Down the rabbit hole..

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie paused, moving a bit of bush out of the way. "Milt, do you see any windows we could shimmy open?" She said frustratedly, crawling a little to the left to get a better look at the lower levels of the Blythe home.

[Milton Hughes]

"No problem." Milt put on a deep voice and dropped flat on his face on the ground. "Let's just blast the whole place apart, that'll get them out of there." He drew out an imaginary gun.

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie smacked him on the shoulder. "Could you be serious for once?" She asked. "I'm letting you write the story for this anyways." The woman glanced back. "I think I see a window!"

[Milton Hughes]

"You're asking me to break and enter. If I was being serious I'd probably report you." he grinned. "Where? Do we need to break it or will it open?"

[Frankie Prescotti]

"Ha. It's not breaking and entering if you don't get caught, Milt." Frankie pointed out, glancing back at the house. "Well, there's only one way to find out, right?" She asked, getting up and starting to creep across the lawn, making sure to keep to the darker shadows.

[Milton Hughes]

"I'm not sure that logic works." Milton mumbled as he followed the photographer, glancing up at the different rooms in the house. He stopped behind Frankie, peering at the window. "It looks like it's broken already."

[Frankie Prescotti]

"Well that's good news!" The woman whispered, peering into the basement for a minute. "Nothing's moving." She reported, looking back at him. "So. Go on, get down in there!" Frankie told him.

[Milton Hughes]

"Me?" Milton looked affronted. "I thought I was sidekick." Milton put his hand through the window and found a catch outside, opening it and trapping his hand momentarily. He turned and grinned at Frankie. "If I don't come out of there know I've always loved you. And get Pearl to cook for the funeral." He turned back and concentrated on pushing his feet through the window, carefully pushing himself through until he dropped into the basement and landed in the dark.

[Frankie Prescotti]

"More like cannon fodder." Frankie said as she dropped down into the basement behind him. "Do you really think Pearl would cook for your funeral? She'd be too busy dealing with all the illegitmate children popping out of the woodwork to get their inheritance." The photographer said, as she glanced around. "Some lab."

[Milton Hughes]

"You flatter me." Milton felt his way forwards. "Not the cannon fodder, the illegimate children. There must be a light around here somewhere. He definately told you it was a lab?" Milt stepped forwards and crashed into a table, making a rather loud tinkling noise. "Ow. Sorry."

[Frankie Prescotti]

"He got really upset when the kid calle- Milt!" Frankie hissed. "I can't take you anywhere!" She said as she tried to move off in another direction away from the reporter and tripped over something. "Geez.. it's an arm! Body! Two bodies!" She exclaimed rather loudly, stumbling backwards.

[Milton Hughes]

"Whoah! Bodies? You serious?" Milt's voice became morbidly interested as he inched his way towards Frankie, and reached down, drawing back as he touched an arm. "Still warm." he said, shortly, with an exhalation of breath. "Probably still alive."

[Frankie Prescotti]

"Oh, good." The woman said, breathing a sigh of relief before looking back at her partner in crime. "I don't know if I like how your reaction to potential dead bodies is interest." She glanced down. "I wonder what happened?" She bent down to look between George and Conrad. "The darker one seems to be the one in charge of everything, but Blondie was there too. Weird."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias, finally home from school and bubbles still floating out of his mouth when he spoke, poked his head through the doorway leading down to the basement. "Um, Dad--what are you doing here?" Tobias flipped the lights on and took in the two reporters and his father and Conrad's bodies, taking a few steps downstairs. "What did you do to them?"

[Antón Solucio]

"CHEESE." Antón boomed as he burst into the lab, holding out a large chunk. "We must examine the--" he raced past Tobias and came to a halt. "Why are you two in here?!" He turned back to the boy and lowered his voice. "Okay, let's go down there, grab heavy things, and knock them out."

[Milton Hughes]

Milton sprang up from the bodies, glancing at the window as a possible means of escape, and then at Frankie. "We didn't have anything to do with them." he said, quickly. "In fact we, ah, saw them like that from the window and wanted to help them." he eyed Anton carefully.

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie shrieked and backed away to stand by Milton the moment Anton burst in. "He's right! We thought they were hurt!" She said quickly, staring at Toby. "Why are green bubbles coming out of your mouth?"

[Tobias Blythe]

"You can't see down here through the windows unless you're going around peering in them," Tobias pointed out suspiciously, ignoring the resuting bubbles and Frankie's question.

[Antón Solucio]

Antón stormed down the stairs. "It's not a matter of why you came in here. You shouldn't be in here period." He grabbed a fluxorbiter stick and held it menacingly. "Leave. Here. Now."

[Milton Hughes]

"Uh, sure." Milton stepped back from the angry scientist another step. "Could we, ah, get up the stairs..?" He looked down at the bodies, then couldn't resist looking up to Anton once more. "Do you know why they're like this? Do you think that they're victim to some sort of crime? What do you do down here?"

[Frankie Prescotti]

"Exactly!" The woman replied. "If I were you, I'd be a little bit more concerned about calling the doctor for my friends and I'd be thanking me for finding them! Who knows how long they've been out cold?!" Frankie said, glancing down at the scientists.

