[See Hope. See Hope going through the motions of casting magic. Nothing seems to be happening though.

He looks at his hand, flexes his fingers, then looks at the brand on his arm. After considering something for a moment, draws a glowing, starburst shaped crystal from it, hold it in front of him and shouts:]

ALEXANDER!

A sigil appears on the ground and something of a minor lightshow starts up as a large castle-man falls in from seemingly nowhere. He stands up and, um, did I say large? Scratch that, Alexander only reaches to about Hope's waist.

Hope is very visibly confused at this turn of events.]

[Cambot's feed opens to show a Xion who is smiling, and not quite as reluctant to be filmed as at other times. Looks like she's on the weapons deck, she must have gone there for some training.]

So has anybody else found out if they can do things they could do at home but not here? Because while I was trying to train...

[She holds out her hand and a keyblade appears in it.]

I got my Keyblade back!

[The camera angle changes as Cambot moves to be out of range of a few practice swings. Looks like she's eager to practice with it a little. In honor of that, Eye of the Tiger can be heard in the background.

Hey, Cambot knows a chance for a good training montage when he sees it.]

[Cambot is...showing the ceiling again, though this looks like the ceiling of the rec deck. Yeah, now it's just trolling Doof.]

Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.

[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]

Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!

[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]

There. Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?

Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-

[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]

What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]

[Liz is in her room, looking over herself in the mirror as she adjusts the suit of armor she's been fitted with. Cambot adds to the mood. Once everything's in place, Liz looks up at Cambot, testing the weight of her new sword.]

You know what? This is awesome.

Cambot's clearly raring to go, what do you say we go check out the rest of the ship? I hope there's slimes or something, I could use some practice again.

[Sora's still in his camping gear, but taking a bit of a break now from some of the activities available on the nature deck. Looks like his Cambot has caught up with him, and caught him thinking over something.]

So...I gotta say, I'm still kinda confused. What exactly happened to you, 90s Kid? I mean, we all thought that you were a goner. Did you just get away from the dinosaur?

[Cambot shows a newcomer frowning suspiciously at him. It's pretty obvious he's new since he's in a mostly blue outfit at the moment that is definitely not camp gear. That and he's just new.

Without changing his expression, he taps on Cambot a few times.]

How are you flying, anyway? You seem too metal-y to Earthbend.

[He tries hitting him a bit harder, only to recoil and grab his fist.]

Owwwwww!

[He looks away after shooting a glare for good measure, seeming to be taking in the deck for a few seconds.]

All right, I need to figure out where I am and what happened first.

[And he starts walking in what he's deemed to be a good direction. Cambot follows. A few seconds later his target pauses and glances over his shoulder. He starts walking faster. Cambot still follows. Suddenly he turns to fully face the robot.]

Did you need something?!

[Frank is still looking pretty crazy when he makes another call. He’s got another small box with switches on it...what invention does he have this time?]

Frank: So, you think you are smart enough to take down that dino? Think you’ve been eating your Smarty-Os this morning? Well, I’ve got news for you, Satellite of Loser! I’ve been eating two boxes of Smarty-Os every morning! Let’s see how you like my next little invention, shaaaall we?!

[Frank prepares to throw the switch again...when he’s interrupted by a knock on the door.]

Dr. F: [From outside of Deep 13] Fraaaank! Oh, Fraaa-aaaank! I’ve found something of yours out here!

[And then, there’s the sound of a puppy barking! All of Frank’s insanity and rage seems to suddenly melt away, and he starts to look like his normal doe-eyed self.]

Frank: ...Mr. ...Snuggles?

Dr. F: Yes, Snuggles, whatever! Just open the door so I can get in!

[A huge grin spreads across Frank’s face, and he tosses aside the device he built and runs to the door. It creaks open...and yes, there’s his puppy, barking up at him! He makes a squee noise and reaches down to scoop him up.]

Frank: OHHH MR. SNUGGLES! Yes yes, lookit yoooooou, widdle puppy of fwuff and wubb yeees you so cute! Oh you so cute! Who’s a cutie-bootie yes you are! Yeees you are!

[Phew! It looks like Frank has gone back to normal. Dr. F walks inside, dragging his suitcases and equipment while Frank coos over the puppy.]

Dr. F: Yes yes, whatever, Frank. Why don’t you go spend ten minutes with Mr. Snuggles, and then I’ll kill you.

Frank: Thanks, Steve!

[Frank toddles off with the puppy. Dr. F glares after him, then sidles up to the camera and whispers in a conspiratorial manner:]

Dr. F: FINALLY, I got Frank to open the door! Okaaay, so it’s not really his dog; it’s just a clone of it I made using my hyper-reality cloning probe. But I mean really, what’re the chances of that coming back to bite me?

