Well, when you’re a mad scientist like Helen and I are, it’s hard to ignore the voices in your head when they give you such wonderful suggestions! Mwa ha ha! ^_^

@HelenBeta: Uranium-powered gerbil inseminator? Passe’. How about a neutrino-harnessing gerbil inseminator instead?

In the lab-o-ra-tory with Mell

And he proffers that “fatal” is quite understatal

And Helen can only say, “Well…

“In that case, you’d better go out with them

And fire a bunch of grenades.”

Now Mell is ecstatic (though that’s automatic)

And Artie’s relief is displayed.

(Chorus)

It’s a typical day in Narbonic Labs;
Helen wants to invade Madblood’s lair!
But while Mell blows a bubble, poor Dave senses trouble;
He thinks this is slightly unfair!

He says, “Helen, is this yet another plan
Where I’m in mortal danger again?
Now you tell me that soon, I must fly to the Moon …
When you put it that way, just say when!”

(oh nerd nerd nerd, nerdy nerd …)

Fly to the Moon, you’re a science geek!
Fly to the Moon, you fool!
Yes, it’s so su-i-ci-dal-ly dangerous!
And yet it’s so totally cool!

Dave may have solved the perceived problem of his staggering looks, but the problem of his workload will have to wait another day. There’s a moon picnic to plan!

I’m not sure if Helen’s thought balloon is entirely necessary – it seemingly draws the limelight away from the punchline in Dave’s exasperated self-realisation. Though, it seems equally apparant that Dave’s line would seem a bit paltry standing alone in panel 4, and needs some reaction from Helen so that it doesn’t appear too outwardly-directed.

Normal day … here at work …
Time’s about a quarter to ten.
Here I sit … like a jerk …
While I’m put in danger again!

Helen’s scheming,
Smiling, beaming,
She thought up a hot plot
To sab-o-tage her foe!

Try to protest,
Helen knows best,
I get no rest,
I can’t win!
Though I haven’t died in some time …
I’ll have to go …