John dismisses, "Also if it was The Hood, I'd get Kayo to investigate..."
"And you should be studying," Scott concludes, "Your lessons can't be that boring."
"They're not. It's… it's just that this is important," Alan groans.
"And so is studying," Sally calls from behind him, making her way over.
"Grandma, they need me," Alan complains.
"Oh, I think your brothers will be able to limp along without you this one time," Sally says as she picks up the still full plate of cookies, "You didn't eat your cookies."
"Hmm. Yummy," Alan winces as he picks up a cookie and he feign biting into it, partially because it is difficult to do so. Sally smiles and puts the plate down and walks away. Alan then accidently bites into it and coughs; "Tastes like a foot."
April 17th, 2060 - 18:36 JST
Thunderbird 1 arrives overhead catching up with the orange runaway train. The train is now on track P945, P358 and P467. Thunderbird 1's under carriage opens. Scott attempts to get a fix on the train. He then gets the lock light to turn from red to green indicating he got a lock, and fires a clamp that is attached to a zipline. This latches onto one of the bars on the train's roof by the hatch.
Scott then leaves his seat to join a reluctant Brains, who Marion had attached to a pulley just above the open hatch. Brains, who is now wearing a helmet, is kneeling down not wanting to slide. "This'll be just like going down the slide in a playground," Marion says as she prepares herself, "Remember how much fun that used to be?"
"Always gave me a rash!" Brains complains, "Hey, what if we tried a psychic link? I saw it in a m-movie once!" Marion decides she's had enough of Brains ranting and pushes him. A frightened Brains goes sliding down the grapple until around halfway when the train speeds up. This causes a dip in the zipline bringing Brains to a halt.
"Oh no, it's speeding up. Brains, hold on!" Scott shouts as he runs back to his seat, "I'm gonna have to detach!" He pulls the leavers on either side of his seat all the way back and detaches leaving Brains screaming as he hangs in the air.
"It's almost as if that train doesn't wanna stop," Marion says to Scott from the back.
"Standby, reattaching," Scott says as he tries to reattach, "Come on!" He then reattaches to the train and gives Marion the thumbs up.
"Okay, Brains, you can go down now," Marion tells him.
"I-I can't!" Brains says.
"How do you know until you've tried?" Marion asks.
"There are some things you don't have to try! Substituting an anode for a cathode." Brains compares.
"Guys..." John calls.
"Using a plasma torch as a toothbrush!" Brains continues.
"Guys?" John asks.
"Or this!" Brains complains, and Scott smirks and attempts not to laugh but is held back by the look Marion was giving him.
"THUNDERBIRD 1!" John yells.
"What's the matter Thunderbird 5?" Scott asks.
"Up ahead," John says and everyone looks up to see a mountain quickly approaching.
"Tell Max I love him!" Brains yells.
"Hold on, Brains!" Scott says as he detaches in time. He pulls the lever beside his seat to detach the cable and then pulls Thunderbird 1 up. The train goes through the tunnel and Thunderbird 1 flies over it, all the way to the point, Brains dangles from the cable still, screaming all the way, holding on for dear life. Marion resists the urge to burst out laughing as Scott slows Thunderbird 1 down as they reach the train again before reattaching the cable for a third time.
"Okay, Brains, let's try again. I promise there are no more mountains." Scott says.
"The square root of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the remaining sides!" Brains mumbles, "Cosine equals adjacent over hypotenuse."
"Sounds like basic mathematics to me," Marion comments.
"Should be both go down?" Scott asks.
"Better two level-headed people than one," Marion says and Scott jetpacks down to Brains while Marion prepares a second line for her to go down.
"Sine equals opposite over hypotenuse," Brains cries, and Scott places a hand on his back.
"Thought you could use some company." Scott says and then pushes Brains who screams. While Scott and Marion land gracefully on the roof of the train, Brains almost goes flying off the edge and if it wasn't for the strong arm of Marion, he'd have certainly fallen off. Scott meanwhile goes for the hatch that is on top of the roof, at the back of the cab, and lifts it open. He jumps straight down through the hatch and Marion quickly follows. They wait a few seconds but Brains doesn't appear, so Marion popes her head back up to see Brains slowly crawling towards the hatch.
"The square root of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the remaining sides!" Brains mumbles and spots Marion as she reaches out her hand for him to take which he does gratefully. However, he didn't except for Marion to then yank him down into the cabin of the train. Brains crashes onto the floor of the train and Marion helps him up while Scott goes and closes the hatch now everyone was inside.
"Hi. We're International Rescue," Scott says walking up behind up behind the driver, causing him to turn around at the trio.
