Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): So, we meet again, Mister Carver... Please have a seat. Oh, wait that's a little tricky when you're upside down.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): You're very funny, sir.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): I hear that a lot. I'm a born entertainer... Want to see a magic trick? (to Hiiri) Are you missing something? Take a guess... One hint, it's bigger than a breadbox.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): What's your game, von Clegg?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): People keep asking me that... it's shuffleboard. Why don't you shuffle yourself on to the dock? I want to show you something.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Oh, very well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage...
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): Yes, yes I do... Say cheese.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Cheese? ... You blew up my ship. I am so going to make you pay f---
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): HAHAHA, I just made your boss disappear. The look on Hiiri's face. Priceless. Want to see the picture?
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): It seems you put us out of a job, sir.
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Yes, and if you don't behave, I'm going to drop a house on you... and by house, I mean, a safe full of henchmen.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Behave, sir? We've never been anything but polite. Other Carver can be a bit testy at time, but I keep him in line, sir.
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Figure of speech, young man. Ever thought about joining an "evil" organization, Mister Carver? I'm an equal opportunity villain. We have a wonderful brainwas-- training program for teen offenders. We could have you rising through the ranks of the assassination & political division in no time.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Interesting offer, sir. We really don't have anyplace else to go, do we? Does it matter if we're not quite a teen offender, sir?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): I think we can work something out... I mean, it's either that or I drop you into the pit of crocodiles... and I generally try not to commit more than one murder before I've had my coffee... So, think of this as the first day of the rest of your life... And, go see the gentleman outside the door for your uniform and room assignment, young Mister Carver.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir. Does this mean you'll cut us down, sir?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Oh no, not at all... Consider this your entrance exam. Toodles.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir.
A short time later:
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Sweeties, sorry to bother you, but I thought you should know that Hiiri's dead.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh. That's... wait. WHAT?
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Apparently, someone blew up her ship & then dropped a safe on her... I'm still trying to find out the details. The only reason I even know was that I was on board my ship at the docks.
Poppy (to Percy): That's amazing...
Vincent (to Percy): What about Carver? Not to sound like a Bad News Betty, but have we confirmed she's dead? I mean, she is an automaton.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): There's no sign of him, as of yet... So, he may have been on board the ship. And, she's in pieces, plus I'm on my way to grab her neural processor, so even if someone rebuilds her, she won't be Hiiri.
Vincent (to Percy): Be careful, Percy. And thanks for letting us know.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Will do, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that is wonderful news, honey... Now, we just have the issue of our houseguest to deal with today.
Vincent (to Poppy): Quite. I guess your brother really did have a plan.
Poppy (to Vincent): I guess so... I should probably send him some cookies. I mean, what else do you do to say thank you for stopping a crazed robot from killing my boyfriend? It's not covered in the etiquette books I've read.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I don't suppose it is. So, any ideas about how we can get Victor to head home?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, he said he was only staying until he knew we were all okay... So, maybe now that Hiiri is out of the picture, he'll go willingly... Though, he's probably going to be disappointed that he didn't get to have an adventure. I mean, besides time traveling and potentially disrupting the future because he prevented something from happening... I'm sure he meant well, but I can't help feeling like there's more to it, that he can't or won't tell us.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I feel the same way. What's even MORE annoying is that Mouse and Eep figured out how he's connected to us. But she promised she wouldn't say anything. I couldn't help but notice her promise didn't extent to teasing me about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I think that's what family is for, honey... And, can you honestly say that you wouldn't tease her about it? I mean, if the shoe was on the other foot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah, well, it's funny when it's not me.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, you're sexy when you're all indignant, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh yeah? Well, you're just plain sexy.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm not going to argue with you... Honey, do you smell coffee? And, bacon?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I do. What the what?
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Good morning.
Vincent (to Victor): You're making breakfast? Are...Are those biscuits?
Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Yes. I hope you don't mind.
