| The episode opens... | |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
|---|---|
| Zak | No matter how many times you do this, it's still not funny. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Drew | Uh, Fiskerton? |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled "Bye bye"] |
| Zak | How is this fair? I'm allowed to fight the world's most evil villains, but I can't stay up past nine thirty? |
| Drew | Who said you're allowed to fight the world's most evil villains? |
| Zak | And Fisk? How come he gets to do whatever he wants all night? |
| Doc | You know why, Zak. Fiskerton is still a Cryptid. There'll always be a part of him that stays cat-like, and nocturnal, and we just have to let him have his nighttime prowl. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Cheechoo | [Gasps] |
| [Intro Plays] | |
| Zak | Huh? |
| Drew | Miranda! I, uh, I.. I thought you'd taken a break from the Secret Scientists after, you know, Abby... I mean, when she... |
| Miranda | My sister works for Van Rook. You can say it. Believe me, I'd rather be elsewhere, but I take threats to my safety very seriously. |
| Drew | Wait, what are you talking about? |
| Doc | Doctor Beeman? What's-? |
| Beeman | Dr. Cheechoo, Dr. Lawhorn, Dr. Grimes? What's the connection? Bedhead, question to you. |
| Zak | What? Uh. They're all Secret Scientists? |
| Beeman | ...In full-body casts, drinking O-positive milkshakes through an IV. |
| Zak | Nasty. |
| Miranda | Over the past three nights, three Secret Scientist labs were attacked. We're being targeted. |
| Doc | Do we have any kind of lead? A description of the attacker, maybe? |
| Agent Epsilon | I'm afraid we have more than that, Doctor Saturday. |
| Drew | Agent Epsilon? |
| Zak | Francis. |
| Agent Epsilon | Dr. Cheechoo's security cameras photograph the latest attack. Poor image quality, but I'm sure you'll recognize the perpetrator. |
| Zak | Fisk? No, No way. That's not him! |
| Beeman | Ah, looks like Fuzzy Wuzzy's got an unfuzzy side. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Agent Epsilon | Take him. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | Hey! Leave him alone! |
| Drew | Epsilon, please remind your people whose house this is, unless you want to have a few less of them. |
| Miranda | Calm down, all of you. No one wants a fight. |
| Drew | You all know Fiskerton. He's as vicious as a marshmallow. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Drew | Well, I... |
| Miranda | Lawhorn, Grimes, Cheechoo, the three Scientists who just happen to live closest to this home? Tell me there's another explanation. |
| Doyle | Okay, I'm telling you. The big gorilla didn't do it. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Agent Epsilon | That creature is a threat to everyone associated with your Secret Scientists. Sadly, myself included. I make it a policy to neutralize threats before they neutralize me. |
| Doc | Well, I'm afraid I don't much care about your policies, Epsilon. If our friends are being attacked, we want to help catch whoever did it. But I promise, no one in my family is out to hurt anyone! |
| Zak | Fisk! Come on, we're getting out of here. |
| Drew | Zak! |
| Doc | Let's go! |
| Drew | Do not try this now, Epsilon. Those are my children up there! |
| Agent Epsilon | Yes. And like all scared children, eventually they'll come home to Mommy and Daddy. So... we wait. |
| Zak | Okay, Fisk, where'd you go prowling the past three nights? |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | What? You get to stay out all night and you can't even remember it? Oh, you're killing me, Fisk. What's that? |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | Now there's a bone? What did you do last night, Fisk? One received text message. "The answers are in Paris, the Louvre Museum. See you soon, Zak." |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | I know you didn't, Fisk. It's obvious we're being set up for something. But if it's the only way to clear your name, I guess we're going to Paris. |
| Zak | Okay. Nobody touches anything. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | I don't know where we're going. Just keep your eyes open for-- |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | Fisk! What? |