[Not long after this, Cambot comes across Xion in Sora's room. At least, one would think it's Xion, but her hair looks a little too brown--no, wait, it's black as usual, must have been a trick of the light.

It looks like she's checking up on Sora, who looks like he's asleep. Pretty deeply asleep, too; he doesn't seem to be aware of Xion checking his pulse. She looks up when she's done, and she's pretty obviously concerned and tired. When her mouth moves as if she's speaking, Cambot helpfully provides subtitles.]

I can't get him to wake up.

[Cambot's getting all kinds of great cat videos today.

This one shows a small-ish black cat playing with a ball of bright green yarn. It bats the ball here and there, pouncing and tugging at loose strands until eventually it becomes tangled in the yarn.

It tries for a few moments to pull itself free, then looks up at Cambot.]

Please?

[A hand moves into view, freeing the kitty.]

Thank you.

[The cat proceeds to start playing with the yarn again.]

[A young woman with dusky skin stands at the shelves in the media deck, wearing a lavender vest with a white shirt under it and a dark pleated skirt - a young woman who's never been seen on the Satellite before. Still, her colorfully-streaked hair and the fact that she's got her nose buried in a book or alternately studying her hand in minute detail probably gives a couple of very good clues about her identity.]

The human hand is so fascinating! So complex, so involved, such a miracle of biological construction! The thumb is the key to your evolution, of course - I'd read it before, but now I see exactly why that is! We get by in Ponyville, of course, we can hold things and move them, but the finely delicate work you humans are capable of is simply amazing. I never realized just how much of an impact it had until now!

[Yep, it's Twilight. As form changes go? She's all right with this one. And even though ponies don't wear clothes normally, she's learned here it's bad for humans to go around without them, so she found some pretty quickly. She looks up with a smile, closing her book but not putting it away, simply cradling it in her arms.]

I suppose not having hands is creating some problems for some of you. Does anyone need any help?

[Somewhere away from the Tom Servo and cafeteria decks thankfully for her in a random bathroom sink...]

Awwwwwwwwwww!! This is weird and isn't faaaaaaair!

[Frankly, if a...seashell could pout, this one would. As it is, it is trying to turn on the faucet of the sink. Alas, no arms, no luck. Thankfully a random hand pops out, plugs the sink and turns the faucet on for her, turning it off when the water is high enough.]

Aaaah! Thank you, Cambot...

[And with a flop the...seashell? splashes into the water. It glumly starts swimming in stationary circles.]

Why couldn't I be something people wouldn't be tempted to eat...

[Xion's Cambot has been having fun catching all the wardrobe changes lately, and apparently they aren't finished, because he catches Xion walking down the hall in another new outfit, carrying her normal clothes.

Here, see, it's pretty.

Though, uh-oh, now she's caught him. She hugs the clothes she's carrying to her chest, as if that can make up for the low neckline. If it's possible look slightly uncomfortable yet resigned at the same time, she does.]

You're recording again, aren't you?

[Alice adjusts the Cambot so the image is no longer as crooked. She seems to be gathering her thoughts for a moment before giving the camera her sweetest smile.]

I'm trying to get in touch with the gentlemen who brought us here. Does anyone know how I can do that? I have few...concerns regarding the lack of fashionable clothing options available here. I mean, if we must be subjected to these, what are they called, "experiments" then I think that we should at least make a statement.

Toss a department store in here. Some people are in need of serious makeovers.

[Cambot is showing...the ceiling. Yep. It's a nice view of the ceiling.]

You know, I don't even think you're trying anymore. I mean, my Inator is really big this time. It's kind of hard to miss it. You have to be doing this on purpose. Maybe I should make a QuitMissingYourCuesinator and stick it on you somewhere-

[Cambot turns in a hurry to reveal - what else? - Doof with a large object covered with a white sheet behind him. Must be Tuesday.]

There! See, if you'd just do that from the beginning, I wouldn't have to build extra Inators and it works out for everyone.

