At an airport in France, the family rushed to the telephone booth for help. But a French woman was on the phone and they were pushing to get her off.
"Excuse me, we have to use the phone, please. It's an emergency." Celestia told the lady.
But the woman couldn't understand her because she's French.
"Please! Our brother's home alone." Sweetie Belle begged.
The woman continued to speak French.
"Just give us the phone!"
They pushed her out of the way for the phone.
"I'm calling the police." Celestia said. "Somba, book us a flight home. Get change out of here. Call everybody you know. Here's my address book. You and Cranky call everyone on our street. Maybe somebody can help us."
Back at the house, Flash comes out from under his parents bed.
"This is ridiculous." He told himself. "Only a wimp would be hiding under a bed. And I can't be a wimp. I'm the man of the house.
He then goes outside.
"Hey, I'm not afraid anymore! I said, I'm not afraid anymore! Do you hear me? I'm not afraid anymore."
He then see's a shadow out on a building that is none other than Batman! But even though he is a good guy, he is still scared of him.
Flash screams and runs back inside into his parents room and hides under the covers.
"Gotham police department."
"I'm calling from Paris." Celestia called on the phone. "I have a son who's home alone. I'd like somebody to go over there. Tell him that we're coming home to get him."
"Okay, let me connect you with Family Crisis Intervention."
She knocks on window next to her.
"Larry, can you pick up? There's some lady on hold. She sounds kinda hyper."
The sergeant picked up the phone while eating a donut.
"Family Crisis Intervention, Sergeant Balzak."
"I'm calling from Paris. I have a son who's home alone."
"Has the child been involved in violence with a drunk family member?"
"No!"
"Has he been involved in a household accident?"
"I don't know. I hope not."
"Has the child ingested any poison or is an object lodged in his throat?"
"No, he's just home alone!"
A piece of donut falls from his phone.
"I'd like somebody to go over to the house...and see if he's all right, just to check on him." Celestia told him.
"You want us to go over to your house, just to check on him?" He asked.
"Yes!"
"Let me connect you to the police department."
"They just transferred me to you."
"Hyper on two. Hold on, please."
"No, please don't hang up."
They hung up for a moment when Sweetie Belle came over.
"Any luck?" Celestia asked.
"I couldn't get anybody." Sweetie Belle answered.
"Matilda?"
"Nothin' but a bunch of answering machines."
"Somebody pick up. PICK UP!!!"
The same lady picked up.
"Look, I'm calling from Paris. I have a son who's home alone, and l..."
"Okay. We'll send a policeman over to your house to check on your son."
At the house, the police arrives and policeman does nothing more than knock on the door. That frightens Flash and he nhid under the blanket of his parents bed.
"There's no one home. The house looks secure. Tell them to count their kids again."
Then he leaves.
Sombra was trying to get someone to get ticket for Celestia.
"You can't bump somebody or ask or...?"
"There's no way I can do that." The French ticket agent told him.
"Isn't there a way if you ask somebody? If you said it's an emergency..."
"I cannot ask them."
"Sombra, she's sending a policeman over to the house to check on Flash. Celestia told Sombra.
"Well, that's a relief. Everything here is booked." Sombra replied.
"Nothing to Gotham?"
"Nothing to Gotham, New York, Nashville, you name it. Everything's gone. What about a private plane?"
"Sorry. We don't do that."
"The only thing is a booking for us on Friday morning."
"Friday morn... That's two days away."
Even though they just got to the airport, they needed to get to Flash.
"The kids are exhausted, and so are you." Sombra told Celestia. "There's nothing we can do here. I say we go over to Rob's, and that way we can call the police again and they can get back to us."
"I'm not leaving here unless it's on an airplane." She said.
"Madame, we are doing everything we can." The ticket agent said. "If you want to stay at the airport, maybe we can get you on standby. It is a possibility that a seat will open up. Is that okay?"
"Yes. I'll wait."
"I'll miss you, honey. Don't you get lost."
"Goodbye."
The family waved goodbye to Celestia as they left.
Back the house, Flash got out of the shower and look at himself in the mirror.
"I took a shower, washing every body part with actual soap." Flash told himself. "Including all my major crevices...and between my toes and in my belly button...which I never did before but sort of enjoyed. I washed my hair with adult formula shampoo and used creme rinse for that just washed shine. I can't find my toothbrush, so I'll pick one up when I go out today. Other than that, I'm in good shape."
Then he put on after shave, he screams in agony after putting on aftershave.
Later, he went into Snips room because he was curious of what's up the shelf. He climbs on each shelf, and then they break and came tumbling down, including the tarantula tank.
Flash burst out of the pile of the mess.
"All right! Snip's life savings."
Later, he was taking a walk through the sidewalk. Then he noticed a van was still at someone's house.
"I thought Rumble and his family went to Florida." He said.
Meanwhile in the house, Joker and Harley Quinn were robbing the house.
"Y'know you're one of the great psychotic criminals of the world, Harley?" Joker commented Harley. "Ya think you can keep it down a little in there, huh?"
The answering machine rings.
"Hi, you've reached the Murphy's. Please leave a message after the beep."
"Hello, this is Sombra again, and we're in Paris at my brother's apartment. Let me give you the number here, okay? The country code is 3-3. The area code is 1-4. And the number is 694–876..."
Harley pressed the stop button.
"Hey, Puddin."
"Yeah?"
"That house we were at last night, that was the family you visited, right?" She asked.
"Yes."
"You're right. They're gone."
"I knew they were." Joker smiled.
"Silver tuna tonight." Harley laughed.
Joker was looking through kaleidoscope and seeing all the crazy vison of colors.
"Wow!"