Poppy (to Victor): Honey, that smells divine... you clearly have many talents... Very mysterious.
Victor (to Poppy): Heh. It's only bacon and eggs. My parents always insisted I know how to do things for myself.
Poppy (to Victor): Well, that is good advice, honey... I think Vincent is about to cry over those biscuits, though. (to Vincent) Do you want some coffee, lover? I'm grabbing myself a cup.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. That would be great, hun.
Victor (to Vincent): What? Is everything OK? Why are you staring?
Poppy (to Vincent): Here you go, honey... You've got that look on your face. What are you thinking?
Vincent (to Poppy): Do I? Sorry. I'm just wondering what we're going to do about the O'Malley's and Drake. (to Victor) Hiiri was killed today.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): What? Wow. How did that happen?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you really think they're going to be trouble now that Hiiri is out of the picture? (to Victor) We think it was CLANNG... Percy told us that her ship exploded and then a safe fell on her. And, it was thanks to your information, so thank you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): O'Malley might be. I can't image Drake would go out of his way to make trouble for us. I mean, why would he?
Victor (to Poppy): A... a SAFE fell on her? Are you sure it was CLANNG and not Wile E. Coyote who took her out?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... You didn't by any chance, kiss his son, daughter or do some other ridiculous thing to upset him, honey? If not, then we really only have O'Malley to deal with... and I'm not sure how to fix that. (to Victor) The current leader of CLANNG has a very Loony Tunes sense of humor.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha.
Victor (to Poppy): Yeah. I guess so. Wow. That's a bit different from how it is in my time. The current director is rather nightmarish.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... Sorry, lover. You know, I'm just teasing. (to Victor) Well, that's a terrifying thought... on so many levels. Anyway, since it looks like Hiiri has been taken care of, you can probably go home, now... unless, there's something else.
Victor (to Poppy): Oh. I... I don't know. I mean, when I left, Hiiri had killed Molly, Bernard and Jacob, so now I'm not sure what... OH! Uh... I probably shouldn't have said that.
Poppy (to Victor): Oh god... (to Vincent & Victor) I think I need some fresh air...
Vincent (to Victor): Fat Christ! (to Poppy) Are you OK, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll be fine... just a little shaken. (to Victor) Okay, Victor... Who the hell are you? I know I was trying to be nice about all of this, but not many folks know about my family... and you're clearly not telling us something.
Victor (to Poppy): I... I'm not sure if I can say anything, or I mean, if I SHOULD say... I mean...
Vincent (to Poppy): He's our kid, hun. (to Victor) I mean, I am right, aren't I, Victor?
Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): Uh...
Poppy (to Vincent & Victor): Heh... Why am I not as surprised as I should be, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Because this is just the way our lives go, lover.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Uh... So, you guys aren't totes...I mean, completely freaked?
Vincent (to Victor): A little, but this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me this year.
Poppy (to Victor & Vincent): That is so true... Besides, you have a lot of Vincent's mannerisms & you made a couple references that made me a little suspicious, so I've been watching you like a hawk, trying to work out who you were. So, is Hiiri the only reason you came back here? Or is there something else, honey? Are we dead? Do we hate each other? Because, I can't imagine that older us would be happy about you coming back here, if we knew what you were doing.
Vincent (to Victor & Poppy): Plus, you made biscuits. A good southern boy knows his family biscuit recipe when he tastes it.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): No, you and Dad are still together. Sad sometimes, and Dad has that weird scar on his face that I'm not sure he'll get now... And, um, no. You don't know what I'm doing. In fact, you're firmly against it.
Poppy (to Victor): Well, you do realize, honey, that by messing with the past, your present may have changed? And, not necessarily for the better... You took a really big, dumb risk in coming here. This is one of the reasons why time travel research is forbidden in Britannia. Even Tesla agreed with the ruling and he generally hates it when people tell him he can't do something.