Now, I know I haven't said anything in a while, and- and there's a reason for that! I'm getting to that. It mostly has to do with really weird dreams, and being a squirrel-raccoon thing that didn't really have opposable thumbs - which actually wasn't part of the dream! Weird, huh? Anyway, it really cut into my inventing time, so I haven't actually managed to make anything recently - and I'm sure some of you like that. [WE'RE NOT BITTER OR ANYTHING, NOPE]

But then all this Western stuff showed up, and while it didn't exactly give me an idea, it did remind me of a certain clause in my L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. contract. [He pulls a piece of paper out of...somewhere...and holds it up.] Page 493, subsection...whatever. [And there the paper goes, tossed over his shoulder.] Anyway, the point is that whenever an evil scientist - that's me - finds himself in a Wild West sort of place - that's here - there's a certain style we have to follow. It's a contractual obligation sort of thing. Now, it's not exactly to scale, since this is kind of an enclosed space and all, but I still expect you to cower in fear, okay? Okay.

Now. BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[He grabs the edge of the cloth and yanks it off the Inator - for once, Cambot is on task and records the whole thing, though it does have to zoom out to get some of this. The sheet is whisked off to reveal a giant mechanical spider with a seat and control panel where the thorax would be. The spider's only about four feet tall and looks like it would barely be able to fit in the halls - it's as giant as it can be while still fitting in the Satellite. Doof makes a grand, sweeping gesture, obviously proud of his handiwork.]

The Arachninator! See, it's a giant spider, and the idea is that I ride around in it and take over everything! Like this. [He climbs in the seat and starts it up.] BEWARE, SATELLITE OF LOVE, for Heinz Doofenshmirtz is coming to RULE YOU ALL!

[And with that, the giant spider with him perched in the seat skitters out the door and down the hall. Surprising how something that big can move that quickly.]

[[If you don't get the contractual obligation, go google Wild Wild West. Aside from that, there is a giant mechanical spider and evil scientist heading down the halls. Feel free to try to waylay him. Have fun with that.]]

Hey there, everyone. It's- hey, come on, this way.

[Seems that unattached Cambot has finally gotten attached, and its target was the boy currently adjusting it so it filmed his face and not off to the right like it was trying to. Said boy has shed his whelmingly distinctive costume and gotten into civvies, but he's still hiding his eyes - this time behind a pair of very dark sunglasses. And if he doesn't look remorseful or penitent, at least he looks more relaxed and friendly than he did when he first showed up.]

Sorry for being less than astrous earlier - it's been an overwhelmingly long couple of days, heavy on the "over," and showing up somewhere you can't identify with no idea how you've gotten there hasn't ever been my favorite thing in the world. I figured something else had gone wrong - and obviously it has, just not in the way I thought it did. So, sorry to anyone I scared, or attacked. If you ever want a spar in the future, all you've gotta do is ask.

Seems like you guys already know Wally and Kaldur, so that makes things easier. I'm a friend of theirs - call me Robin. And if someone could point me to some computers, that'd be amazing.

[Iron Liz. Fancy dress. Serious business.]

Listen up, guys.

You all heard what Gypsy said; there's a big iceburg out there and we're heading right for it. I dunno how much time we have, but I've got a plan.

I've heard something about trying to tip the satellite over, but that sounds too risky. But Gypsy says there are a dozen or so subpods down in the launch deck, and they're armed. It's not much, but I think if we can focus the fire from all of them on the burg, we can knock it out of our orbit.

So I need eleven other people up there with me. Who here can drive?

Everyone! I was doing routine checks of the ship's functions when I just found out we're all gonna die!

Cambot! Give me Rocket #9!

[Cambot obliges...and indeed, it looks like they are fast approaching a huge chunk of ice just kind of floating in space. Cambot brings it back inside.]

That space iceberg is gonna punch a big hole in the ship if we're not careful!

[Once again Cambot comes across Xion looking for something, this time in her room. This time, though, she notices his entrance and looks up.]

Oh! There you are. Are you recording? Maybe you can help.

[Does this mean Xion's actually going to let Cambot record something for once? This calls for victory music! Of course he'll help!

Xion smiles slightly at the music, then her expression turns serious.]

Somehow my keychain I got for Christmas and--

[She pauses, as if considering whether or not to mention the next item.]

my wooden keyblade have gone missing.

If anyone sees them, could you tell me?

[Tom and Crow appear on the Cambot together...seems like they're pretty excited about something.]

Crow: Hey! Hey! You see that guy in Dr. F's transmission? It looked just like Joel!

Tom: Kinda sounded just like him, too!

Crow: Waaaaait...does that mean Joel's a Mad now, too?

Tom: Well, maybe it is! Always knew there was something weird about that guy!

Crow: I thought it was his eyelids, personally.

Tom: No, those were just abnormally large.

Crow: That'd still count as weird, don't you think?

Tom: Yes, but the question is, is that mad scientist weird?

Crow: I dunno...guess we'd have to ask a mad scientist!

Tom: Rrrrrright!
...So what were we talking about, again?