| Zak | What was-? |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | No, I don't think they sent the text message. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | This whole place is going crazy, Fisk! I've never seen anything like... Oh, yes, I have. And I think I know whose phone that was. |
| Komodo | Ah, Paris. |
| Zak | The Mondays. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Monday | Is that what you call us? Wanna know what he calls us? |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Monday | Master. |
| [Act 2] | |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Beeman | I don't know what you're looking for. These eyes have spotted the UV signature of a Grax-ish Exploration Vessel. They don't miss detail. |
| Doc | They missed this. See that glow? It's coming from Fiskerton's eyes. He's being controlled. |
| Beeman | Maybe I noticed and didn't care. |
| Agent Epsilon | That's Zak Saturday's power. He's making the creature do his dirty work. I admit I'm impressed. |
| Drew | No, No wrong color. This is someone else's power. Someone who shouldn't even be in this dimension. |
| Zak | This isn't possible. We sent your family back to the shadow world. The smoke mirror was broken. There's no way you could have crossed back to our dimension. |
| Komodo | Obviously, the boy and I escaped. The others, not so lucky. |
| Monday | You know the hardest part about saying goodbye to your family forever? Uh, nothing. |
| Komodo | As for the smoke mirror, you simply must see the Louvre Museum's latest acquisition. |
| Zak | The smoke mirror! |
| Komodo | When I heard it had been recovered and restored, a plan formed in my gigantic brain. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Komodo | Framing the Furry Cretin was merely phase one, a way to force you to come to us. Now we begin phase two, opening the gateway to our world to bring back our mighty airship. |
| Zak | You've got an airship? Like ours? |
| Monday | Yeah, um, way better than yours. |
| Komodo | Ours is pure antimatter, an entire flying fortress of it. Everywhere we fly, reality will tear apart. The whole world will be in chaos. And best of all, you take the blame! No more Secret Sciencing. By the time we are through, the Saturdays will be the most wanted criminals on Earth. |
| Zak | But that doesn't make any sense. What do you even get out of that? |
| Monday | We get to ruin your lives. Isn't that enough? |
| Komodo | Okay, off you go. |
| Zak | Hey, what are you? |
| Monday | What? You thought we were going back to that stink hole? Uh uh. You are. |
| Agent Epsilon | A moment Saturdays. The rules of our encounter have not changed. |
| Drew | Oh, cram it, Epsilon. You saw the same footage we did. Our sons are innocent and they're in trouble. Now move it or I move it for you! |
| Agent Epsilon | Doctor Beeman, you're the expert. Alternate shadow dimensions? |
| Beeman | Uh... They've been theorized, but evil clones are right up there with I got hypnotized on the bad sci-fi excuse chart. Tough call. |
| Doyle | Okay, I'm canceling Debate Club. |
| Doc | Into the airship. |
| Zak | Huh? Forget it! I'm not going in there! |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Komodo | Oh, Nappy. What are you getting so noble about? You're the one who's going to make him do whatever we want. |
| Zak | No! |
| Komodo | If you do what we ask, you at least have a chance to stop us. Refuse, and your family's ruin starts now, as Zak sends your brothers to destroy all of Paris. |
| Zak | Just stop it! Leave them alone! I'll do it! I'll get your airship! |
| Monday | Man, you're predictable. |
| Komodo | Don't lose the tether line. Trust me, you don't want to get stuck in our world. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Monday | I get to destroy Paris anyway, right? |
| Komodo | Of course. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Komodo | Just be sure you're back before the Saturday, boy. He can't cross through the mirror without you! |
| Civilian | [Screaming] |
| Doyle | Got something. Newswire's lighting up all over France. Monster animals attacking Paris. |
| Doc | Video just hit the satellites. I knew it. Zak Monday. They must have reached our dimension again. |
| Drew | Doc? If Zak Monday is trashing Paris, where's our Zak? |
| Zak | Aah! Whoa. That's why nobody wants to come back. |
| Zak | Okay... |
| Zak | Wow, that was easy. |
| Drew #2 | Think so? |
| [Act 3] | |
| Drew #2 | Oh, a bit lost, aren't you, honey? |
| Doc #2 | Bad copy. |