Victor (to Poppy): I know. I know! And I know one of all the reasons you didn't want me coming here... the biggest one is you didn't want anyone knowing I can manipulate the portals. Someone will kidnap or want to dissect me! "It's too dangerous, Victor! You're not worth the risk, Victor!" But I could help! And I DID help! Your friends are alive, Dad doesn't get hurt... How could I NOT do something?
Poppy (to Victor): Wow... I have no words... (to Vincent) You're awfully quiet...
Vincent (to Poppy): I know. I'm furious that our kid would take such a dumb shit risk, and amused, because... Well, he's DEFINITELY my son.
Poppy (to Vincent): Indeed, he is... So, what do we do now? (to Victor) Look, we appreciate what you've done. I mean, it would be terrible to lose Bernard, Molly & Jacob... I mean ,who would take care of Persephone & a countless other sad things... no, don't tell me. But, the longer you're here, the more potential changes to the timeline could happen. And, are you prepared to go home & discover that things are different from how you left them?
Victor (to Poppy): I know. And I know things are going to be different. But... I don't know. I had to try.
Poppy (to Victor): Okay, this is going to be a little weird, but c'mere, honey... you look like you could use a hug.
Victor (to Poppy): Thank you. I guess I should go home. Oh! You guys are going to give me hell when I get home, aren't you?
Poppy (to Victor): More than likely... But I'm sure it's because we care. Do you want Vincent to give you a ride to the portal? (to Vincent)
Victor (to Poppy): Oh. Yes. That would be nice, thank you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry to volunteer you, honey, but I know how you are about letting other people drive your car.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Heh. Somehow I don't think you're sorry at all. Especially since you're one of the few people I do let drive my car.
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine, then... I'll drive him.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm just teasing you, hun. I'll drop Victor off.
Poppy (to Vincent): You're wonderful... I'm going to tidy up the kitchen while you're gone. (to Victor) It was very nice to meet you, Victor. I'm glad to know that a kid of mine turns out okay.
Victor (to Poppy): Well, I'd like to think of myself as more than OK.
Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, well you certainly got a good healthy dose of self-confidence, that's for sure. :-) Take care of yourself, Victor & safe journey home. (to Vincent) And, I'll see you when you get back, lover.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Thank you. It was, uh, interesting meeting you two, and I mean that in a good way. (to Poppy) Bye, Mom. I mean, Poppy. I mean... Uh... Good bye.
Vincent (to Poppy): See you soon, lover.
A couple minutes later:
Victor (to Vincent): So, uh, you're really mad at me, aren't you? You've barely said anything.
Vincent (to Victor): Hmm? Oh. No, not really, actually. Is that a thing I do? When I'm older, I mean? Heh. I don't really have the patience to do that right now. So, do you want to drive?
Victor (to Vincent): Wait... What? You would let me drive? Your car? THIS car?
Vincent (to Victor): I'm assuming I taught you to drive. TELL ME I taught you how to drive a stick shift. Good heavens! What kind of dad am I?
Victor (to Vincent): No, I know how to drive a stick shit. Heh. Yes, you insisted I learn.
Vincent (to Victor): Well, I'm guessing by your reaction, I don't have this car in your time, which is TRAGIC by the by... So, if you want to drive it, now is your chance.
Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Wow. Yeah. I would love to. So you're really not mad at me?
Vincent (to Victor): No. I would have done the same thing in your shoes. I mean, Dad Me is probably going to be PISSED, don't doubt it, but Poppy and I don't have a lot in the way of family and friends, so it means a lot that you wanted to help us protect them. So thanks.
Victor (to Vincent): Oh, um, you're welcome. And thanks for letting drive the Impala. This is...an AMAZING car.
Vincent (to Victor): You're welcome. You took a REALLY big chance to help us. I hope Dad Me remembers that. I also hope your timeline isn't too fucked up.
Victor (to Vincent): Thanks, Dad. Uh, I mean, Vincent.
Vincent (to Victor): Be careful, kiddo!
