Son of Flubber Page #9

How would you like to be

in little Medfields shoes...

and square off against that

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!

[ Announcer ] second quarter,

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.

Sir, we're never gonna get

this thing ready in time.

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.

[ Tires screech ]

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.

[ Siren blaring ]

Look out!

- Back out, you idiot! He's getting away!

- [ Tires screech ]

[ Tires screech,

engines rev ]

[ Tires screech ]

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.

- [ Crowd cheering ]

[ Grunts, groans ]

[ Whistle blows ]

[ Announcer ] Pitney returns

to take off at the 21-Yard line.

[ Blows whistle ]

[ 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.

- Youre the secret weapon?

- Yes, sir.

It's not fair.

It's not fair. Come on, boy.

Let's mop up the field with 'em.

[ Sighs ]

[ whistle blows ]

[ Announcer ] hawk and

Humphrey coming in for Medfield.

Medfield's ball, first and ten

on their 21-Yard line.

[ Crowd cheering ]

Humph, give it the gas.

[ Flubber gas hissing,

suit squeaking ]

Ready?

Break!

[ Biff ] down! