“Yes,” the Boss cut in. “You will use this prototype to go back in time and capture the Ching from the Cornstalk and the Tomato! And with it, you will bring us more wealth and power than you could ever imagine.” 

Joe tapped the Boss’ arm, his brow furrowed. “But not in the next twenty minutes, right? I’m starving and I already ordered the pizza.” 

“Okay, thanks for that, Joe,” Chief said, scrambling to his feet. Joe needed to shut his big pizza-eating mouth while life was still going his way, for once. 

Chief bowed low to the Boss. “We are grateful for another opportunity to prove our worth to the organization. We will not disappoint you.” 

The Boss nodded. “You will go to the Ching lab to transport back in time.” He spoke with a quiet intensity and held up Joe’s prototype. “This is our last hope.” 

“What’s wrong, Harv?” Stan quipped. “You look like you’re thinking so hard you’re about to implode.” 

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