A little while later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. I'm back.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey... so, that was something, huh?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my God, YES! ...So, you and I have a kid sometime in the future apparently.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... Yes. No. Maybe... That's what I was trying to tell him... by coming back here, he might be canceling out his own existence, because now we know this information & it's going to change the way we think about things... I'm surprised future me didn't tell him that... or maybe, he's just hardheaded like his parents. He might get back to his own time and discover that we separated before we had him or that we had a girl instead. There's just too many variables... I wish I knew he was okay.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I do too. He risked more than his life to help us save Bernard, Molly and the Professor... I guess we owe it to him to stay together. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes we should do it for him. It was nice to hear that we were still together, though part of me was dying to know how old we were, but then that might be too much future knowledge.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, holy crap! I KNOW! Me too. Still, though... How awesome was our kid? I mean, he was a bit of pompous ass. He must get that from his mother. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes clearly it was all my fault. You should have seen him flirting with the ladies at Drac's while you were working the other night. I swear it was like watching you, if he had been in Britannia, all his drinks would have been paid for. I always suspected we made a good team, honey. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I KNOW we make a good team, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I don't know about you, honey, but I think I'm going to drag the TV into my bedroom & watch movies and perhaps not leave the bed for the next few days. Care to join me, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You know you can get me to do almost anything when you call me lover. That sounds divine, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I should really use that to my advantage... ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): I hope you do.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, perhaps a backrub, lover? I mean, this has been a stressful week. I'm all in knots. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Ask and ye shall receive.
Meanwhile:
Mouse: Why on earth are Thomas & Camille sitting on the porch staring in the apartment? That is so weird.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Uhhh... what's with the two sets of little eyes staring at us?
Mouse (to Eep): I have no idea... How did they even get outside? I'll go grab 'em and bring back over to Wanda... or not. Where did they go?
Eep (to Mouse): Those little fuckers! It looks like the kitchen window is open. That's how they're getting in and out.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, Otto did say they were smart... Meanwhile, the parents are just lounging around like they own the place. Typical. And, can I just say that you amaze & impress me... You have taken all of this weird stuff in stride, lately.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda think that's how cats are. Um... What do you mean "taken all this stuff in stride."
Mouse (to Eep): Our weird twilight zone existence... you know, super smart cats, my nephew from the future, etc... I'm just impressed, if this weirdness was happening when we first met, I think you would have reacted differently. I'm trying to give you a compliment, Felix my love.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Uh... Heh. Well, uh, thanks.
Mouse (to Eep): You are very welcome... Now, can I see what you've been working on in the studio for the last couple weeks?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um... Yeah. Sure. Just promise not to, um... Well, you'll see.
A couple minutes later:
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Wow...
Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, you're not mad? Or weirded out?
Mouse (to Eep): Why would I be mad? It's wonderful... I'm really touched.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, are you really? It's not, like, creepy or anything? Cause I was worried it might be a little creepy.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't be silly! You're talented and If I do say so myself, you picked a very attractive subject. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, I have to agree with the bit about the subject. So it's not like stalkerish or anything?
Mouse (to Eep): I think it's sweet. No one has ever painted me before. At least, I'm assuming that's me... cuz I'm an egomaniac. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No, it's you. Does it not look like you? I, uh... Well. I wanted to paint you.
Mouse (to Eep): I was just kidding, it looks like me... Actually, it looks like a better version of me. I love it.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, honestly, I'd have to say I MUCH prefer the original.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh well, that's good... I'm glad you love me even with all of my numerous flaws... like, the fact that I'm very prone to exaggeration. So, can I have it when you're done?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Yeah. It's for you. If you want it, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I want it... I think it should go over the mantle in the living room... Oh... wait... that might be a little weird... Nope... totally putting it there. Thank you, thank you, Felix. I love you.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I love you too. Which is, you know, why I painted it. I'm, um, I'm really glad you like it.
