"So, how is the team gonna split?" BF asked, opening the door of Grissom's fridge and looking for the milk inside while holding an empty glass.
"The girls over there have just decided they'll trake Ty to Switzerland and the rest of us will go to Australia," Phil said, "so there's no sense in discussing it, really..."
"Right. Nothing can change that line-up now..." BF started pouring the milk into the glass... only it was falling in the wrong direction. Ben watched in awe as the milk coming out of the carton he was holding hit the ceiling. "What the...?"
Grissom tried to say something, but he soon realized little clouds of cotton candy were coming out of his mouth instead of words.
"Oh, no..." Phil said, as the windows turned into transparent thin jelly and flies started bumping into each other.
"Robo Squirrel is scared and confused. Beep?"
"Calm down, little buddy," BF said, sensing the distress in his friend's electronic voice. "Now, what the hell is going on?!" He turned to Grissom and Phil. "And why are you two so calm?!"
Phil looked like he had a headache. He didn't, but it looked that way. Griss let out a cloud of cotton candy and shrugged.
Suddenly, the door to Griss' pantry flew open, and four or five cupcakes came flying out. A plastic keychain with the face of a cartoon dog, that for some reason was on top of the table near the entrance, flew in the same direction as the cupcakes in great speed. A pair of Brianna's panties came from upstairs and joined the party. Finally, Phil's shoelaces untied themselves and levitated, while Smith sighed and shook his head.
All these elements and many more converged in the middle of Grissom's kitchen and formed a small whirlwind. The Vanguardians watched as the whirlwind grew in size and speed, the colors mixing to produce a darkish brown. They covered their eyes as purple lightning bolts started coming from inside it, until...
It stopped. From one second to the other, the whirlwind was replaced by floating man wearing a black spandex suit and a trenchcoat the same color as the whirlwind. His long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and he lowered his bearded face to look at the people in the kitchen.
"Knock, knock."
Brute Force was the only one brave enough to respond. "Who... Who's there?"
"Ian."
"I-Ian who...?"
"I an MXY!"