[Tobias Blythe]

"I'm calling the police," Tobias announced, shooting his dad's body a worried look as he headed out of the basement.

[Antón Solucio]

"You're not getting any answers. Well, ma'am, you are not me. You are an intruder. I'll deal with this when you are gone. And you will go." He shook his fluxorbiter stick at them as he advanced. His face paled as he heard Tobias' announcement. "No, Young Tobias!" he called after him, racing back towards the stairs. "We don't need more people here! We need less! You understand math, yes?!"

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie glanced at Milt. "I uh.. I really, really don't want the police to get involved." She said uncomfortably. "Think we can make it to the window?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

[Milton Hughes]

"The Police?" Milton furrowed his brow. "Ah, wait! Boy! Erm- I'll buy you a bike?" Milton looked at Frankie. "I'm blaming this on you, you know. You dragged me along." He paused. "Maybe I even came in after you to try get you out."

[Amby Grissom]

There was a knock at the door.

"Open up!" came a very earnest, very gruff voice from outside. "Bloomsdale Police!"

[Frankie Prescotti]

"You said you wanted to come!" Frankie retorted. "And you were the first one through! If anything, I was just an unwitting accomplice to your depravity." She pointed out, crossing her arms. "I really hope Officer Grissom isin't working tonight."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias yanked the door open. "They're down in the basement!" he blurted, a stream of green bubbles accompanying his words.

[Antón Solucio]

Antón caught up with Tobias, turning toward the officer with a horrified expression on his face. "No! Go away! You, uh, you don't have a search warrant, do you?"

[Amby Grissom]

Amby stared at the boy, then looked up at Anton. "I don't need a warrant, Sir, someone called me to the scene."

He stared at the boy again. "This wouldn't have something to do with that mysterious gelatin dessert problem, would it?"

[Milton Hughes]

"Come on, quick!" In the basement, Milton rushed to the window. "You want a leg up?" He gestured quickly to Frankie. "Real secret agent stuff, huh."

[Antón Solucio]

"Eh. Hahaha!" Antón laughed forcedly. "Young Tobias is such a prankster. There isn't a scene here! He just craves attention because his father is inattentive and neither have decent communication skills! He just needs love!" He thrust his arms around Tobias desperately. "Love! See!"

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias squirmed away, glaring at Anton."That's not true! People broke into the house! You're supposed to call the police when people do that!" he insisted, words and bubbles coming out fast. "And Dad and Conrad need help!"

[Frankie Prescotti]

"This never goes well." Frankie said, trying to put her leg up and reaching for the window ledge at the same time, before glancing down at Milt. "Wait- are you sure we aren't just going to get in trouble for this later? I'm sure they'll be able to describe us.. and then the officer will know that we ran.. and.." She trailed off, looking scared.

[Amby Grissom]

"Well, h-- heck!" Amby exclaimed, then raced for the stairs.

"This is the police," he announced, as he went downstairs. "Come out with your hands--"

He stared at Frankie.

Then at Milt.

Then at Frankie's leg.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

[Milton Hughes]

Milton stepped away from the window quickly. "Ah, hello Mister Grissom." he said, stories of how the intruders had just escaped, wasn't he so lucky to be there to report the story all rushing through his head. All he managed, however, was a weak smile.

[Antón Solucio]

Antón followed the officer downstairs, looking back to shoot a Look at Tobias. He took a deep breath and made a quick decision. "Officer, why don't we all go upstairs and discuss this up there. This place is dusty, and I can serve coffee upstairs."

[Amby Grissom]

"IT'S OFFICER GRISSOM, TO YOU," Amby snapped at Milton.

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie dropped rather unceremoniously to her feet, shooting a quick glare at Milt's back before beaming at Amby. "Oh... hi, Officer!" She said brightly, stepping towards him. "We, ah, can explain?" She tried.

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias returned Anton's look with a wide-eyed and put upon What? look, following the adults. "We can't just leave Dad and Conrad down there."

[Milton Hughes]

"Yeah we can, Officer." Milton said, brushing his forehead with his hand. "It was the funniest thing, we were just walking along the street..." His words dried up and he frowned. "Frankie?"

[Antón Solucio]

Antón looked at his comrades in a slightly worried way. He then smiled and attempted to shoo everyone upstairs again. "They're probably just resting. They've been, uh, working with a sleep serum. Looks like they got into too much and, uh, it'll take awhile to wear off. So let's go upstairs, yeah?"

[Frankie Prescotti]

"And we saw the broken window.. and.. uh.. wanted to make sure everyone was all right? Maybe you should call a doctor for them?" She said pointing to the bodies on the floor. "And Milt and I uh, we'll.. go do papery things and we can all forget this happened?" She tried, ending on a squeak. "Right, Officer?"

[Amby Grissom]

"YOU CAN CALL HER MISS PRESCOTTI," Amby informed Milton, before he looked to Toby. "What happened to them?" he asked, suddenly stiffening up as he attempted to go back into professional-mode. "Shouldn't we call a doctor?"