Mouse (to Eep): You are silly. I can't believe you didn't think I would like it. C'mere you.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, glad to hear it.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): You're very funny, sir.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): I hear that a lot. I'm a born entertainer... Want to see a magic trick? (to Hiiri) Are you missing something? Take a guess... One hint, it's bigger than a breadbox.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): What's your game, von Clegg?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): People keep asking me that... it's shuffleboard. Why don't you shuffle yourself on to the dock? I want to show you something.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Oh, very well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage...
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): Yes, yes I do... Say cheese.
Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Cheese? ... You blew up my ship. I am so going to make you pay f---
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): HAHAHA, I just made your boss disappear. The look on Hiiri's face. Priceless. Want to see the picture?
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): It seems you put us out of a job, sir.
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Yes, and if you don't behave, I'm going to drop a house on you... and by house, I mean, a safe full of henchmen.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Behave, sir? We've never been anything but polite. Other Carver can be a bit testy at time, but I keep him in line, sir.
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Figure of speech, young man. Ever thought about joining an "evil" organization, Mister Carver? I'm an equal opportunity villain. We have a wonderful brainwas-- training program for teen offenders. We could have you rising through the ranks of the assassination & political division in no time.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Interesting offer, sir. We really don't have anyplace else to go, do we? Does it matter if we're not quite a teen offender, sir?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): I think we can work something out... I mean, it's either that or I drop you into the pit of crocodiles... and I generally try not to commit more than one murder before I've had my coffee... So, think of this as the first day of the rest of your life... And, go see the gentleman outside the door for your uniform and room assignment, young Mister Carver.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir. Does this mean you'll cut us down, sir?
Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Oh no, not at all... Consider this your entrance exam. Toodles.
Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir.
A short time later:
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Sweeties, sorry to bother you, but I thought you should know that Hiiri's dead.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh. That's... wait. WHAT?
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Apparently, someone blew up her ship & then dropped a safe on her... I'm still trying to find out the details. The only reason I even know was that I was on board my ship at the docks.
Poppy (to Percy): That's amazing...
Vincent (to Percy): What about Carver? Not to sound like a Bad News Betty, but have we confirmed she's dead? I mean, she is an automaton.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): There's no sign of him, as of yet... So, he may have been on board the ship. And, she's in pieces, plus I'm on my way to grab her neural processor, so even if someone rebuilds her, she won't be Hiiri.
Vincent (to Percy): Be careful, Percy. And thanks for letting us know.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Will do, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that is wonderful news, honey... Now, we just have the issue of our houseguest to deal with today.
Vincent (to Poppy): Quite. I guess your brother really did have a plan.
Poppy (to Vincent): I guess so... I should probably send him some cookies. I mean, what else do you do to say thank you for stopping a crazed robot from killing my boyfriend? It's not covered in the etiquette books I've read.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I don't suppose it is. So, any ideas about how we can get Victor to head home?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, he said he was only staying until he knew we were all okay... So, maybe now that Hiiri is out of the picture, he'll go willingly... Though, he's probably going to be disappointed that he didn't get to have an adventure. I mean, besides time traveling and potentially disrupting the future because he prevented something from happening... I'm sure he meant well, but I can't help feeling like there's more to it, that he can't or won't tell us.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I feel the same way. What's even MORE annoying is that Mouse and Eep figured out how he's connected to us. But she promised she wouldn't say anything. I couldn't help but notice her promise didn't extent to teasing me about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I think that's what family is for, honey... And, can you honestly say that you wouldn't tease her about it? I mean, if the shoe was on the other foot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah, well, it's funny when it's not me.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, you're sexy when you're all indignant, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh yeah? Well, you're just plain sexy.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm not going to argue with you... Honey, do you smell coffee? And, bacon?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I do. What the what?
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Good morning.
Vincent (to Victor): You're making breakfast? Are...Are those biscuits?
Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Yes. I hope you don't mind.
Poppy (to Victor): Honey, that smells divine... you clearly have many talents... Very mysterious.
