Fizz was in his house with Weasel, in his laboratory. He was making his new gadget called FizzBox. He chuckled as he pressed the button, which aimed Weasel's ties of his shoes. The laser tied the ties up, but despite this, both ties were tied up awkwardly.

". . ."

He sighed, before he facepalmed, before his hovering machine turns around, as he is now going back to the living room, unamused.

"Hm."