[What Mabel is doing under the table is anyone's guess. It's cozier down there? She wants to give Ford more elbow room with his books and drawings? She is on a desperate quest to see if he has twelve toes and maybe if she stares at his shoes hard enough, she can figure it out?

The world will never know.

Either way, now that the mansion's back to normal, she's decided that she needs to spend some time with Ford alone to get a better understanding of him. And possibly find some way to get him and Stan to stop being... well, them without provoking a major disaster.

Plus she clearly has a lot in common with Ford. Just look at those doodles. She's got a few of her own under the table with her, as well as a collection of smelly markers and glitter pens.]

So I'm thinking even if the closets can't give us hybrid animals, we could totally figure out a way to make them anyway. There's a lot of potential here, and have I mentioned I'm an expert matchmaker?

[the world couldn't stop at the snadger. science can do so much more.]