Off flew his shirt, which landed on an outstretched arm of the ceiling fan. 'Beats me. God, is there a padlock on this thing?''It's not rocket science, Driggs. It's a bra.''It's a Rubik's cube of diabolical proportions, is what it - ha! Suck it, evil underwear!' Triumphant, he flung the unfastened conundrum across the room [...]

Ferbus assumed a hyperventilating position, his hands on his knees. 'Oh no,' Skyla said, concern splashing across her face. 'Is he anemic? Clinically asthmatic?''No,' Uncle Mort said, thwacking Ferbus on the head as he started climbing the stairs. 'Just lazy.''Clinically lazy!' Ferbus wheezed.

Uncle Mort glanced at Pandora, then back at the Juniors. "Okay, kids. Brace yourselves. And try not to yell too much." Elysia's hand tensed on Lex's arm. "I hate it when he says that," she whispered. Uncle Mort gave them a sympathetic smile. "Remember that old chestnut about the wickedest Grim of all time?" He pounded on the roof. Grotton's head popped down through the ceiling, a snaky grin stretching from ear to ear. The screams were so loud, Dora nearly drove into a tree

Lex was about to ask what in the dickens that was supposed to mean, but then Uncle Mort nodded at Wicket in a secretive manner, which roughly translated as 'Screw you and your curiosities, Lex. We're telling you NOTHING.

It's a timeline!' Elysia exclaimed.'Thanks, Captain Obvious,' said Ferbus.Elysia glared at him. 'Thank you, Captain Overused Expression.''No, thank you, Captain Shut Your Facehole.

Ferbus rammed his hands over his ears. "Floating head is loud," he complained. "Make stop.