He glared at Frankie. "You'll have a lot of explaining to do...from jail."

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie's jaw dropped and she turned as white as a sheet. "But.. but.. Officer..", She started.

[Antón Solucio]

"No!" Antón said anxiously, "I'm a scientist, I've been dealing with this stuff for years, I can take better care of them than any ordinary doctor could! Can we please go upstairs!"

[Amby Grissom]

"NO BUTS!" Amby growled. "You're both under arrest for breaking and entering, and-- and-- what did you do to these men?"

He looked to Anton. "Do you mind having the perpetrators help carry the injured men?

[Milton Hughes]

"Jail?" Milton's eyebrows shot up. "We didn't do a thing! They were like that already!"

[Tobias Blythe]

"Why are they making a sleep serum?" Tobias asked Anton. "You guys never sleep."

[Amby Grissom]

"Sleep serum?" Amby demanded, looking to the boy. "Could someone please explain to me exactly what is going on here?"

He glared at Frankie. "Not you."

[Antón Solucio]

"Not at all!" Antón replied to the officer, "As long as we go upstairs. Cleaner air, coffee, uh, smelling salts, good stuff like that." He looked at Tobias and paused for a moment before he replied. "That's right! We're making it for when we do need to sleep. We're all insomniacs."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias frowned, still confused by Anton's story. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

[Milton Hughes]

"Sleep serum! How very suspicious!" Milton said loudly, looking at Anton suspiciously as though it would help his situation.

[Frankie Prescotti]

Frankie just looked darkly at the ground, arms in front of her chest, as if she were practicing an angsty adolescent look.

[Amby Grissom]

Amby reached for one of the bodies, nodding for the others to help. "All right, you lot," he muttered, then looked at Milton. "And keep your hands on the unconscious folks."

[Antón Solucio]

Antón sighed in relief and bent down, grabbing a pair of unconscious shoulders.

[Milton Hughes]

Milton glanced at Frankie's sulk and grabbed George's feet. "No point heaving concious ones around, is there, Officer?"

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias hovered at the top of the stairs, not sure if he was supposed to help or not.

[Amby Grissom]

"No point in grabbing their legs, is all," Amby snapped back, glaring back at Frankie as he started up the stairs.

[Milton Hughes]

"Maybe not a point exactly." Milton murmured, carefully navigating the feet of the man up the stairs. "What're you going to do with them, Officer, if you don't mind my asking?"

[Amby Grissom]

"We're going to get them upstairs and then you and Miss Prescotti are coming down to the precinct with me," Amby answered.

He glared at the woman again. "And you're going in separate cells."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias moved out of the way. "There's a couch and chairs over there," he said, pointing to the living room. "You could put them on those."

[Antón Solucio]

Antón navigated one of the bodies onto the couch, adjusting the arms so that the unconscious man looked more comfortable.

[Milton Hughes]

Milton grunted with the weight. "You have more than one cell in that place?" he asked, depositing the body. He rubbed his hands together. "So, do I get cuffs?" He sounded ever so slightly hopeful, glancing at Frankie with another grin.

[Amby Grissom]

"We have a dog pen out back," Amby informed Milton, lowering his man onto the sofa. "Miss Prescotti gets the indoor cell."

[Tobias Blythe]

"Are they going to be okay?" Tobias asked Anton quietly, eyeing his dad's body worriedly. "Should we get a doctor?"

[Antón Solucio]

Antón put a hand on Tobias' shoulder and whispered to him solemnly. "Don't worry. I can fix them, probably. Let me try first, and if we really need to, then we'll call a doctor."

[Milton Hughes]

Milton laughed slightly uncomfortably. "You're a funny man, Officer." He moved a shade closer to Anton and Toby. "I'm sure I'd be better company than Frankie anyway."

[Amby Grissom]

"I'm sure I can," He snapped at Milton.

He turned to Tobias and Anton. "Gentlemen, if you'd like to press charges, you can come down to the office once you've finished taking care of them. I'll need written statements from both of you as well."

[Antón Solucio]

Antón glanced at his unconscious friends. "Ah, can we decide later? To see what my colleagues remember?" He looked at Tobias. "Um. That sound good to you?"

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias glanced from Amby to Anton and nodded. "Um, yeah. Okay."

[Milton Hughes]

"She talked me into it, I'll have you know." Milton informed the police officer. "I'm a law-abiding citizen. Heck, I even complimented the police force in my last article. Did you read it?"

[Amby Grissom]

"You can put that in my report," Amby snapped at Milton, nodding for them to follow.

He put a firm hand on the back of Frankie's neck as he steered her toward the door. "In jail," he added, as he left the house. "Good day, gentlemen."

((out. Oh, and the dog pen has no top so Milton can totally escape))

[Milton Hughes]

Milton followed, dragging his feet a little over-convincingly.

((out))

[Antón Solucio]

Antón sighed as the invaders left. "Alright, Young Tobias, let's figure out what's wrong with these two." He stretched and went off to get some cheese, wet rags, smelling salts, and his zoegometer.

((out))

[Tobias Blythe]

"Do you need me to do anything?" Tobias asked, trailing behind him.

((Out!))