Son of Flubber

Gosh. It kinda gets ya,

doesn't it?

Yeah.

We better hurry. We don't wanna be late for

our appointment. Hope they're expecting us.

Oh, they are...

this time.

[ Man ] all right, gentlemen,

we've all had our say,

And we all agree

on this one vital point:

We are clamping a

tight security lid on...

...professor Brainard's

tremendous contribution.

- There's just one little thought, sir...

- It's not that we're edgy,

But we've all been through the

missile lag and the space gap.

We just don't want a "flubber

foul-Up" on our hands.

The country's needs come

first, sir, but if...

...I could have just a

little money right now...

oh, you'll be

recompensed.

Goodness knows, the armed

services are never chintzy.

Now what we do, we beard the

appropriations boys in congress.

Matter of fact, Im putting two of my

bravest financial officers on the mission.

The money isn't for me. Our college

is in financial trouble, and...

and you're turning

everything over to them.

Professor, you are a fine, unselfish

man. It's a privilege to know you.

But just relax. No sweat. The

money is as good as in your hands.

Rendezvous:
1400 hours, at area

12, sir. The car is waiting.

Gentlemen, we've had

a change of signals.

Schedule four is going in.

Time and area as briefed.

Well, professor, I don't think we

need to take up any more of your time.

We'll explore the entire

situation, pro and con,

Set a figure and then lay

out our grand strategy.

And then, one fine morning, we'll

hit the beach on capitol hill.

Those money watchers will

go down like nine pins.

But isn't that all

going to take time?

Certainly. We have to stockpile

statistics, build up pressure,

Deploy our firepower so we

hit them from all directions.

After all, we don't fight

congress with cap pistols, do we?

Well, no, I don't suppose we do. Don't

let those double-Breasted suits fool you.

Those boys are tough. Well, the thing

is, we don't need all the money now.

Professor, I don't think you realize

how important this discovery of yours is.

It's big. We've gotta handle

it big. Everything about it.

If you settle for chicken feed now, it's

going to be a chicken-Feed operation.

Everyone is going to lose

face. Everything is...

...going to fall apart

all the way down the line,

And the free world

loses another battle.

Is that what you want?

No, I wouldn't want that, sir.

All right. Remember, you're in Washington.

Stop trying to be reasonable about money...

or you're going to bollix up

the whole thing.

Well, I wouldn't wanna do that. Good.

Gentlemen, it is now 1340

hours. Let's move out.

You'd think those people

at the pentagon...

could at least have given us a

couple of $100,000 out of petty cash.

What's gonna happen? Everybody expects

us to come home loaded with loot. Yeah.

Ducks at 12:
00, sir.

Oh, roger.

[ Quacking ]

I can just see Alonzo Hawk

licking his chops right now.

He's been dying for a chance to

move in and tear the school down.

I'm sorry, biff. Sometimes

I forget he's your father.

I gotta face it. Pop's the biggest loan

shark in the state, and he's proud of it.

Let's just say your father is

a very shrewd businessman.

Shrewd? The only time my pop ever got

the worst of a bargain was when he got me.

I just didn't turn out

the way he wanted me to at all.

I don't know what we're gonna tell the

board of regents... and president Daggett.

This is going

to break his heart.

[ Quacking ]

[ Quacking ]

[ Honks horn ]

Our new hall of science. Isn't

it magnificent, gentlemen?

And all this is possible

thanks to professor Brainard.

Medfield college has,

I believe the saying goes,

"Finally come

into the chips. "

Why don't you just

change the name of the...

...place to Brainard college

and have done with it?

A splendid idea, Mr. Hawk,

Though I realize it was offered

in a spirit of irony.

I discussed the matter

with professor Brainard.

With characteristic modesty,

he wouldn't hear of it.

However, he did consent to let us call

our new science building "flubber hall. "

Now, to implement our physical acquisitions,

we must search for gifted young instructors.

You mean more

Ned Brainards?

We'll be up to our hips in crackpots.

This town won't be safe to live in.

I'm afraid we don't agree with you,

Mr. Hawk. Do we, gentlemen? [ All ] no.

Aren't you all getting

a little high and mighty?

When you couldn't meet my loan, you

danced pretty lively when I talked.

Fortunately, a form of Terpsichore

we no longer have to endure, Mr. Hawk.

Professor Brainard is here. Oh,

splendid. Ask him to come in, please.

Gentlemen, would you be

good enough to rise?

When professor Brainard

comes in that door...

...Medfield college will

embark upon its golden age.

[ Clapping ]

Thank you, gentlemen, but I wish you

wouldn't do that. I mean you really shouldn't.

Nonsense, professor Brainard. Just a spontaneous

little tribute of our personal esteem.

I mean you, uh...

well, you really shouldn't.

Nothing wrong, I trust? Well,

not exactly. It's just...

well, things aren't quite

as simple as I hoped they'd be.

They gave you the ol' dipsy-Doodle,

huh? They really sandbagged you.

They hung your hide up

on the barn door to dry.

Professor Brainard, am I to assume

that something has gone amiss?

Well...

But I thought they were delighted

with your discovery. Oh, they are.

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