The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…The kitchen, a disaster zone of epic proportions, was a testament to the chaos that had erupted from Phineas’s desire to have a chat with his breakfast maker. Wires dangled precariously from the ceiling fan, which had evidently been repurposed as a rudimentary communication relay. A trail of flour, presumably from a flour-distributing robot that had narrowly escaped Toastie’s wrath, snaked across the floor like a pale, dusty serpent. Brenda’s gaze softened