A triangle with two circles for glasses stands next to a rhombus with two triangles for a bowtie.

Dobbsey (as rhombus): Professor, is it just me or are things...pointier... than normal?

Brainley (as triangle): It's my latest invention! I temporarily reduced the local resoluton of the universe, turning us into polygons.

Dobbsey: Um. That's nice. Can you turn us back?

Brainley: Sure, I have the machine right here!

Brainley pulls out a rectangle.

Brainley: No...wait, this is a shoebox. Hm. This might take a while.

A ghost shape appears.

Dobbsey: McMoosington, is that you?

McMoosington (as ghost shape): Pudding!