Hmm. Let’s see what you’re all about.
Dr. Linnaeus.
No results found? Hmm. That’s odd.
How about uh, Incognito Laboratories?
Ah ha! You can’t hide from me.
Nah!
Well, it’s confirmed. There’s something very wrong here.
Kit cat.
[laughing]
That’s not a kitty. That’s a rat.
There’s something attached to his collar. A business card from Incognito Labs.
And there's a message.
Halp?
Who would misspell help?
This is from Flip!
[sniffing]
And it wreaks of saline.
He’s been crying.
Take me to him, rakish.
I have a visual.
[gasping]
Have they no humanity? They’re treating Flip like a lab rat!
What? Are you giving me that look because I've offended you as a lab rat?
Or is it because I treated Flip the exact same way?
[gasping]
Why are you still holding Flip?
If you're referring to Test Subject 599,
we're prepping it for a very important mission.
Incognito Lab specializes in aeronautics and astronomy.
- Street name... - Ahh! Don't street name me.
I know what space travel is.
We've long wondered how the human body would hold up unprotected in space.
We just never had the right test subject… until now.
[gasping]
You mean?
We're going to shoot the subject into space without a spacesuit?
But the G force alone would have abliterate him!
You said it yourself.
It's barely human.
Meeting adjourned.
Listen, Lady!
I’m not going anywhere until you let Flip go!
Oh no.
[screaming]
Gentlemen, I'm here on a matter of grave importance.
The scientists who took Flip are planning on shooting him into space.
And I need your help breaking them out of their lab before they can.
We’re in.
Pray tell. What happened in here?
The Flippy machine exploded.
Hmm.
I think I have an idea.
Radioactive waste coming through.
Got ID?
Hi, Dr. Inn. Nice to see you. Come on in.
[sneezing]
Did you hear?
[sneezing]
Allergy season.
[grunting]
Cheese me.
[snoring]
Hey! How did you kids get in here?
Ice fist ball!
Agh!
Go for Flip! We’ll keep ‘em busy.
- You got it! - Time for these guys to chill.
[gasping]
Agh! Alright! You got Sal’s message!
Hello again, little Salvatore.
Now, come on, Flip. We need to get you out of here.
No can do, half pint.
This cell is locked with the most complex passcode on earth!
Hmm. Passcode. Incognito Labs. Incognito in Latin spelled backwards is…
[gasping]
- Yes! - Hey!
Come on!
[gasping]
- Ahh! - Not so fast.
Eh, crud.
Don’t be a fool, Lisa.
You’re walking away from fame, fortune. All for a test subject?
No, Doc. That’s where I had it wrong.
He's not a test subject.
He's a human being who deserves to be treated with respect.
Whoa!
I didn’t know there were trains coming out of both tunnels!
And by the way, his name is Flip. Now, step aside!
I can’t let you do this. That's my test subject now.
[screaming]
Flip, help!
[grunting]
My emergency flippy!
[grunting]
[squealing]
[grunting]
- Way to go, Lisa. You did it! - Launch initiated.
Awe, thanks for saving old Flip’s bacon!
This calls for celebratory flippies!
[cheering]
Brain freeze!
[laughing]