My Science Project Page #4

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You don't know what you're looking at.

You don't know what you see. It's pure time.

Pure space...

- Michael, don't listen. Stop this!

- Stop it!

I'm at the headquarters of creation.

I feel the whole universe in my fingertips.

- Mr Roberts!

- No! Bobby!

I feel... I feel...

the Earth, infinity, what a rush!

- No!

- What a ride!

Oh, God!

What happened to him?

A souvenir!

It's Christmas time!

Look at that!

It's like "The Blob". The more power,

the stronger it gets. What's goin' on?

All right! Do it!

- Hey!

- It's Harlan. Let's run!

Mikey, the warp. We gotta stop the warp.

Yeah.

Michael, is Bob dead?

- I don't know.

- Great! There goes my D.

What are we gonna do?

- We'll stop it ourselves.

- What?

If we break the connection,

the gizmo can't reach the power station.

- Nobody'll know anything.

- So what's the plan?

We black out town.

Black out town!

- But how?

- Blow up the power lines.

De-mo-lition!

Keep it down. The old man's upstairs.

- Michael, isn't this a bit dangerous?

- Think of the fun!

- Come on, Vinnie.

- Vinnie!

Vinnie! Come on! Come on!

- Mikey, dust it off!

- I'm movin'.

Michael, it's coming! Hurry!

Come on! Dynamite!

- Dynamite!

- You know what you're doin'?

Sure! We do it all the time

in Brooklyn!

Mikey, I thought you had

more under the hood than this!

Go, baby! Go! Go!

Come on, baby. Come on!

- Hit the blower.

- OK. Hold on!

Whoa! Now we are talking hyperspace!

Michael, this is too fast for me.

Don't worry. It's like a ride in Disneyland.

Hold on!

- Mikey, we've done it!

- We did it!

Brake!

Now, that was a ride!

OK. This is it. Let's go.

I kinda feel like Gregory Peck

in "The Guns Of Navarone".

- Latello!

- All right! Hold your horses here!

Caps to the dynamite. Dynamite to the legs.

Caps to the dynamite. Dynamite to the legs.

- Vince?

- Caps to the legs. Legs to the dynamite.

- Come on!

- Good thing I watch TV, huh?

- Come on! Ellie, hurry up.

- OK.

I'm gettin' outta here!

Here!

- Hook it up.

- You hook it up.

- Latello, come on!

- OK. Chill out!

Legs! Legs!

- Please, Michael! Do it!

- OK. Get down. Come on! Ready?

- My car battery.

- Car battery!

Open! Come on! Open!

- Get back!

- Get down!

We did it!

Come on. Let's go.

How do we get the gizmo

outta school past the fuzzballs?

Damn!

Police!

Those maggots!

Come on!

- Don't you think we should tell the police?

- Tell them what?

- We sent our science teacher into a warp.

- What are we gonna do?

- One to five with good behaviour.

- Vinnie!

- This is me!

- Yeah, OK.

So! You're cool! I'm cool! We're cool!

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Do you copy?

...across the county tonight,

and the deliberate dynamiting

of power lines by unknown individuals,

Police hope to have more to report soon,

This concludes our speciaI bulletin,

You know, I...

.. I can't stop thinking about Bob.

Neither can I.

I'm really scared, Michael.

I mean, what is this thing?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, wherever it's from,

it's over with now, OK?

- We stopped it, so don't worry about it.

- OK.

My parents are gonna have

a hormonal disturbance!

I've gotta go.

Good night.

Ellie?

Ellie?

I was...

I was just thinkin'.

How come we spent four years in the same

class and never even talked to each other?

I don't know.

Maybe because...

you lived under cars and... I lived in books.

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

You're right, you know.

About what?

Just about... me being better with cars

than with people.

I guess it's 'cause I trust them

more than I do people.

Maybe you've just been trusting

the wrong people, Michael.

Yeah.

Maybe I have been.

My retainer.

Sorry!

Hey, Skipper, how ya doin'?

Watch it, boy!

Welcome home, kid.

- Where you been?

- Who the hell are you?

I'm the long arm of the law,

the public conscience, Detective Jack Nulty.

I didn't do nothin'.

Hey, Dad. What is all this?

I told Detective Nulty everything about

the break-in but he insisted on talking to you.

Well, hell, yeah!

I haven't had a real good case in a long time.

I ain't about to piss this one away.

Know what I mean, kid?

Yeah. That's your job, right?

- That's what I like to hear.

- I'm gonna take care of everything.

You need a court order for this!

What's the charge?

No charge - yet.

Three eye-witnesses

put you at the school tonight.

There's this little business about stolen

dynamite, and where's your pal?

That ex-yippie science teacher,

Bob Roberts?

- I don't know.

- That a fact?

- Yeah...

- Tell you what.

- Let's take a ride down to the station.

- What for?

- I'm enjoying the conversation.

- I'm going with you.

Bring your wife, your kids, the whole family.

- Can I get my jacket? Is that OK, mister?

- Fine by me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello... Michael?

Bring the gizmo to the police station...

Bring the gizmo to the police sta...? Michael!

- I demand...

- Mr Latello. Mr Harlan.

- This is Sergeant Jones.

- Tax dollars at work!

- Give me your name.

- Latello's a delinquent anyway, but don't...

- Mike.

- Tell him all your personal information.

- Don't do it.

- Michael Harlan.

- That's him!

- Kiss your asses goodbye!

- That'll be enough outta you, Meatball.

- Chill out, Mr Spock!

- I don't know what I'm doin' here.

- Tell me a fairy story about this, boys.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be held against you in a court of law.

- OK, McCloud!

- You have the right to an attorney.

- Ellie!

- Sherman! What are you doing here?

Seeing what Harlan and Vince are up to.

I'm warning you, Ellie, they are in big trouble.

You'd better leave before the police find out

you're involved. I'll cover for you.

- I'll say Harlan forced you...

- Sherman, get outta my way.

Wait! So this is what

they were talking about!

- It's none of your business.

- What is this thing?

Leave it alone. It's dangerous.

You could wind up in a...

Another dimension?

This is amazing.

- It's absolutely incredible.

- Sherman.

- Sherman, just give it to me.

- I can't believe it!

No!

- Hi, Mom.

- You little cockroach.

- What? I got boogers?

Hey, kid.

Why do you wear sunglasses at night?

When you're cool,

the sun shines on you 24 hours a day.

Oh, yeah?

Chill out, Butch! And get a shave.

The gizmo.

What the hell happened here?

- Ellie's at the school. We've gotta get her.

- Let's jam! Let's jam!

My prisoners! Come back here!

Where are my god-damn prisoners?

- Vinnie!

- I've always wanted to do this.

- Meet me at the school.

- You got it.

Yeah!

- Head boy Sherman!

- What are you doing here?

- It's not my fault.

- Where's Ellie?

- I didn't know.

- Where is she?

She's in the tower.

The school's in the warp.

It's the end of the world.

- Cheerful, ain't he?

- You comin' or not?

- OK. OK.

- Where you goin'?

I'm comin'!

But if I wind up in another dimension

like Bobarino, I'm goin' in there packin'!

Good luck!

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