Destructo Boy had finally escaped the confines of the his alter ego Caleb Connor. He had spent the last several weeks laying low in order to lull them into a false sense of security, and now was the time to strike. He surveyed the kitchen looking for the perfect weapon with which to enact his revenge. His nemesis, the Mom Lady, was upstairs occupied by the Little Squishy Thing and the Dad Man. No one would notice his return until it was too late. He surveyed the counters, then suddenly, he saw it. The Mom Lady had been careless and had left the powder to make the raspberry lemonade too close to the edge of the counter. He reached up and grabbed it. SUCCESS! The lid was on, but not tight. Destructo Boy laughed at the ease with which he was able to open the container. He dipped in a finger and brought it to his lips, YUMMY! He looked around and plotted how best to spread the powder over the largest square footage possible. Hmmm, lets see, some in the kitchen, some on the sta