We went to sunny Philadelphia after Uncle Toro's wedding. I had plans for this trip. Until I was rudely stopped!

I was just told by dad that we will not be digging up Ben Franklin's grave. I had hoped to steal some of his DNA, to help me construct my ultimate sidekick/mad scientist crony. DNA samples from the Founding Fathers, mixed with my own (for brilliance) and some of Ralphie's (for agressiveness) and Annie's (for sheer size and wookie-ness) will help me engineer brilliant killing machines and minions. I mean that was the whole point of this friggin' trip, right?
How is the Waakabee supposed to conquer North America by age 4 without his
Franklinstein,
Wahingdrone, or
Jeffersonofthedevil?! [Yes, I came up with nicknames for them. Every good evil person has a handle.]
Project Serpentor cannot fail; I'm too close to acheiving my goals!
You are an ass, dad. This insolence will not go unpunished.
That is all...