French Narrator: Welcome to Chicago. A normally peaceful sanctuary. Today, it will be transformed into a theater of pure horror, wherein our little girl friend will play the starring role.

(Cut to the outskirts of the city, zooming out to reveal El Luchador, a wild-eyed villain in a colorful wrestling mask, standing next to a gleaming machine labeled "Duplicatotron 3000.")

El Luchador: Today's the big day! I have devised an ingenious plan to finally steal the Krabby Patty formula. And if Chicago happens to get demolished in the process, oh well. Hehehehe! With my brand new Duplicatotron 3000, I'll clone an army of robots that will wreak mayhem and destruction at my command.

(He conducts a final review of a crumpled checklist.)

El Luchador: Let's see… Item number one: Is El Luchador a genius? Answer: Yes! Okay, checklist complete.

(With a dramatic flourish, he throws a switch. The Duplicatotron roars to life, and a series of awkward-looking Fodder robots tumble out of the machine.)

El Luchador: Welcome, my perfectly obedient robot army!

(He pauses as a cloud of dust envelops him, causing him to cough violently. Peering through the haze, he notices the Fodders gathering around him.)

El Luchador: Uh, hey. Hello? What do you think you're doing?

(Confused, he turns to see that he forgot to switch the Duplicatotron to "Obey El Luchador." The Fodders, instead of obeying, carry him instead, tossing him ignominiously out of the village.)

El Luchador: NO! No, wait! But I'm your master! I made you! No, no… Arggghh!

(Cut to Sweetie Belle's house, where Sweetie Belle and her friend Mash Buttons are engrossed in a game of toys.)

Sweetie Belle: Another perfect day playing robots and racehorses!

Mash Buttons: Yeah, only I keep getting the racehorses and the robots mixed up.

Sweetie Belle: Wouldn't it be great if we had real robots to play with, Mash Buttons? I'd name mine Robo Junior. Or Zorlon. Or maybe Frankie!

Mash Buttons: Yeah, these unreal robots are getting boring. Hey, what if we put the toy robots in here?

Sweetie Belle: Oh, how shell-fish of you!

Mash Buttons: It's not just any shell, it's my magic wishing shell!

Sweetie Belle: Wow! That's great, Mash Buttons!

(The two friends excitedly drop their toy robots into the shell.)

Mash Buttons: So we put the toy robots in here, then we say the magic wishing words. And shake the magic wishing shell!

Sweetie Belle: Okay, what are the words?

Mash Buttons: You already did.

Sweetie Belle: So "okay" is the magic wishing word?

Mash Buttons: It used to be a mouthful, but this is simpler.

Sweetie Belle: Are you sure this'll work?

Mash Buttons: Sure! Last week I made a cookie crumb wish and I had lots of little cookie crumbs in the morning!

Sweetie Belle: Mash Buttons, I proclaim tomorrow is going to be the best day ever!

(Later that night, as a Fodder robot lurks ominously in the shadows outside of Sweetie Belle's house…)

French Narrator: And now… The next morning.

(The alarm rings, pulling Sweetie Belle from sleep. She stretches, yawning and singing to herself.)

Sweetie Belle: Gonna play with robots, gonna play with robots, gonna play with—

(A sudden crash interrupts her song. She hops out of bed, alert now.)

Sweetie Belle: Whoa! Uh, Spike, did you do that?

Spike: Woof! (He tilts his head, eyes wide with innocence.)