| Drew #2 | Not that I'm upset by this. See, we've been waiting for revenge on your family, and gosh, we're happy to take it piece by piece. Start with the big pieces... |
| Zak | Wait, revenge! That's what you guys are all about, right? But who would you rather have it on? Me or the two sellouts from your own family? |
| Doc #2 | Don't care. |
| Drew #2 | We're listening. |
| Zak | Okay, I've got a plan, but if it's going to work, nobody but me can be on this airship. I'm the one whose double is on the other side of the mirror, so I'm the only one who can get through. |
| Drew #2 | And why should we trust you? |
| Zak | Would you trust Zak Monday? |
| Drew #2 | Not a chance. |
| Zak | Well, there you go. |
| Doc #2 | Bad copy? Good point. |
| Monday | We'll play more later. I gotta get back so your loser Saturday Zak can bring us our airship. Come on! |
| Drew | Sorry, Komodo. I promise it was set on low! |
| Monday | No! They're my toys! |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Doc | You are going to take me to my son now! |
| Monday | Ooh. You sure you really want to go there, Daddy? |
| Agent Epsilon | Don't move. We saw everything. |
| Francis | Are you still going to argue that this was a big misunderstanding? |
| Drew | What? He's right here. You can see him. |
| Monday | Ouch! Daddy, your hug is hurting me. |
| Doc | I'll daddy you, you conniving little... Where's my son?! |
| Doyle | Look at his hair. He doesn't even look like Zak. |
| Beeman | Oh, switch to salt for the pepper. Could be hair dye. |
| Doc | Oh, for the love of- Ah! |
| Doyle | Get him! |
| Komodo | Zak, where are you? |
| Komodo | Both of you! |
| Zak | All right, go time. |
| Drew | Don't let him get away. He's the only link to finding our Zak! |
| Doc | Take care of the city. We'll take care of the Mondays! |
| Civilian | [Screaming] |
| Beeman | Horse blaster stopped his momentum. |
| Miranda | You could have caught him. |
| Beeman | He smelled like tourist. |
| Doc | Hurry, before they can take off! |
| Zak | Wait, no! We have to let them go. Trust me. |
| Drew | Zak, what are-- |
| Doc | That airship is pure anti-matter. Our world can't handle that much other-dimensional energy! |
| Zak | Yeah, that's what they think, too. But I know something else about their airship. I drained their power cells before I crossed over. |
| Doc | But they'll just get a recharge from the... |
| Zak | The sun? And think about it, Dad. Our airship runs on sunlight, so... |
| Doc | Theirs runs on darkness. |
| Zak | It sure is a nice sunny day. |
| Komodo | [Screaming] |
| Monday | [Screaming] |
| Doc | Nice! |
| Drew | That's my boy! |
| Drew #2 | That's my boy. |
| Zak | This time we smash it to dust. |
| Civilian | Wait. This this mirror is the property of the Musee de Louvre, and we have lost enough priceless artworks already today. Thank you, |
| Drew | Monsieur. You don't understand. This mirror is filled with dark magic. A whole shadow world. |
| Civilian | I am familiar with the mirror's folklore. We will take our chances. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Zak | Hey! |
| Miranda | Doc. Drew, I am sorry. We didn't... |
| Drew | You did what you thought you had to. I don't agree, but I do understand. |
| Doc | You saved the family name, Zak. Looks like our work gets to stay secret a little longer. |
| Doyle | Yep, just as long as nobody notices any of that. |
| Doc | Oh. |
| Agent Epsilon | Please allow me to take this one. My people have experience with cover-ups. |
| Reporter | The illusionists and exotic animal trainers of Le Cirque Fantastique have apologized to the French government for the latest promotional stunt going wrong, a disaster that turned half of Paris into a bizarre fantasy. |
| Doc | All right, Zak, it's getting late. |
| Zak | Yeah, about that. I got to say, I'm pretty impressed with the way I handled our latest adventure. I mean, it's that kind of level-headed maturity that shows a boy is ready to stay up past nine thirty, right? |
| Doc | Nine forty five. |
| Drew | Nine forty five. |
| Zak | All right. |
| Zak | Come on, Fisk, let's go see what kind of damage we can do in fifteen minutes. |
| Fiskerton | [Garbled] |
| Komodo | You, the nose-picking child on a school field trip. I need you to listen carefully and follow my every instruct-. Wait, where are you going? I command you to- |
| [Credits Play] |