"I don't recognize you," the guy says indicating towards Marion.
"We're recruiting," Scott shrugs as an explanation. Marion gives a small smile and looks over to were Brains, who suddenly charges over to Scott and the driver in a panic.
"Negative to positive," Brains breathes leaning towards the driver and then Scott before looking over to the driver again, "Positive to negative."
"Not sure I'm glad to see you," the driver comments.
Brains gets to work right away and mumbles to himself as he looks at the different parts, "Okay, the voltage scan checks out and the conductor nodes have been bypassed."
"Once he's in his element, he's fine," Scott explains to the driver.
"If you say so," the driver replies uncertain.
"We'll be slowing down in 3... 2... 1," Brains says and presses the controller. Yet nothing happens. Scott and Marion look around as Brains shakes the controller, "Come on. In 3... 2—" but is cut off as the electricity fizzes causing him to drop the controller, "Ow!" He kneels back down. "It should've worked," Brains says to Scott, "It was the trains computer. There's no other explanation. Scott, I did everything I—"
"Ok, I get it. It wasn't your fault, but we still need to slow down, or we'll hit that train," Scott states.
"What's your plan B?" Marion asks.
"Plan B?" Brains questions.
The train continues along the track. The driver returns to his seat, Scott following, holding his radio communicator on his grey sash. Looking out the window, they can see that they are rapidly approaching the back of the red passenger train.
"Thunderbird 5, can we be switched to another track?" Scott asks.
John turns away from the holo-map, pulling a yellow circle around with him to bring up a diagram of the train track lines. He looks at the red line with has a switching point up ahead, but it is relatively far away, and they are catching up on the red circle representing the passenger train. "There is a switching point ahead of you but—"
"Will we hit the other train before we can get there?" Marion asks.
"With you at full throttle, 'fraid so," John sighs, "But if you could slow down, even just a little..."
"There's no way. I tried," the driver interjects overhearing the conversation, "Whatever is messing with the computer has us completely locked out. And it's countering every move we make."
"Let me worry about that," John says as he watches the hologram, "What about adding some more weight to the train, Scott? Maybe land Thunderbird 1 on top of it?"
"Surely it'll fall right off," Marion says.
"But that gives me an idea," Scott cries and he and Marion put their helmets back on. Scott opens the hatch and emerges with Marion beside him. He looks over to Thunderbird 1 before tapping the screen of his wrist controller to bring it to life. A hologram of Thunderbird 1 appears which he twists around. He and Marion have to duck as Thunderbird 1 turns 180 degrees. He turns the motors on the hologram, which causes Thunderbird 1's engines to speed up with their activation.
"Scott, whatever you are doing is having an effect," John says.
"I'm using Thunderbird 1's thrusters to slow down the train," Scott explains.
"Ah, but it's not enough. Can you give it more thrust?" John asks. Scott holds down on his wrist controller which increases the thrust again. Marion turns around and holds onto the train as she looks towards the passenger train, which they are still gaining on, but is amazed that they're slowing down. Unbeknownst to them, the bar the zipline is attached to begins to creak and break away.
"It's working! More, Scott, more!" John says.
"This is brilliant, why didn't we think of this before?" Marion asks. Finally, the bar connected to the zipline breaks off sending Thunderbird 1 flying forward. Scott, who has been stood with one foot on the hatch and the other on the other side of the bar, tips backwards before regaining his balance again. He puts his hand to the forehead of his helmet and tries to keep his eyes on Thunderbird 1.
"Ah! That's why," Scott growls as Thunderbird 1 vanishes into the distance.
Marion watches as the runaway train accelerates again towards the back end of the passenger train once more and winces.
"Scott, I'm controlling the switcher from up here now. And the minute the other train passes it, I'm gonna put you on the other track," John says.
"Not the minute, John, the instant," Scott says, and the train continues to speed up.
While John stands ready with the remote to the signal. The runaway train gains quickly to the passenger train, with the nose of the runaway creeping ever close to the rear cab of the passenger train. Scott grits his teeth as they approach the passenger train. Luckily, just when it looks like the two trains are going to touch, the passenger train passes the switching point, allowing John to flick the switch just in time. Scott and Marion turn and lean against the train with a sigh as the passenger continues safety on its way down the mainline. The runaway is now on the branch line and knowing they were safe for now, Scott and Marion jump back down into the cab.
"Scott," John calls.
"Yeah?" Scott replies.
"Remember when you asked if there was a switch up ahead and I said there was, but...?" John trails. John is still looking at the diagram where a new exclamation marked triangle is incessantly beeping the background. The red track marked out leads to Unabara City, which has a label displaying 'Population 1.3 M'. "Well here's the rest. The track you're on now leads to Unabara City's main terminal."
