Timmy looked around in the room. He saw some picture books, a rather large collection of plush animals, and a box of duplo bricks. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to build a duplo tower. He found it quite entertaining and when he went out of bricks came the really funny part. He used a large plastic dinosaur to smash the entire thing, making roaring sounds and distributing the bricks all across the room. Just when Timmy sat as a blissful toddler in a self-caused chaos, having largely forgotten about Kathy and her problem of being a fetus, their current mom came in. "Jesus, what a mess! Someone's going to tidy up this room after dinner" she announced and took Timmy with her to eat.
A third (or rather fourth) person was with them at the table: Fred, Timmy's dad, who had just come home from work. He was a nice-looking blonde guy in his late twenties, two years older than Anna, his wife. Timmy noticed how he instinctively knew all this despite the aware button having been on when he transformed. "Looks like too many transfo-thingys not good for the 'puter" he thought.
After dinner, Fred went to check his email on the computer while Anna was trying to make Timmy tidy up his room. Suddenly, Fred exclaimed: "Shit! The damn thing's crashed". Timmy slowly realized what that meant: "Oh poop, we could be stuck like this!" he thought. "Do you think you can fix it?" Anna asked her husband. The answer "No, the harddisks' broken, we'll need a new one." made Timmy scream "NOOOOOOOOO!" and he threw a completely age-based tantrum, with tears and rolling on the floor, just that his parents didn't realize it wasn't a protest against having to tidy up.