Flubber Page #4

Ow!

Another easy basket

for the Rutland Rangers.

They have built up a commanding

lead in the first half.

- Evening, Sara.

- Excuse me?

What a coincidence.

Dunk it! Dunk it!

Take it!

Come on, you guys!

You gotta do--

Not now, Ernie! Not now!

Go Medfield!

- Ow!

- Oh, sorry. Sorry, Wilson.

See if you can get me

another ten grand on Rutland.

- You got a problem, Bennett?

- You`re betting against my team?

It`s not your team. They

threw you off, remember that?

Ooh. Oh, baby.

That`s gotta hurt.

He fouled him!

He threw his hip into that!

Flubber? Flubber!

Where are you?

Mambo

Mambo!

Yeah!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Welcome back to Rutland Arena

for half number two.

The Medfield Squirrels tonight

are getting their nuts buried,

trailing by 51 at intermission.

If Coach Barker has any sense,

he has to be thinking forfeiture--

...for half number two.

Come on, boys.

Expect the unexpected.

Dale. Come on now, son.

You can do it.

Come on, Bruce. There we go.

Werner, be a flying squirrel!

Bart, the impossible`s possible.

Come on, Lawrence!

- Rodents rule!

- Loser!

Show time.

Keep going! Open!

Oh!

- Yeah! Get `em!

- Come on!

- Defence, defence!

- Come on!

- That`s pretty good.

Yeah!

Okay! Go! Beat them! Let`s go!

Oh!

- Yes! Yes!

- Gosh! We`ve never--

Yeah! Did you see that?

Did you see that, Dad? Yes!

What the--

We did it!

Wow! Wow!

Hey, are you blind? They`re doin`

something illegal out there.

Coach, nowhere in the rule book does

it say anything about jumpin` too high.

Now sit down!

Looks like a lonely weekend

in the mountains for you, Croft.

Come on, Squirrels!

Yea!

Did you see that, Croft?

Down, down!

Yes!

Yeah, yeah!

A tack.

Oh. Dale!

No!

Dale! Not the tacks!

- I don`t know.

- Okay, now, this game is not over yet.

You just wanna steal the ball

and then score!

Pardon me, boys.

Educator coming through.

Coach, I know very little about

basketball, but I do know chemistry.

And l-l believe that Dale is having

a problem, not with motivations,

but with some sort of adhesive buildup

on the bottom of his shoes.

- Do you have any ethyl alcohol?

- What?

- Excuse me. Hello, Dale.

- Coach.

- Oh, hello, Professor Brainard.

- May I see your sole?

- Wh--

- I mean, the bottom of your shoe.

- Oh, oh.

Now, the game`s not over yet. Keep your

chin up and your potential energy high.

`Cause you know why, Dale?

Son of a--

Get the ball.

Jump with all your soul.

B-- But l`m

on this end, sir. I--

Jump! Or l`ll flunk you.

- Uh-- What?

- You heard me.

Jump, or l`ll flunk you out

of my department for good.

Okay.

I think that`s

a little harsh, but--

- Jump!

- A-T-T-A-C-K!

The Medfield Squirrels are trying

to complete this astonishing comeback.

- Nice and patient, Rutland.

Plenty of time, baby.

- Rutland has the lead

with the clock winding down.

These rodents have fought

their little hearts out tonight,

but it looks like the Squirrels

are gonna come up a couple

of nuts short of a bushel.

Playing keep-away are the Rangers.

Here`s a wide-open "J" by Hatch.

Jump, Dale! Jump!

Jepner is soaring

into the air, makes the steal.

Look at him go! Jepner, with wings

on his shoes, soaring to the other end!

He`s all over it.

He dives. He`s through!

And Medfield upsets Rutland

on an incredible play by Dale Jepner!

- No!

- And the Squirrels are going nuts.

- Yeah!

- We won!

- Oh, we did it!

- Foul!

- We did it!

- Foul! Foul!

Since when is it within the

rules for a player to accompany

the ball through the hoop?

Oh, I don`t know. Come on.

I owe you dinner.

- Sara?

- Good night, Phillip.

Good night.

Brainard had something

to do with this.

It-lt`s the same stuff we saw

the other night over at his house.

Right.

I don`t know how, but l`m absolutely

certain your team cheated.

Oh, you`re just being

a sore loser.

Sara, m-m-may I speak

to you for a moment? Alone?

What you have to say to her,

you can say to both of us,

if you can remember.

Sara?

- Flubber.

- Flubber?

Sounds like baby shampoo.

Flubber is what won the game.

That amazing aerial ballet...

was because I flubberized

the boys` shoes.

A little on the bottom-- Whoo!

You are remarkable.

Sara?

Good night, Phillip.

Watch yourself.

Now what do we have to do

to get you to take a hint?

It`s over, Phillip. You lost.

Go home. Play with your rubber.

What kind of car does

that Brainard fellow drive?

Old T-Bird. Why?

- I just saw it.

- So?

It was flying.

You heard me. Flying.

- Hey, who won?

- We did.

Um, Professor,

why the long face?

- I think you know why.

- Would it be a Sara issue?

Wish I understood human beings.

Wish I understood women.

Wish I understood emotions and passions.

I wish I understood any of that.

If I did, I wouldn`t have had to spend

my entire life in a laboratory...

trying to figure out

how the world works.

I would`ve been out in the world

trying to figure out why it works.

I know I love her, Weebo.

Every neuron in my limbic system

is saturated with phenylethylamine.

That triggers euphoria,

elation, exhilaration.

Truth is, Weebo,

I`m not absent-minded because

l`m selfish or crazy or--

or inconsiderate.

I`m absent-minded because l`m

in love with Sara.

Oh, Professor.

That doesn`t matter any more,

`cause I don`t get

any more chances with her.

That`s not true. There`s always another

chance. I mean, you never know, right?

Probably just as well

that it`s over.

- Why?

- She has to move on.

- Oh.

- I`m not right for her.

- But you knew that, didn`t you, Weebo?

- Huh?

You never wanted me

to marry her.

Well, you were right.

I wasn`t right for her.

You`re the one for me, Weebo.

Just the two of us.

And flubber makes three.

- Good night, Weeb.

- Good night.

Uh, Professor--

And this is the God`s truth:

I want him to have

what he wants,

even if it means you

instead of me.

Ooh!

Sara? Sara, it`s me.

- Weebo?

- May I come in?

Oh, l`m sorry

to wake you like this,

but I can`t ring the doorbell.

- Is everything okay with Phillip?

- Oh, yeah.

It`s not

a conventional emergency.

Oh, Phillip would be very angry

if he knew I left,

but I have

to show you something.

Do you have a minute?

Listen.

I know I love her, Weebo.

Every neuron in my limbic system

is saturated with phenylethylamine.

That triggers euphoria,

elation, exhilaration.

Truth is, Weebo, l`m not absent-minded

because l`m selfish...

or crazy or-- or inconsiderate.

I`m absent-minded because l`m

in love with Sara.

Oh.

And this will be

our little secret.

Phillip.

Oh.

- Sara?

- Uh-huh.

This is it.

This is the solution.

This is how we save the school.

That`s what l`ve been saying.

Flubber.

- You saw what it did at the game.

- Yes.

Imagine the line of shoes

we could develop.

Oh, no, no, no, Phillip,

not shoes.

No. Look.

This. Flight.

- Flight?

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