Robo Squirrel was in front of the steel door the Vanguardians had just disappeared through, using the propeller underneath his gleaming silver tail to keep himself hovering a few feet in the air. He reached out a shiny paw and pressed the button labelled 'OPEN', and hovered there for a moment as the door swung open in front of him.
With a burst of force from his propeller, he propelled through the door.
On the other side, he found the five current members of Vanguard Not-Really International standing, dumbfounded, in a Victorian style hallway.
"Robo Squirrel senses you are dumbfounded," Robo Squirrel says.
"Oh, crap, don't tell me..." Phil Smith said, still facing away from the squirrel. Phil turned around. "...oh, crap."
"That thing? Again?" Ed said, somewhat surprised to see the robot in this bizarre place.
"The five bio-forms constituing current membership of Vanguard International left the island of La Perdita. Robo Squirrel demands situation report!"
"You 'demand'"? Rama Avatar asked, taken aback.
"...what the hell is a 'bio-form'?" Brianna said.
"SITUATION REPORT!"
"Well, Robo Squirrel... we definitely aint in Kansas anymore," Phil said, gesturing towards the window.
"We were not previously in Kansas. We were off the coast of La Perdita. Exactly seven hundred and four miles from Kansas," Robo Squirrel replied.
"It's an expression, Robo Squirrel," Brianna said.
"Wait, La Perdita isn't seven hundred and four miles from Kansas..." Phil said.
"Yes it is!"
"No it's not! You're just making this stuff up!"
"ROBO SQUIRREL'S CALCULATIONS ARE PERFECT!"
