Dobbsey is in the lab eyeing a rain of frogs warily.

It begins raining locusts instead. A frog on the ground snatches one with its tongue.

Dobbsey is now standing next to Brainley. The frogs and locusts have stopped and now instead it's raining a viscous green goo.

Dobbsey: Let me guess. Weather machine on the fritz?

Brainley: I've added theme packs! Just think of the potential market!