[facepalms] Urr. Stand back! I will now transport us back -- to the school from whence we came. Reverseus, Field Trippercurse! [accidently tosses wand out partway open window] Oh, heh. It looks like she didn't shut every window. Huh.
Kyle, thank you so much for saving us from that mob!
Kyle
Yes, well I had to ensure they wouldn't get their hands on that...WINNING CUP! Which I shall pluck from your ashes, once I char you...with the FIRES OF RAGNAR!!! [laughs evilly]
Ooh, ooh, ohh! Let's just all write our names on the cup! That way, we can officially split, 50/50/50!
Kyle
Well...okay. But you two have the knack for taking the fun out of everything. Oh-ho-ho, I see what you're trying to do! You wrapped the winning cup with a contract, written in invisible ink. And if I sign, I'll have no memory of the cup. And I'll probably be poofed out of existence. Heh. SO if anyone is going to execute a devious plot, it will be me: Kyle the Conjurer! Mark my words, this isn't over! I'LL BE BACK! [briefly disappears] Wait, this is my mountain. You go.
[suddenly on orb hologram] But Kyle, you didn't foolishly think that playing a video game vould get you into ze most exclusive school in the universe, did you?
Kyle
Yes, that is what your ambiguous marketing led me to -- wait. How did you know my name?
Hmm, how indeed Kyle?, Could be zat I am not the hologram, but rather ze real Sigmund surrounded by a glowly spell? Oh, Kyle. It seems zat you vill never learn! [Sigmund Laughs, Suddenly freezes and grunting] Vait!, Vhy am I not able to move ze limbs?!
That's my palantír, you dimwitted delinquents! Stay right where you are. [switches the background from his living room to the Fanlair] I've been looking for you all night. Where is he? What have you done with him?
You Know I Remember? I-I Picked You Up And We All Peaked Out on That Sweet Birthday Cake! [He Laughs, Bops his neck and Belches Out The Flan Bits]
Kyle
[upon seeing a devoured Professor Flan] Oh, Professor Flan... [hangs head] Maybe I can Bake you back together with all that's left! [gathers flan bits and leaves]
Hey, Kyle? If we're holding hands, how are they gonna fill the spaghetti and grapes?
Kyle
[growls and knocks the spaghetti bowl away] ENOUGH WITH THE SPAGHETTI AND GRAPES! [Takes Fanboy's hand, and they join the others] Oh, powerful spirits from beyond. We who are among the living, who humbly implore, and invite you to --