In the living room, Quinn is writing a love poem, while Zhan is using Tick’s hair to make his invention
Quinn: Should I use swans or doves? (vigorously writing poem)
Zhan: None. I don’t think your lady likes birds.
Quinn: Ahh, yes that’s right!
Zhan discovers that Tick’s hair is not, in fact, silver but a completely new element! He tests out its conductivity by using the hair to make an electric circuit.
Ara (to Zhan): (Coming out of nowhere) Oooooh, can you charge my nunchucks?
Zhan: (Awfully confused) Aren’t you supposed to be dead?
Quinn: Done! (slowly looks towards Ara, and breaths in) Hi!
Quinn goes to the kitchen where Tick is singing a lullaby to her child and hides under the table.
Tick: Lullaby, sleep tight….zzzzzzzz (Sleeping)
Quinn: This is my chance! (Using his Shadow Act, he slowly steals the child)
Quinn: Wake up! I made something for you, my love! (Carefully he unfolds the poem, blushing.)
Tick: ZZZZzzzZZZz (snorts)
Violets are Red,
Roses are Blue,
I’m not very good at poems
Neither is the author
I can’t think of anything
I’ll protect you from all the birds
Beware this is becoming a free verse
I like cooking
Bread Snadwich: …
Quinn: I knew you would love it! (hugs Bread Snadwich)
Tock is standing in the doorway, her jaw dropping down to the floor
Tock: MY BABY! (Aggressively pulls the sandwich out of Quinn’s hand) WHAT ARE YOU DOING! SUFFOCATING MY CHILD?
Quinn: You don’t understand…it was just…
Tock: (Not letting him speak) OFFICER! OFFICER!
John: (Stomping down the door, barefooted) Don’t fear, John is here! (turns to Tock and says with a Bostonian accent) So, what is the problem here, ma’am?
Tock: This little juvenile delinquent is choking my kid here, sir!
John: I’ll have to discipline him, ma’am.
Tock waves goodbye to John as he takes Quinn away
Quinn: Do I have to go to the slammer, officer?
John: No, kid! You think I would be one to send you to jail? My relationship with the police is bad enough! It’s even worse than the one I have with Lena!
Ship slowly sinks in the distance
John: And I have an even better punishment for you!
John: You will have to babysit the Mary Sue while we are gone to the Chocolate Hot Springs in Unicornia.
Quinn: Ara’s older than me…
John: Exactly. (Uses disappearing Act)
Lena: (Coming from the living room) I am sorry. You had to suffer through his ungummed breath. (Puts hand on Quinn’s shoulder)