The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…Brenda nodded, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips. “A self-stirring teacup sounds perfectly delightful, Doctor. And far less likely to demand a global supply of perfectly golden toast.” As the morning sun streamed into the now quiet kitchen, Phineas Piffle, slightly singed but undeniably humbled, began to sketch out plans for a much, much less ambitious invention. The age of appliance uprisings, it seemed, had been mercifully short-lived.