[Tina isn't one to throw around a lot of questions. After waking up, she simply assumed that the family had... gone on vacation or something, and hadn't bothered to wake her up. That made sense. She was really tired, probably her parents just wanted her to get some sleep.

And car trips weren't that interesting anyway, right? Yeah.

After a cursory look around for the other Belchers, Tina became distracted by the pretty, fresh journal in front of her. It must be a gift! An early Purim gift! It must be for Purim, because that was the next holiday and anyway Tina had specifically stated a desire for several pricey horse figurines for her birthday, and... well, maybe the Belchers were Jewish now.

Gasp, Tina had missed her bat mitzvah!

That would have to be dealt with later -- Tina was pretty sure that Hebrew lessons took more than one afternoon. She wanders down to the lobby, then takes a seat to begin her morning ritual. Opening her journal, she begins to write -- and also narrate, in a monotone drone.]

"It was a dark and stormy night in the Wagstaff science labs. Dr. Tina Frankenstein, PhD, cackled into the night as the ceiling opened to a bright crack of lighting.

'Muahaha, bring me the butt!' she yelled, and her assistants Andy and Ollie proceeded to wheel the cart containing the most precious part of the boy-to-be over to the laboratory table. 'Soon, soon, my sweet,' Dr. Tina told the still-lifeless body of her pet project, Jimmy Jr., and then began to sew the butt onto his body."

You'd sew a butt, right? Yeah, that's right.