- Mrs. X: [walks into Tuesday's room, dressed in space outfit] Tuesday where's my plasma blaster?
- [everyone staring, changes into normal clothes]
- Mrs. X: Tuesday where's my plasma blaster?
- Tuesday: [taking out the blasters, with everyone looking at her] It's just a blow dryer.
- Skipper: [grabs the blaster and runs to the bathroom] Oh, good. I need a fluff.
- Tuesday: [trying to stopper Skipper] Wait! That's my mom's blow dryer.
- Skipper: So?
- Tuesday: So, do you want mom hair?
- Skipper: Eww! Take it, take it, take it!
- [tossing it to Mrs. X's, the blaster fires]
- Mrs. X: [uneasy pause, before leaving] Thanks! Bye!