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Son of Flubber Page #9
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- 1963
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How would you like to be
array of giants, huh, friends?
[ Laughs ]
oh, here comes Medfield.
Well, here come
the lambs to the slaughter.
Jeffrey, I just don't
see why you had to come.
You know how this game's
going to upset you.
My dear, when a ship is sinking,
the captain remains at his post.
Come on, Medfield!
Eat 'em alive!
Rutlands ball. First and ten...
[ quarterback ] ready, set.
Hut one! Hut two!
Hut three! Hut four!
[ Announcer on radio ] down to the 30, the 20,
the 10, and over for another Rutland touchdown.
Yeah, there goes
another one.
I can't understand
what's happened to biff.
He went to get that vulcanizing
kit over an hour ago.
I- I-If you'd just reconsider
my idea... what's that, Humphrey?
Well, this. There's flubber
gas in here. What's it for?
Well, so I don't have
to wear this suit.
Instead, we give the good ole football
a shot of gas, and then... zzshhhh!
Humphrey. Humphrey. Humphrey. Boy, just
think:
70-Yard passes, 80-Yard punts!Ninety-Yard field goals! Wait a minute
now. We've been through all that.
Don't you understand, Humphrey? You
don't have a thing to worry about now.
With this new valve you have perfect
buoyancy control at all times.
Professor! Come on. We gotta get
out of here. What's wrong, biff?
My father. I was just
over at Higgins' super...
...mercantile store getting
this vulcanizing kit.
Pop walked in to get the
sheriff who was having...
...his dinner there, and
I overheard them talking.
Then they went over to judge Murdocks. And
professor, they've got a warrant for you,
And they're coming over here to
throw you in jail. Well, you're right.
We'd better get out of here. We'll
have to fix the suit in the locker room.
Open the doors,
biff.
Look out!
- Back out, you idiot! He's getting away!
[ Tires screech,
engines rev ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Im afraid
it's going just the way we predicted.
Mighty Rutland is shredding the
little Medfield team to bits.
As we go into the closing
minutes of the third quarter,
The score:
Rutland 28,Medfield, nothing. [ Chuckling ]
Well, he must be
here someplace.
You two get the rest of
the boys and spread out!
"Aye, tear her tattered ensign
down; long has it waved on high. "
Look, I don't mind losing the
football game, professor Ashton,
But spare us
your garbled quotations.
As you will. You're not
expecting anyone, are you, Betsy?
Thank you.
Shelby, wouldn't you rather sit on your
own side of the field? You're winning.
Oh, it's of no consequence,
my dear.
Just remember, the next time
you see a football game...
...you'll see it from the right side.
- The Rutland side.
[ Grunts, groans ]
to take off at the 21-Yard line.
[ Announcer ]
time out for Medfield.
It's a massacre, coach. [
Laughing ] yeah, ain't it a shame.
We should have brought along the girls'
volleyball team. We could have sent them in.
[ All laugh ]
Okay.
Any volunteers?
Hold it, coach! We're here.
Everything's okay, sir.
The secret weapon is primed and ready
to fire. Where've you been, hawk?
- And what's all this static about
a secret weapon? - This is it, sir.
- Yes, sir.
It's not fair.
It's not fair. Come on, boy.
Let's mop up the field with 'em.
[ Sighs ]
[ Announcer ] hawk and
Humphrey coming in for Medfield.
Medfield's ball, first and ten
on their 21-Yard line.
Humph, give it the gas.
[ Flubber gas hissing,
suit squeaking ]
Ready?
Break!
[ Biff ] down! Hut! Hut two! Hike!
[ All ] way to go,
Humphrey! Touchdown! Come on!
All right, you first string, get back
in there! And forget your manners!
And there goes the try
for the extra point.
It's good.
The score:
Rutland 37,Medfield 7.
I tell ya, that Medfield
touchdown was certainly a surprise.
To recap:
Humphrey,the Medfield tailback,
Received the ball,
then he, uh... uh...
George, what kind of play
would you say that was?
Uh...
Rutland returns the kickoff
to Medfields 45-Yard line.
Now we'll see what happens.
For my money, folks, I think little
Medfields gonna be awfully sorry...
they made that
accidental touchdown.
Those Rutland boys are like
[ Quarterback ]
ready, set!
Hut one! Hut two!
Hut three! Hut four!
What happened to you
on that play, stupid?
What happened to me? What
happened to you? Clod!
Well, now. Let's see
what happened that time.
As I make it out, Rutland
had just started one...
...of its famous razzle-Dazzle
plays, when, uh...
uh, did you see how that
happened there, George?
Uh, well, it-It...
[ announcer ] Olson returns the
ball to Rutlands 38-Yard line.
Hut one! Hut two!
Here he comes!
Catch him!
[ Announcer ] Humphrey knocked out of
bounds over the Medfield 49-Yard line.
Upsy-Daisy!
Have a good trip, humph!
[ Wheezing ]
out! Get him away from me!
first and ten. Down! Hut one!
Oof!
I don't know what it is, but there's
somethin' crooked going on here!
Okay.
Here's a rule book.
You think there's somethin'
wrong? You find it!
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I guess you know...
...by now we are witnessing
one of the wildest...
played anywhere at any time.
Tiny Medfield college,
led by captain biff hawk...
and a high-Stepping back named Humphrey,
has turned a rout into a battle of titans.
And... oh!
There's the kickoff!
It arches through the air down to
the Rutland 25... Rutland fumbles!
Medfield's got the ball
again. Looks like...
...mighty Rutlands beginning
to feel the pressure.
[ Announcer ] Medfields
ball, first and ten.
Hut one! Hut two! Hike!
The ball is snapped to Humphrey.
He fakes a handoff to the wingback.
Humphrey still has the ball.
Now hawk has Humphrey.
Rule seven,
section thirty...
Get off the playin' field. I got myself
a football game goin' on out here!
Why, you... wait a minute,
coach. Take it easy, huh?
Well, it's a race
against time now.
Medfield trails Rutland
by nine points.
With less than four minutes left
to play, the big question is:
Can Rutland stop Medfields
brilliant aerial attack?
Oh, it looks as if Rutland may
have something up their sleeve.
Medfield ball,
first and ten.
I- I-I've never seen 'em use
this kind of defense before.
[ Biff ] down! Hut one! Hut two! Hike!
Now!
Wait a minute! Are you gonna
let them get away with that?
What are you kickin' about?
That's a legal tackle, ain't it?
Now, remember, you guys. The old lady
with a twist on two. Ready? Break!
- The same thing again.
- Down!
Hut one! Hike!
No! No!
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