Son of Flubber Page #2

It's just that... well, it's

a little hard to explain.

May I?

Allow me to boil it down

for you gentlemen,

And you be sure to tell me

if I get it straight?

Number one, the boys in Washington

latched on to your little discovery,

So you can't sell it

anywhere else.

Number two, they're not about to give you

any money until they, uh, think it over.

Number three,

meantime, you've got no money.

How am I doin'?

Number four, somebody better lay

350,000 clams on the barrelhead...

first of the month

by 9:
00 a. M...

to pay off the short-Term loan

made to this college...

by the auld lang syne

insurance and loan company,

Or else exactly at 9:03

a fleet of bulldozers...

owned by the auld lang syne

demolition and wrecking company...

will start rolling through

those hallowed gates...

and start flattening

these ivy-Covered walls...

in all directions.

Period!

End of story.

Very sad.

But, uh,

Personally,

Im crazy about it.

I can't believe you'd do a thing

like that, Mr. Hawk. Oh, you can't?

Well, boys, it looks like

Im calling the tune again.

Anybody care to dance?

I know how badly you must feel, president

Daggett, but things aren't as bad as they seem.

I have this exciting new project

Im working on... excuse me.

Mr. Hawk, I know we all want to give

full attention to your point of view.

I'm sure we can resolve any minor differences

that happen to exist at the moment.

Wanna bet?

[ Daggett ] Mr. Hawk, we know the welfare of

Medfield college is very close to your heart.

As a civic leader...

pearls!

Oh, I just love pearls.

How did you know?

I make it my business

to know, Mrs. Brainard.

And now, little something

to keep the chill off. Oh!

Oh, you mustn't.

Y- You really mustn't.

Oh!

Well, you don't think it's a

little bit too fussy, do you?

Like you've been wearing it

all your life, Mrs. Brainard.

To the manor born.

And here, the finishing touch.

[ Gasps ]

oh, how chic!

I knew you'd like them, Mrs.

Brainard. You look like a queen.

A regular queen. An empress. A goddess.

I do, don't I?

This, as you can see, is a check for one million

dollars made out to the professor and yourself.

One million dollars! Oh,

but, Mr. Hurley, whatever for?

For a kind word, Mrs. Brainard.

Only a kind word.

You know, in a business deal, the

right word from the little woman...

I'm a great believer in the

power of a woman. How true.

You really got something

there, Mr. Hurley.

Well, I don't know what Neds

going to say about all this.

For a space-Age scientist,

he's a little bit old-Fa...

- oh, yoo-Hoo, Ned.

Guess who? - Betsy!

Professor Brainard, my name is Hurley. I've

spoken to you on the phone, from new York.

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