"And right at rush hour," Marion realises.
"Any luck getting past that virus or whatever it is, John?" Scott asks.
"It's definitely not a virus," John confirms, "It's almost like it's thinking for itself."
"The Hood's up to something, I'm telling you!" Alan interrupts, jumping into the call again.
"No, it's too sophisticated for him and why am I talking to you?" John asks, "Aren't you supposed to be doing your lessons?" Alan's call is cut off once again. "I've tried everything I can think of to scrub it out from the system," John continues, turning his attention back to the group on the train, "It's almost as if it has a mind of its own."
"Yeah," Scott chuckles, pressing down on his sash to respond, "Kinda like Alan."
"Scott! Marion!" Brains calls from down below.
"Gotta go, John," Scott states and ends the call.
"We don't need the computer," Brains informs, "I think I can stop the train another way. I mean, I think you can."
"Uh-oh," Scott mutters as he climbs down the stairs to where Brains is sitting in front of all the system modules.
"It won't be easy," Brains informs, "There'll be a lot to remember."
"Don't worry. He'll pay attention," Marion smiles before turning to face Scott, "Won't you Scott?"
"I'll take notes," Scott sighs as he turns on the notepad recorder on his wrist communicator.
"Good," Brains nods.
April 17th, 2060 - 18:47 JST
The trains speeds towards the city as the last of the evening sunlight disappears in a purple glow over the horizon. Scott has used his grapple gun to attach a line to the roof of the train and connected it to his tool belt. He reaches down into one of the pockets and pulls out his laser gun before throwing himself off the side of the train, so he is dangling beside a red control box. Pulling the laser gun up to the panel, he switches it on and cuts around the outside of the lid, which does flying off in the wind. Scott works inside the panel as he moves around some of the wires. Once he is confident they are attached properly, he pulls himself back up the side of the train and throws himself through the open hatch into the cab. Inside, Marion and Brains had set up inside.
"Brains?" Scott questions.
"The computer program," Brains groans, "It's bypassed the b-bypass. I'll need to rewire the system pathways by hand."
"Alright," Marion mutters to Scott and inches slowly away up to the drivers seat and away from what Brains is doing. Once she's reached the driver, she taps him on the shoulder. "Where's the power cut-off?"
"Over there," the driver points, over to a large red button that is covered by a large yellow warning panel, to avoid a driver accidently pressing it when the train is in usual service. "Under that cover," the driver continues as Marion's hand inches towards it, "But if you press it…"
"I know," Marion grimaces, "Brick wall."
April 17th, 2060 - 21:56 NZST
Back on Tracy Island, Alan is coming to the end of his lesson. When he sees the green checkmark appear in the corner of the screen he sits back in relief and immediately calls John to inform him of the news and to see whether he can finally be involved in the mission.
"John?" Alan calls.
"Alan, I told you," John warns.
"It's okay. I finished my lesson," Alan says, "And I know all about game theory now. Turns out it's just a bunch of math."
"Oh, wonderful." John smiles.
"But it got me thinking," Alan continues, "Whatever that thing is in the computer... John, I'm pretty sure it wants to play a game with you."
"Alan!" John says shocked but then realises, "A game?"
"John you still there?" Alan asks but gets no response.
John, isn't there. Instead, he abandons the holographic image of the runaway train as it closes in on the city terminal. He charges out of the mission control room and a hatch opens in the holo-globe that reveals one of the gravity tubes that takes him straight to the gravity ring. He runs along the corridor of the gravity ring and enters the signal room, that picks up the distress calls. In the corner of the room there is the virus program, similar to one Alan was studying earlier. "You wanna play? Let's play." John starts to manipulate the display by hand and the image, that was previously green, turns red.
April 17th, 2060 - 19:09 JST
On the ground, the runaway train had now entered the city. Tower blocks gaze down either side of the railway line as they approach the big city terminus. Brains is still down below manipulating the wires in order to get past the computer bypass. Scott and Marion pace together on the balcony above him, with a very tense driver behind them. Suddenly, the International Rescue symbol on Marion's grey sash starts flashing and she answers the call.
"Good news, Thunderbird 1," John responds, "The control of the train's computer has been restored."
"That's great, John! How?" Marion asks.
"The thing that was in it, this… artificial intelligence, it had game architecture, and when it thought that I was willing to play, it got distracted just long enough for me to get past it," John explains, "You'll have control of the train now."
