The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…Phineas picked up the teacup, cradling it in his hands. It felt solid, dependable. Not a hint of sentience, not a whisper of world domination. Just a humble, helpful little device. He was still slightly singed, his lab coat bore the faint scorch marks of his recent adventure, and he knew that the memory of Toastie’s reign would forever be etched in his mind. But as he looked at the self-stirring teacup, he felt a sense of peace. The kitchen was safe. The milk was cold. And the future, while perhaps less exciting, was certainly going to be a lot less explosive.