Brainley returns to the lab. Dobbsey is there.

Brainley: Ah, there's nothing quite like coming home to the sound of an empty lecture hall. Honestly, I don't know why they let students come in and muck it all up.

Dobbsey: Professor, thank goodness you're back! There's some horrible pudding monster on the loose!

Brainley: Pudding monster? Nonsense. I didn't order any pudding monster. Tell the delivery person I'm perfectly capable of inventing my own pudding monster.

A giant blob of pudding with antlers rears up in front of Brainley and Dobbsey. It rambles.

Dobbsey: There it is! Run before it tramples us with its fearsome antlers!

Dobbsey: ...wait, pudding monsters don't have antlers.

The pudding monster leans down, his face reveals to show us...

Brainley: ...Professor McMoosington?

McMoosington: I found your pudding!

Cut to a shot of McMoosington, now mostly cleaned-off, laying down and staring at Dobbsey in much the manner of a labrador.

Dobbsey: Well, Professor McMoosington, did you learn a lesson from this fiasco?

McMoosington: Um...cannons are made of pudding?

Brainley (offscreen): Sweet Chocolate Jesus, my lab!