“What happened?” cried Bartlett. The lab had been stripped bare, down to the gleaming countertops. Not even the stools remained.
“Clearly,” Doctor Geisteskrank said, “we have achieved success in our endeavors to synthesize a new element.”
“You left the experiment running overnight,” Bartlett sighed. “I’ll get the catalog.”
Doctor Geisteskrank disregarded him. “Yes, something entirely new in the periodic table. Something unprecedented. What we see here is clearly the work of… the criminal element!”
A shadowy figure dropped from the ceiling and conked them both on the head. “Not quite,” said the element of surprise as it riffled their pockets.