Victor (to Poppy): Heh. It's only bacon and eggs. My parents always insisted I know how to do things for myself.
Poppy (to Victor): Well, that is good advice, honey... I think Vincent is about to cry over those biscuits, though. (to Vincent) Do you want some coffee, lover? I'm grabbing myself a cup.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. That would be great, hun.
Victor (to Vincent): What? Is everything OK? Why are you staring?
Poppy (to Vincent): Here you go, honey... You've got that look on your face. What are you thinking?
Vincent (to Poppy): Do I? Sorry. I'm just wondering what we're going to do about the O'Malley's and Drake. (to Victor) Hiiri was killed today.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): What? Wow. How did that happen?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you really think they're going to be trouble now that Hiiri is out of the picture? (to Victor) We think it was CLANNG... Percy told us that her ship exploded and then a safe fell on her. And, it was thanks to your information, so thank you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): O'Malley might be. I can't image Drake would go out of his way to make trouble for us. I mean, why would he?
Victor (to Poppy): A... a SAFE fell on her? Are you sure it was CLANNG and not Wile E. Coyote who took her out?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... You didn't by any chance, kiss his son, daughter or do some other ridiculous thing to upset him, honey? If not, then we really only have O'Malley to deal with... and I'm not sure how to fix that. (to Victor) The current leader of CLANNG has a very Loony Tunes sense of humor.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha.
Victor (to Poppy): Yeah. I guess so. Wow. That's a bit different from how it is in my time. The current director is rather nightmarish.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... Sorry, lover. You know, I'm just teasing. (to Victor) Well, that's a terrifying thought... on so many levels. Anyway, since it looks like Hiiri has been taken care of, you can probably go home, now... unless, there's something else.
Victor (to Poppy): Oh. I... I don't know. I mean, when I left, Hiiri had killed Molly, Bernard and Jacob, so now I'm not sure what... OH! Uh... I probably shouldn't have said that.
Poppy (to Victor): Oh god... (to Vincent & Victor) I think I need some fresh air...
Vincent (to Victor): Fat Christ! (to Poppy) Are you OK, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll be fine... just a little shaken. (to Victor) Okay, Victor... Who the hell are you? I know I was trying to be nice about all of this, but not many folks know about my family... and you're clearly not telling us something.
Victor (to Poppy): I... I'm not sure if I can say anything, or I mean, if I SHOULD say... I mean...
Vincent (to Poppy): He's our kid, hun. (to Victor) I mean, I am right, aren't I, Victor?
Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): Uh...
Poppy (to Vincent & Victor): Heh... Why am I not as surprised as I should be, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Because this is just the way our lives go, lover.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Uh... So, you guys aren't totes...I mean, completely freaked?
Vincent (to Victor): A little, but this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me this year.
Poppy (to Victor & Vincent): That is so true... Besides, you have a lot of Vincent's mannerisms & you made a couple references that made me a little suspicious, so I've been watching you like a hawk, trying to work out who you were. So, is Hiiri the only reason you came back here? Or is there something else, honey? Are we dead? Do we hate each other? Because, I can't imagine that older us would be happy about you coming back here, if we knew what you were doing.
Vincent (to Victor & Poppy): Plus, you made biscuits. A good southern boy knows his family biscuit recipe when he tastes it.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): No, you and Dad are still together. Sad sometimes, and Dad has that weird scar on his face that I'm not sure he'll get now... And, um, no. You don't know what I'm doing. In fact, you're firmly against it.
Poppy (to Victor): Well, you do realize, honey, that by messing with the past, your present may have changed? And, not necessarily for the better... You took a really big, dumb risk in coming here. This is one of the reasons why time travel research is forbidden in Britannia. Even Tesla agreed with the ruling and he generally hates it when people tell him he can't do something.
