[When Cambot turns on it's... well, on a very strange scene. It's the cafeteria all right, done up in the violently girly scheme of the week, but a few of the tables have been pushed together in the center of the room and used as a dumping ground for a very, very large pile of completely random assorted small objects. There's dice, there's hats, there's pens and pencils, at least one paintbrush, several keychains, multiple wallets, a couple of hats, a pair of goggles, sewing supplies, fabric scraps, restorative potions, at least two masks, some business cards, one very beat up and destroyed-looking pony-shaped doll, watches, some small American flags and flag pins, two wristbands, a few rings, some bracelets, wrapped field rations, a couple of small plushies, quills, a pair of sunglasses, bits of wire, a small screwdriver, an elaborate tiara with a purple gem centered on the front, a smaller black tiara, and at least seven socks, three bras, and six pairs of panties. For some reason there are no boxer shorts. For some reason..]

[And hanging off to the side is a young teenage boy with a resigned look on his face - hanging upside down by his ankles being tied to a pipe in the ceiling, that is. He's also been splashed all over with various colors of paint with glitter mixed throughout, though whoever did this to him was considerate enough to actually paint his face a rainbow riot and not splash that so he didn't choke. And if the paint and glitter weren't enough, there is a ridiculous assortment of every single kind of Lisa Frank sticker basically embedded in the paint all over him, except on his exposed skin. He's wearing pants and long sleeves under all the paint just for that purpose. He's been allowed to keep the mask on to preserve his "secret identity," but Robin's not too thrilled with the fact that he's got robotic company now, even though he knew he'd be found sooner or later.]

...You just had to show up now, didn't you.

[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?