From Billy's perspective, it was a fairly standard southern California day. It was sunny and pleasant, the winds were calm, and it was therefore a perfect day to conduct his experiment. He'd ordinarily call Trini or Zack for a hand with this one, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

Here in the outdoors, where it was much easier to clean up any mess, he poured his batter and pressed the button, eventually producing a very lopsided donut and a lot of smoke. It still smelled sweet, but that charred lumpy look was not attractive.

"I'm not sure even a dog would eat this," he grumbled, tossing it at the nearest trash can. He missed, of course, instead almost hitting someone---

"Ah! I, uh...profusely apologize for my terrible aim," he rushed out as he raced to retrieve his failure, hoping the stranger wouldn't snap.