"Well, it should be Marty and the Victor's -- birthday. . ." Doc slowly turns, letting his eyes travel over the three Victors now making their residence in the Inkwell. "Oh boy. We're going to have to have a talk about how we're going to handle this."

"Ooooh, I see," Dee says. "Sort of how I look like a little girl, but I'm really a car?"

"With less shapeshifting, I'd imagine," Doc says, then glances at Lisa. "Though I can't say for sure."