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Tchau, uggo!
Hm. What do I have in my goodies bag?
Ooh!
Bye! Bye!
We've found our Incineration Day thief, alright.
Rafaela just deployed an anti-gravity bomb.
Why was it gonna be destroyed? Seems like it works great.
She got lucky. They're usually pretty finicky.
One had me stuck in a tree for most of last April!
I was like a terrified tabby up there!
Guys, we need to stop Rafaela before she gets to Berlin
and throws the city into chaos.
We're only 16 kilometers out!
Psh, 16 kilometers? That's like, 2,000 miles away.
I thought it was just a couple feet.
Few dozen yards, tops.
Well, I don't see Berlin yet.
Ugh! It's ten miles, dummies!
Shut her down!
Uncle Tuco's right! We really do need to go metric!
Oh no, my stalker,
Tony Toretto, found me again!
I gotta give it to him, he's presistant!
Gotcha!
That's the flaming fuel additive.
Rafaela's car will blow up in about 20 seconds!
Aw! Now we'll never get to see its amazing contribution to an Incineration Day blaze!
But of course, more pressingly, a life is in danger.
We wouldn't be in this situation
if the agency hadn't kept a bunch of dangerous weapons for a whole year.
Seriously, who signed off on this?
As I have stated, that is need-to-know.
At this point, I think we do need to know!
Hot, hot, hot!
Rafaela, your car is going to blow from the additive!
You have to bail!
Sorry, my mama taught me not to talk to strangers!
What? You have met me multiple times!
I got to get out of here! These flashies clashies with my lashies!
Yeah, whatever gets you out of the car.
Mm. Sorry to drop in!
-Ow!
Uh-uh-uh!
-Ow! Hey! Stop! Hey! No! Ow! -Why. Are. You. So. Love-sessed. With. Me?
For the last time, I'm not!
Hey! Ow!
-Stop! Ow! Stop! -Why not?!
Oh, no, bro. What crazy weapon is she using on you?
None of them, but somehow this is worse!
-Hey! Ow! Stop! Ow!
Yay-yay-yay!
Ugh. I really did not miss fighting Rafaela.
It's so… loud.
I'm programming my drones to get that briefcase.
Aw, they're so cute when they have a mission.
Wait, why are they turning back?
I've got a bad feeling about this!
-They're not cute anymore! Not cute!
Oh, what did she do to them?
She had the Gremlinizer Virus in that briefcase.
Bad drones! No! Don't you recognize your Pop-Pop?!
Huh.
Hashtag, upgrade!
-Whoa! What's going on, bro?
I think she's using her magnetized glove to drag you out by the…
nano drones in your fanny pack!
Ow.
Hand, hand strong, Frostee, unsafe,
monster, Rafaela, monster, Rafaela!
-Yep, yeah, I'll just go.
-Woo-hoo-hoo!
Ugh, losers incoming.
Enzies, meenzies, minzies, mo!
Of course she had to hit those two at the same time!
Dude!
Ha!
Remember when we were besties?
You mean when you brainwashed me?
We shared mascara and that's for always!
You're my butterfly kiss sis!
-Rafaela, pull over! -Ew!
-Ha!
-Ghosted you again!
She stole my truck!
We lost her right outside the city limits.
No reports of Rafaela terrorizing the city yet.
She's gone dark.
I don't understand how she could have orchestrated
the Incineration Day theft and the General Dudley mislead
from behind bars.
I don't know, but there's no underestimating Rafaela.
Remember when she mind-controlled an entire city?
We had to drink monkey pee 'cause of her.
Plus, her color palette laughs in the face of the entire fashion industry!
Just because she was locked up
doesn't mean she didn't have other people helping her.
I have contacts ready to communicate with me by carrier pigeon
if I'm ever put away!
While we're on that subject,
we may have too many alpha females in our pigeon flock.
Mm-hm. They are angry and they are organized.
We'll use this break in the action to visit the facility Rafaela escaped from.
We need to figure out how she pulled this off,
and what she has to gain from grinching up Incineration Day.
Rafaela was a handful.
The guards are eager to share their stories about her.
Good. We need to hear from everyone she was in touch with.
-Sorry! It's still catchy! -Ugh.
Apparently, someone else thought so, too.
Last year, Rafaela got a letter from a record producer
who found this video and wanted to sign her…
…but needed samples of her other musical work.
It was strange.
Rafaela kept writing letter after letter to the producer,
but none of us ever saw any mail come in.
We assumed she was just losing it.
People deal with solitary confinement very differently.
Some get lots of letters but never respond.
Then there was this one lady who wrote back and forth with herself.
Really? Like, as two different people?
That's exactly right.
One character was from the future, and the other from the past.
She was released before things came to a head, but if you ask me,
those star-crossed, time-traveling lovers
were going to meet up sometime around the Great Depression.
Enough!
Tell us everything you remember about Rafaela's escape last night!
Right, well, I was standing outside this very cell
when I heard her voice coming from down the hall.
Oh, cutie-bo-booty guard number three!
I had no idea how she could've gotten out.
This way!
I was shocked to see her out of her cell,
and even more shocked to see so many of her!
I was all, "Ich glaub mein Schwein pfeift!"
Say olá to my holos!
The only thing worse than Rafaela is multiple Rafaelas!
-Security breach! -A hologram just called me ugly!
-I need backup!
-Gotcha!
That is the last thing I remember.