Victor (to Poppy): I know. I know! And I know one of all the reasons you didn't want me coming here... the biggest one is you didn't want anyone knowing I can manipulate the portals. Someone will kidnap or want to dissect me! "It's too dangerous, Victor! You're not worth the risk, Victor!" But I could help! And I DID help! Your friends are alive, Dad doesn't get hurt... How could I NOT do something?
Poppy (to Victor): Wow... I have no words... (to Vincent) You're awfully quiet...
Vincent (to Poppy): I know. I'm furious that our kid would take such a dumb shit risk, and amused, because... Well, he's DEFINITELY my son.
Poppy (to Vincent): Indeed, he is... So, what do we do now? (to Victor) Look, we appreciate what you've done. I mean, it would be terrible to lose Bernard, Molly & Jacob... I mean ,who would take care of Persephone & a countless other sad things... no, don't tell me. But, the longer you're here, the more potential changes to the timeline could happen. And, are you prepared to go home & discover that things are different from how you left them?
Victor (to Poppy): I know. And I know things are going to be different. But... I don't know. I had to try.
Poppy (to Victor): Okay, this is going to be a little weird, but c'mere, honey... you look like you could use a hug.
Victor (to Poppy): Thank you. I guess I should go home. Oh! You guys are going to give me hell when I get home, aren't you?
Poppy (to Victor): More than likely... But I'm sure it's because we care. Do you want Vincent to give you a ride to the portal? (to Vincent)
Victor (to Poppy): Oh. Yes. That would be nice, thank you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry to volunteer you, honey, but I know how you are about letting other people drive your car.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Heh. Somehow I don't think you're sorry at all. Especially since you're one of the few people I do let drive my car.
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine, then... I'll drive him.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm just teasing you, hun. I'll drop Victor off.
Poppy (to Vincent): You're wonderful... I'm going to tidy up the kitchen while you're gone. (to Victor) It was very nice to meet you, Victor. I'm glad to know that a kid of mine turns out okay.
Victor (to Poppy): Well, I'd like to think of myself as more than OK.
Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, well you certainly got a good healthy dose of self-confidence, that's for sure. :-) Take care of yourself, Victor & safe journey home. (to Vincent) And, I'll see you when you get back, lover.
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Thank you. It was, uh, interesting meeting you two, and I mean that in a good way. (to Poppy) Bye, Mom. I mean, Poppy. I mean... Uh... Good bye.
Vincent (to Poppy): See you soon, lover.
A couple minutes later:
Victor (to Vincent): So, uh, you're really mad at me, aren't you? You've barely said anything.
Vincent (to Victor): Hmm? Oh. No, not really, actually. Is that a thing I do? When I'm older, I mean? Heh. I don't really have the patience to do that right now. So, do you want to drive?
Victor (to Vincent): Wait... What? You would let me drive? Your car? THIS car?
Vincent (to Victor): I'm assuming I taught you to drive. TELL ME I taught you how to drive a stick shift. Good heavens! What kind of dad am I?
Victor (to Vincent): No, I know how to drive a stick shit. Heh. Yes, you insisted I learn.
Vincent (to Victor): Well, I'm guessing by your reaction, I don't have this car in your time, which is TRAGIC by the by... So, if you want to drive it, now is your chance.
Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Wow. Yeah. I would love to. So you're really not mad at me?
Vincent (to Victor): No. I would have done the same thing in your shoes. I mean, Dad Me is probably going to be PISSED, don't doubt it, but Poppy and I don't have a lot in the way of family and friends, so it means a lot that you wanted to help us protect them. So thanks.
Victor (to Vincent): Oh, um, you're welcome. And thanks for letting drive the Impala. This is...an AMAZING car.
Vincent (to Victor): You're welcome. You took a REALLY big chance to help us. I hope Dad Me remembers that. I also hope your timeline isn't too fucked up.
Victor (to Vincent): Thanks, Dad. Uh, I mean, Vincent.
Vincent (to Victor): Be careful, kiddo!
