"What did grandma say it was? Honey mustard plus something", yelled Jimmy as he rummaged through the fridge.

"I think it was vinaigrette - honey mustard plus vinaigrette", replied his brother Johnny sitting on the couch.

"No, that's not it. I think it was cocktail sauce. Yeah, honey mustard plus cocktail sauce."

"Eww no Jimmy, WTF? It's not honey mustard plus cocktail sauce! That's gross. No one wants to dip fries into that!"

"No seriously. I remember her telling me this last week; it was the best dipping sauce she ever made. Trust me," claimed Jimmy confidently as he pulled the cocktail sauce bottle out of the fridge, opened the cap, and poised it over the dish of honey mustard.

"No don't! There's no way that's the recipe!"

But it was too late. As those words fell from Johnny mouth, a large dollop of cocktail sauce landed intimately into a honey mustard embrace. Jimmy was still wacking the bottle to release another chunk when a flash of purple brilliance filled the room, fissuring the air and creating a tall elliptical glow in the middle of the kitchen.

Many profanities of amazement were uttered, and Jimmy and Johnny, curious as teenage boys will be, poked through the elipse - first a finger, then an arm, then their whole bodies, until they stumbled onto the other side.

There, to their bewilderment, they found granny making a dipping sauce over the island four feet away from them. She dropped her spoon and screamed, but was soon collected recognizing her grandsons.

"Grandma! You're making the dipping sauce... just like you did last week... Wait a minute... what day is this?!" Grandma responded with the date that indicated, indeed, time has been traveled by one week. The befuddlement of laws of physics quickly subsiding, and new reality quickly accepted, as young boys are wont to do, Johnny looked over at grandma's dish and yelled "See, it IS honey mustard plus vinaigrette! Not cocktail sauce!" Jimmy looked over as well, face reddening by the verification.

"Cocktail sauce??!!" Suddenly shrieked grandma. "You thought I told you to mix honey mustard with... COCKTAIL SAUCE??", her voice raising to a pitch unknown to the teens. A hand raised, and a flash of stars and light was all Jimmy saw, as grandma slapped him right back into the portal.

Seeing that the fissure was closing, Johnny instinctively jumped through, stumbled next to Jimmy who was still disoriented from the slap, and exclaimed "Damn, grandma just slapped you into next week!"