When I came to,
Rafaela had already stolen a patrol car and taken off down the Autobahn.
How did she get the Incineration Day tech in the first place?
Nobody knows. There is no footage of it coming in.
Any sign of carrier pigeons?
Uh, no.
Coworkers you don't trust?
If someone had helped her get out, they would have claimed credit by now.
Everyone wanted to be the one to get rid of her!
So someone on the outside helped her. But who?
She was talking to that record label guy.
But it sounds like he might have been a figment of her imagination.
There's only one theory that fits, bro.
We live on a Möbius strip that's Rafaela's consciousness!
Oh, my. I hadn't even considered that.
We are her and she is us!
We are caught in her wave, forever at the whim of an unkind tide!
Or she just mind-controlled people to help her again.
-Maybe. -Seems like a stretch.
Nobody we've talked to seems like they were mind-controlled.
They remember everything clearly.
However it happened, I'm glad she's gone.
She was the most irritating prisoner we've ever had.
I mean, even the way she says hi is just…
Hi!
I'm pen pals with your bossy-boss,
and he told me to come as soon as I got out of prison.
One recording contract, please!
Oh, it's actually her.
How is her voice even more annoying in person?
Pull it up for the fall interns. They haven't seen it yet!
That is so tragic.
Stupid jel-jel junior execs. Their boss was totes in love with me.
And those uggos don't know anything about for-realzies music.
-Ooh!
A new outfit always makes me feel better!
-It's her!
OMG! This outfit is magic-ey!
-Listen up, uggos!
You would have been super-duper-looper-lucky
to have me as a client, but you missed your chance!
I have the voice of an angel.
Listen!
So, we have no new leads.
I guess we should head to Berlin
and hope that Rafaela has uncloaked herself so we can catch her.
Rafaela is doing what downtown?!
She's definitely uncloaked. Let's ride!
Holy cow!
Looks like Rafaela found the power suit.
Aw man, I hope she didn't use that on my truck!
Rafaela! What's with the new outfit?
Oh good, you're all here!
Now I can use my rejection rage to get my Raf-venge on you too!
So, this is just a huge temper tantrum?
Looks like it.
How about you take off the suit and we can talk about everything over food?
Maybe some, uh…
-Kartoffelpuffer!
Kartoffelpuffer?
You're a Kartoffelpuffer!
Thanks a lot, Cisco!
Yo, in my defense, she would have flipped pretty much anything around on you.
We gotta get that fashion disaster!
What's its weakness? Why did it end up in the incineration pile?
It looked horrible on me.
If the suit loses enough charge,
the wearer is completely vulnerable to attack.
Right. Yes, that too.
Hey Frostee, can you figure out how much charge Rafaela has left?
Looks like she has about five more power screams to go.
Alright guys. We need to provoke her into using up those blasts,
but, you know, make sure you don't actually get hit!
Uh, I don't like this plan!
Sounds pretty fun to me. Yo, Raf!
You messed up my color story!
Pink is the new…
black!
Great job, Echo!
The suit just lost more power! Keep it up!
Power braid!
Link up!
Get out of my way!
I hate everything!
Three more power screams to go!
Rafaela, I am very concerned about your unhealthy coping mechanisms.
I hope you seek out therapy at some point in your life.
Don't tell me what to… do!
She's not ready to put in the work!
Phew!
We just need her to release two more blasts!
Okay!
So get her attention!
Do I have to?
Yes!
Nobody messes up my hair!
I hope my truck wasn't parked in there!
Rafaela only has one more scream left before her suit shuts down.
I got this.
Hey, Rafaela!
I think I know why that record label didn't want to sign you.
You're not very good!
-Come on, come on!
Gotcha!
Lugnuts.
Rafaela just threw Toretto on top of a building! Why is the suit still online?!
I don't know. She's running on fumes!
It's an experimental weapon so my calculations are also experimental!
Why is there always a sixth rocket?
I've got her in my sights!
I'll keep turning up the heat.
Gary and Julius, pick up Tony. Ha!
Power braid!
-T, are you okay up there?
-Yeah. I think I have an idea.
I've got you now, TT.
Guess you won't be needing your vroom-vroom anymore!
-Lugnuts again!
Hey, how does your terrible song go again?
It's not terrible!
Prove it!
Um…
Came and got you!
Ha-ha!
We found your truck.
Yeah, but now it has a Rafaela-sized dent in the hood.
Uh-uh-uh.
You can lock me back up or whatevs, but I am abso-tootly keeping this outfit.
I don't care about the outfit, it does nothing for me!
How and why did you destroy Incineration Day?
Ew. What's that?
Don't play dumb, Rafaela!
You had a briefcase full of stolen tech. How'd you get it?
I literally just woke up from a beauty nap one evening and it was there!
So you have no idea where it came from?
No! I just used the gear to get out of prison
so I could go meet the record company president!
He told me he wanted to make me a star!
Well, this star is going to turn into a supernova,
and then into a neutron star,
and then finally into a gigantic black hole
that swallows that uggo right up six-ever!
Wow. She really knows her star life cycle.
Mm-hm.
Do you still have any of those letters you got from him?
-Yes. -Can we see one?
In there.
They always showed up in my cell all mysterious-y too.
He made it supes hard to find the building.
I had to go all over Berlin looking for it.
Luckily your truck is c-c-c-comfy!
Guys, look at this.
Whoever did this was messing with you.
-Just like they're messing with us.