Oh noes, the bad guy is gonna do bad guy things!
And maybe eat the tortilla chips glued to his jacket.
The gals dash out, and all the while Lip Robot Box–
–contemplates the situation.
They return near-instantly with costumes and props,
because cartoon physics.
No problem there, I won’t criticize what’s clearly done as–
…wait, how did they get here a second later?
Where even is “here?” They just materialized in a new space we’ve never seen befo–
…ok, and that trap door wasn’t there before, either.
Don’t even try, Hanna-Barbera. Don’t even try.
I’ll give you a pass for the hammerspace quick change gag, but hammerspace ain’t big enough to hold your missing continuity.