08 - In the lab, off the wagon

[doofenstrudel]

[Action A, 457 Stone Street, Morning]

[Moments after the mailman arrived, Doofenshmirtz was bolting out the front door and rummaging through the mailbox, certain that THIS TIME, something would have been given back to him. He had done the same thing yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and come up empty-handed except for

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[nosoul_nomind]

[Not!daughter was coming into the garage to get some of her own work done. Doof may have noticed a lot of scraps, plans, parts, tools and other things in her own little corner of the garage. She finds the noises and lights coming from the place a concern for her works' safety, so he comes in quietly, watching him work, a disapproving look on her face.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Doof has certainly noticed all of Barton's nice things in the corner, and he was polite enough to leave them there. His enthusiastic madness could be accomplished with his own tools, after all.

And he noticed her passing through, and lit up with additional delight.]

Barton! Barton, come here! Have a look at this!

[He appeared to be assembling some sort of weapon. He had taken apart a vacuum cleaner, and the insides of... whatever he was doing were splayed out for all to see. There are a lot of spaghetti'd wires. There were thin, fine strips of what appeared to be waxed paper pinned and positioned into several key-looking places. And was that the faint smell of oranges, over the scent of burnt plastic?]

[nosoul_nomind]

[She walks over, blinking at the project, trying to figure it out.] Yeah? What it is? Or what's it gonna be, I guess.

[doofenstrudel]

[Oh, he is excited to share...]

This will be my BALD-INATOR! One blast from this device will make EVERY HAIR ON YOUR HEAD fall out!

[His gleeful grin suddenly becomes wicked and faintly unhinged.]

I have promises to keep.

[nosoul_nomind]

[Blinkblink

Barton, stone-faced as ever, merely raises an eyebrow.] Promises? Promises to make people bald?

[doofenstrudel]

YES!!! EXACTLY!!!

[Apparently someone ordered a... medium-sized ham, at least.]

[nosoul_nomind]

[She just can't.]

....

Why?

[doofenstrudel]

REVENGE!!! Revenge on those who have MOCKED ME!!!

[There's a bit more evil laughter, then a deep breath... then he stops and works a crick out of his back.]

..ooh, that's distracting. Back to work, I need to finish this by lunchtime! [And he's back to it, deftly bending bits of wire into the right places...]

[nosoul_nomind]

So... to embarrass them. Got it.

[Backing away now...]

[doofenstrudel]

[He notices no backing away, he's so re-absorbed into his work. For the best, really.]

I wonder if I will have the space for the self-destruct button? Hmm...