The Adventure

Fuchsia becomes perfectly still, Holy Robo-Beast-Master she narrates in the quietest of whispers, as she points the camera towards the squirrels, still recording. Are you guys seeing this? Those things are stinkin' adorable.
she watches the agility with which they move around as their heads swivel in a manner that is undeniably cute. She waits until they seem busy with work to speak and remains silent as they scan, I mean c'mon.
She catches herself before she becomes too carried away with how cute they are and remains in a quiet whisper, I mean, I think this only confirms my supervillain theory you guys, they're clearly robbing Sal at least, and I bet you they're up to something much bigger than that. I don't think we should risk getting caught trying to interfere, but I do wish I had some way to track them....

She'll scan the yard for any obvious route in or out for the squirrels, maybe a tree near the fence or something like that? After looking around for a moment, she will attempt to slip back into the office before the squirrels notice her, the tour returns, or the dogs come back.

Sal then notices what Small Fry has done to his dogs, and waddles towards them at an impressive pace.

"What the hell is this?! If you've hurt my boys, I'll---"

One of them addresses everyone. It hardly matters which, because again, they're all of the same mind.

"We'd like to take a look around the area, Mr. Salvatore Amato."

The voice is flat, lifeless. This is someone who finds excitement filling out expense reports.

Corporate Stooges (4)

Sal is caught between the chance to earn more money, and determining what's happened to his dogs. He tries to do both, moving towards the dogs and confusedly waving an arm through Small Fry's construct, while also replying to the stooges.

"Ummm...you boys OK? Bark twice if ya are! [They bark twice.] Damn, that's a relief! Uh...yeah, you can look around! $50 for a tour! Get 'em while they're hot!"

The stooges converse with each in whispers.

"We aren't keen on paying for a...tour, as you call it. You don't normally charge the public to simply walk around your junkyard, do you?"

They then turn their attention to the mystery woman.

"You seem familiar. Identify yourself."

The woman chuckles, and her hands move to her guns.

"Name's Jet Black. Now I have to deal with you corporate slaves, as well as these stupid cosplayers? Well, nobody ever said life was easy...."

Her guard is willingly dropped, so you know she's:

Veteran Mercenary (4)
Enhanced Durability (3)

Concerned murmurs from the corpos.

"You are known to us. Vacate the premises immediately."

They then turn to the Fierce Fource.

"You are not known to us. Still, we advise you to leave. OmniCorp thanks you for being valued consumers, and wishes you well in your future endeavors."

It seems like this powder keg is about to explode! What do you do?!

Victor swallows nervously. At his feet, Hilde the cat nudges his leg and gives him a meaningful look. "Is it really necessary? Maybe the others can convince everybody just to get along?" he whispers hopefully, dreading what might turn into his first full-on confrontation.

You know, there's no need for you to be insulting, we were just leaving anyways, she looks to her teammates, Unless you guys think we need to stick around for this?

As Smallfry turns one way out the exit, Fuschia turns the other way,
Okay Here's one for The Omnigram.

She stands proudly in view of the office, turns her head to a flattering tilt, extends her selfie-stick, and makes sure to get the junkyard in the shot, (even in it's dump-heapedishness, she finds an aesthetically pleasing angle that makes it look nicer than it is} she makes an effortless smile, and as a final touch, she engulfs herself in her signature blue and fuchsia flames.

How's this for a distraction?

She takes a few pictures

Victor whistles to himself as he tries to casually saunter away!