It was a dark and stormy night. Rain lashed against the windows of the dusty, bug-covered garage in Jimmy Warthead's house.
Jimmy had a white lab coat on and was feverishly working over a long, wooden table. "Soon..." he murmured, "soon, my project will be complete..." He attached two wires. A smile spread on his face as he hunched over the table.
Lightning flashed.
"It's alive! ALIVE!" he cried. "Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
A knock came on the door.
"Honey?" asked a voice.
Jimmy looked up. "Yes, Mom?"
Jimmy's mother stood under her pink umbrella. "As soon as you're done rebuilding Frankenstein-"
Jimmy smiled sarcastically. "Ha ha."
"Whatever you're doing, when you're done, I need help with the dishes."
"All right, Mom." Jimmy turned back to his work.
His mother turned away. Then she came back asked asked nervously, "Just curious. Exactly what is alive?"
"Nothing, Mom. It's a traditional statement that mad scientist-wanna bes use when they've made some kind of breakthrough. 'Eureka' is kind of outdated."
Jimmy's mother shrugged. "All right, that's fine with me. As long as you're not going to go on a maniacal rage and kill us all."
"Dang it, you've ruined my plans."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Mom."