A little while later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. I'm back.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey... so, that was something, huh?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my God, YES! ...So, you and I have a kid sometime in the future apparently.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... Yes. No. Maybe... That's what I was trying to tell him... by coming back here, he might be canceling out his own existence, because now we know this information & it's going to change the way we think about things... I'm surprised future me didn't tell him that... or maybe, he's just hardheaded like his parents. He might get back to his own time and discover that we separated before we had him or that we had a girl instead. There's just too many variables... I wish I knew he was okay.
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I do too. He risked more than his life to help us save Bernard, Molly and the Professor... I guess we owe it to him to stay together. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes we should do it for him. It was nice to hear that we were still together, though part of me was dying to know how old we were, but then that might be too much future knowledge.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, holy crap! I KNOW! Me too. Still, though... How awesome was our kid? I mean, he was a bit of pompous ass. He must get that from his mother. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes clearly it was all my fault. You should have seen him flirting with the ladies at Drac's while you were working the other night. I swear it was like watching you, if he had been in Britannia, all his drinks would have been paid for. I always suspected we made a good team, honey. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I KNOW we make a good team, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I don't know about you, honey, but I think I'm going to drag the TV into my bedroom & watch movies and perhaps not leave the bed for the next few days. Care to join me, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You know you can get me to do almost anything when you call me lover. That sounds divine, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I should really use that to my advantage... ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): I hope you do.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, perhaps a backrub, lover? I mean, this has been a stressful week. I'm all in knots. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Ask and ye shall receive.
Meanwhile:
Mouse: Why on earth are Thomas & Camille sitting on the porch staring in the apartment? That is so weird.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Uhhh... what's with the two sets of little eyes staring at us?
Mouse (to Eep): I have no idea... How did they even get outside? I'll go grab 'em and bring back over to Wanda... or not. Where did they go?
Eep (to Mouse): Those little fuckers! It looks like the kitchen window is open. That's how they're getting in and out.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, Otto did say they were smart... Meanwhile, the parents are just lounging around like they own the place. Typical. And, can I just say that you amaze & impress me... You have taken all of this weird stuff in stride, lately.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda think that's how cats are. Um... What do you mean "taken all this stuff in stride."
Mouse (to Eep): Our weird twilight zone existence... you know, super smart cats, my nephew from the future, etc... I'm just impressed, if this weirdness was happening when we first met, I think you would have reacted differently. I'm trying to give you a compliment, Felix my love.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Uh... Heh. Well, uh, thanks.
Mouse (to Eep): You are very welcome... Now, can I see what you've been working on in the studio for the last couple weeks?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um... Yeah. Sure. Just promise not to, um... Well, you'll see.
A couple minutes later:
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Wow...
Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, you're not mad? Or weirded out?
Mouse (to Eep): Why would I be mad? It's wonderful... I'm really touched.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, are you really? It's not, like, creepy or anything? Cause I was worried it might be a little creepy.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't be silly! You're talented and If I do say so myself, you picked a very attractive subject. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, I have to agree with the bit about the subject. So it's not like stalkerish or anything?
Mouse (to Eep): I think it's sweet. No one has ever painted me before. At least, I'm assuming that's me... cuz I'm an egomaniac. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No, it's you. Does it not look like you? I, uh... Well. I wanted to paint you.
Mouse (to Eep): I was just kidding, it looks like me... Actually, it looks like a better version of me. I love it.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, honestly, I'd have to say I MUCH prefer the original.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh well, that's good... I'm glad you love me even with all of my numerous flaws... like, the fact that I'm very prone to exaggeration. So, can I have it when you're done?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Yeah. It's for you. If you want it, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I want it... I think it should go over the mantle in the living room... Oh... wait... that might be a little weird... Nope... totally putting it there. Thank you, thank you, Felix. I love you.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I love you too. Which is, you know, why I painted it. I'm, um, I'm really glad you like it.
Mouse (to Eep): You are silly. I can't believe you didn't think I would like it. C'mere you.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, glad to hear it.
