On a helipad in Astoria...
Toxikita: Retox, why won't this helicopter start?!
Retox: Because, Toxie, I wanted to see if it flew on cream cheese!
Toxikita: I ought to un-hench you for that... Retox, vaccuum out the cream cheese and bring the helicopter fuel!
Retox: Yes, Toxie.
Retox completes the above requests.
Toxikita: Retox, get in, and I'll hold on to the- actually, Retox, I'll fly the helicopter and you hold on to the chain!
Toxikita super-glues Retox' arm to the chain, gets in the helicopter, and takes off.
At the Astor City Research Lab...
Scientist: Thank you! Have a nice day! (sigh) Those people who delivered the Pollutonium are so nice...
The scientist brings the Pollutonium to the lab. There he sees Curtis Bolt.
Curtis: Hi, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I want to let you know that a helicopter will crash through that wall in about thirty seconds. I know this because I already played through the app. Also, what are these chopsticks for?
Scientist: Those aren't chopsticks! Those are analyzing-
Curtis: I was wrong, it was nine seconds.
Wyldstyle: And entering the Blue Corner is a toxic hemchman and his not-so-toxic master, Retox and Toxikita!
Toxikita: Why are YOU mentioned first?!
Wyldstyle: I am the minifigure of the week, I predict Toxikita, and FIGHT!!
Toxikita: Get him, Retox!
Retox: (big inhale) Spamspamspamspamspamspamspamspamspamspamspamsp-
Retox: Look, Toxie, I'm flying!
Wyldstyle: The helicopter automatically ejected Retox into the back of a waiting police car! Retox is out!
Curtis: Excuse me, ma'am, but this is the Astor City Research Lab, not Amset-Ra's Fighting Pyramid.
Wyldstyle: Wait, I'm not supposed to be here! Hey, who's writing this story, anyway?!
Scientist: No! My fourth wall!
Toxikita grabs a random magnet, attracts the Pollutonium, and flies away.
Curtis: I'm going back to base.
Scientist: I never knew that plastic was magnetic...
At AntiMatter's Portal Hideout...
Terabyte: Oh, I'm not feeding the Sharkanator. I would be breaking the law of physics!
BubbleBomber: Sorry, but I can't feed it, either.
Psyclone: Then I guess it's up to me.
Psyclone: I did it!
Toxikita emerges from the portal.
Toxikita: I was successful!
Toxikita: Um... Psyclone? Why are there teeth marks on your right fan?
Psyclone: That's what you get for being awesome.
AntiMatter: MUCH OF MY HARD-EARNED MONEY HAS GONE TOWARD SHARK FOOD FOR THE SHARKANATOR. PSYCLONE, I TRUST YOU'LL BE MAKING A WITHDRAWAL?
Psyclone: Yes, Master.
AntiMatter: BUBBLEBOMBER, I HAVE BEEN RUNNING OUT OF MINIONS. I HAVE MADE YOU YOUR OWN STAFF TO TURN CIVILIANS INTO VILLAINS WITH.
BubbleBomber: Thank you, Master!
AntiMatter: I WANT YOU TO FIND MORE CIVILIANS.
BubbleBomber: Yes, Master.
AntiMatter: TOXIKITA, TERABYTE, YOU WILL FEED THE SHARKANATOR.
Aboard the Galactic Enforcer, somewhere in space...
Infearno: Great. I was not captured in the app, yet I am in this story, and my flamethrower suit is confiscated. I'm never getting out of this one.
Frenzy: FLAMETHROWER SUIT!!!
Infearno: NOOOOOOO! It's the only one I've got!
At the Ultra Ag- I mean, Not So Ultra Agents Mission HQ...
Solomon: So, Curtis, I found out why you're a Not So Ultra Agent.
Solomon: Because you didn't do anything at all! Anyway, Professor, I used to be part of the Galaxy Squid-
Professor: Um... The Galaxy Squid? I've heard of the Galaxy Squad, but not the Galaxy Squid.
Solomon: It's just a parody.
Caila: Giant vehicle reported at the Astor Bank in West Village!
Jack: Max, do the honors.
Max walks into a random dynamite stick.
Jack: Thanks, Max!