Son of Flubber Page #6

maybe I was wrong.

Maybe there was nothing

to the idea after all.

It won't be the first time

we've struck out, will it?

Hey, where do we put this

stuff? Our test site's over here.

You know, I sure appreciate

you guys helping us out.

What are we doing here?

What's the big secret?

You'll find out

soon enough.

Or maybe the cloud was just

too far away, Charlie.

Rainmakers have always

run into that same old snag:

Clouds are either too far away

or no clouds at all.

If we could just have clouds when

and where we needed them, maybe...

wait a minute, Charlie.

I made that little teakettle cloud rain

by bombarding it with a flubber gas beam...

and disorganizing

the moisture pattern.

Would it be possible to make a

cloud... by working in reverse?

Naturally, it couldn't be

anything as simple as just...

reversing the polarity

of the gas.

Or could it?

Could it, Charlie?

Let's find out.

Now we'll reverse

the polarity...

and see what happens.

Oh, something's happening,

all right, Charlie.

Something's

really happening.

And the n-402s don't even

seem to care.

Now let's see.

I reversed the polarity.

Now this must have integrated

the vaporific forces...

and promoted the coalescence

of the interatomic junctures.

[ Phone ringing ]

Nuzzie?

Is that you, darling?

Desiree here.

Hello? Nuzzie?

[ Low-Pitched voice ]

hello, desiree.

Poor lamb.

You sound as if you have

a terrible cold.

Isn't that nice little wife of

yours taking proper care of you?

You know, overshoes

and all that sort of thing.

- What do you want, desiree?

- Well, lover, I just wanted to be sure...

you hadn't forgotten our little

get-Together tomorrow.

[ Normal voice ] get...

[ low voice ] get-Together?

Well, of course, dearest. We

arranged it when I saw you yesterday.

- Oh, yes. Yesterday.

- Well, tres bon, Cheri.

And Ill see you around

eightish?

Hugs and kisses.

Arrivederci.

Well, that puts

the tin hat on it!

Dp, p, plus, minus and g.

Gt, dh.

[ Muttering ]

[ Barks ]

[ Growls ]

Great jumping Jupiter pluvius!

We've made our own cloud!

And it's raining!

It's raining!

It's raining!

Charlie, it's raining!

And it's our rain, Charlie,

made from our own cloud!

Taste it.

Isn't it wonderful?

[ Laughing ] oh, my notes.

I don't want to lose them.

[ Laughing ] now I know how those Texas

oil fellas feel when a gusher comes in.

Isn't it wonderful,

Charlie?

Where's my pen?

It's really comin' down.

Hey, come on, biff. What gives? You

know, this isn't the first time...

we've been roped in on some

half-Baked idea of yours.

You know, it wasn't my idea entirely.

The professor's in on this too.

The proof is? Just as good as. He

checked the whole thing out with me.

Why didn't you say so? That's different.

'Cause if the prof says it's okay...

raining

you know it's raining

Betsy!

Betsy!

Betsy! Betsy, I made a

cloud, and I made it rain.

It's bad luck to open

an umbrella in the house.

"How," you say, "did you make

this cloud, you genius you?"

And I say, just the way nature herself does

it... out of the moisture in the air around us.

It's been going on right under

our noses for thousands of years,

But the question was,

how does she do it?

Speaking of things going on under our noses,

have you been seeing desiree de la Roche?

I may have bumped into her

a couple of times.

She phoned a while ago; mentioned something

about a little get-Together tomorrow night.

Said that you'd know all about

it. Said Id know all about it?

Why, I haven't the sli... wait a minute.

There was some talk about a party.

I think it was for Halloween. Ha!

I was on my way home from class, and

she just happened to be driving by...

Women like desiree never

happen to do anything. What?

If I wasn't such a sweet,

innocent-Minded little wife,

I'd say that woman was trying

to get her hooks into you again.

Now, Betsy, that isn't worthy of you. Mary

lee... desiree... just isn't that kind of a girl.

Do me a personal favor and

stop calling that woman a girl!

Well, anyway, underneath all that

glamour and gaiety and intelligence...

is really a simple,

kindhearted person.

You bet. Betsy, I hate to say this,

but Ive noticed a change in you lately.

It all seemed to start the night that sneak

Shelby Ashton came over and offered you that job.

I told you I didn't want that job,

but Im beginning to change my mind.

Betsy, Im not a fussy man, but when that

Ashton comes over and starts buttering you up...

with that guff about

"beauty plus brains"...

oh! And as far as you're concerned,

there's not a word of truth in it, right?

I didn't say that, but

anybody that would listen...

to what that pretentious

pipsqueak has to say...

oh, Ned,

let's not quarrel.

Betsy, are you going

somewhere? Yes, I am, Ned.

You see, I have a problem.

I love you.

If it weren't for that,

Id know exactly what to do.

Betsy, you're

not leaving!

Yes, Im going somewhere

where I can think clearly.

Think clearly? About what?

About you and desiree.

Desiree doesn't mean anything to me,

Betsy. I don't mean anything to her.

Oh, really? You should've heard her on the

phone when she thought she was talking to you.

Everything was "darling," "sweetie,"

"lover," "Cheri," "hugs and kisses"!

But, Betsy, that's just her way.

She's a very outgoing personality.

Well, say good-Bye to another

outgoing personality.

Betsy, you're not

leaving this house!

Ned, Im going to the

daggetts' for a few days. Betsy.

I don't know when and if Ill be back. I

just have to think calmly and logically.

Betsy, you can't go anyplace.

What did you do to our car?

I didn't do anything to it.

And don't change the subject.

- I'm going to the daggetts'.

- Please, Betsy, can't we reason this out?

No, because a strange thing

has happened to me.

Desiree may or may not be the sweetest girl

in the world, but Ill tell you one thing:

Every time I hear her name I get

awfully, awfully, awfully, awfully angry.

But, Betsy, you're not

being very logical about this.

Hey, what I don't get is, how

come no pads behind Humphrey?

Humph doesn't need 'em. He'll come smashing

into you, you guys will go bouncing back...

and ol' humph is gonna keep

right on goin', right, humph?

- I guess so.

- Okay, humph, it's your neck.

Ready, you guys?

Ready, humph? One, two, hike! Oof!

[ Crash ]

[ Clucking ]

Who's in there?

Answer or Ill blast ya!

[ Clucking ]

That's it.

I've had it. I quit.

Look, after all you've been through,

you're not gonna turn chicken.

I already did.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing continues ]

You'd better answer it,

Mrs. Daggett.

That poor man has phoned a half dozen

times today. I'm tired of stalling him.

What's the matter?

Afraid to talk to him?

Why doesn't somebody pick up

that phone? Or is it contaminated?

And would you come in and help me

with my hair, if you don't mind?

[ Ringing ]

- Ja?

- Is this the, uh, Daggett residence?

- Ja.

- Well, who's this?

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