"That may be a bit of a problem, Thunderbird 5," Scott winces as he looks down at the sea of disconnected cables below him.
"Brains, we need you to hook everything back up the way it was," Marion says.
"Very quickly," Scott orders as he makes his way down the stairs to get to him.
"How quickly is very quickly?" Brains asks.
"You can do it. I know you can. All it takes is a little confidence," Scott tells him.
"Confidence isn't the problem. T-T-Time is. I don't work well under pressure," Brains explains.
"Then I'll do this myself," Scott says and picks up two of the wires and goes to plug them together. Brains quickly reaches towards him, and he leans back slightly to try and move out of the way.
"Scott! Stop!" Brains cries and grabs the wire from Scott's left hand, "You can't connect those two, are you trying to get us all killed?"
The train passes the second last signal post. Brains starts putting the control units back into their secure holds. Marion cannot bear to watch Brains at work and her hand hovers over the power cut off button.
"If we do it," the driver stammers, "It's gotta be before be get to the last signal post. Once we pass it, it'll be too late."
Scott walks away from Brains' work and sees the last signal post in front of them and gulps. He shares a troubled look with Marion and the driver. Marion, fear evident in her eyes, though you won't suspect it due to her body language, slightly nods towards Scott. The oldest Tracy sighs and lifts the cover of the power button and goes to press it. However, Brains' hand comes flying in from behind him and slaps it away.
"Stop!" Brains shouts.
"I'm sorry," Scott sighs, "There's no other way."
"Yes there is," Brains fires back, "All you need is a little confidence, in me."
Brains turns and goes back to his work, just as they pass the last signal post. Sweat starts trickling down on the driver's forehead as he grips tightly onto the brake leaver, ready to pull it down as soon as Brains had finished putting everything back into place. They approach the station entrance as he puts the last box in. The driver yanks the brake level. The train comes to a slowed halt just in time to connect with the buffers safely. The door opens and Brains exits first onto the platform, followed by Scott, Marion and the driver. The station tone beeps.
"We made it!" Brains celebrates, "I've never b-been so happy to be on the ground in my entire life."
"Looks like you had it in you after all," the driver congratulates as a bearded man in a suit comes charging into the terminal.
"Hey!" Marion yells, "What's wrong?"
"It's a disaster," the man complains, "My taxi was ten minutes late and now I'm going to miss the season finale of celebrity alligator wrestling."
"The fuck?" Scott questions as the man rushes off once again.
April 17th, 2060 - 22:18 NZST
It is very late once Scott, Marion and Brains return to Tracy Island. When they enter the lounge, they find Alan in his usual seat, with Kayo sprawled out across the couch, her head resting on Alan's lap as she sleeps. Alan has his holo-projector resting on the arm of the couch as he looks over the game theory details that he had learnt earlier in the day.
"You guys, okay?" Alan asks.
"Yeah, thanks to you," Scott says.
"See, you should have let me go," Alan shrugs.
"If I'd let you go, you never would have been able to figure out that game thing," Scott responds nonchalantly causing Alan to look down, "John told us."
"I might have," Alan responds.
"Guys, I captured a little piece of the AI's code before it self-deleted itself," John states, as his hologram appears in front of everyone.
"Any idea where it came from?" Scott asks.
"The Hood I'll bet," Alan says.
"No, not him." John says, "I think it might have come from me."
"Seriously!" Marion cries.
"It's old code, but it's definitely mine," John says, "Somehow its... evolved."
"What does it want?" Alan asks.
"As best as I can tell? To play," John answers.
"Well, that's some game it was playing," Scott scowls, "Let's hope if we ever see it again, that it'll be a little more... playful."
"Let's hope," John responds, "I'm trying to track it down."
"Good id—" Scott begins but sniffs the area as a refreshing smell enters the room, "Idea. Alan, what's that smell?"
"Beats me. It's been around all day," Alan informs, "I've never smelled anything like it."
"It's food. Good food! But who could have made it?" Scott asks as Sally and Max comes towards them.
"I did, but I had a little help," Sally says and looks at Max. Brains greets Max and heads down to his lab to talk about his adventure, "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted."
"Hey, that looks good," Scott says.
"Wow, hot apple pie!" Alan smirks rubbing his hands together.
"I don't know where to start," Marion comments.
"You'll start with one of my freshly baked cookies. Go ahead, take two," Sally says and Scott grabs one along with Alan while Marion stands there amused.
"F-A-B," Scott says and takes a bit almost spitting it out, "Hmm. Really good Grandma. Really good. Best yet." He then starts chocking on it and whispers. "Argh, oh. Tastes like a foot."
"Urgh," Alan says.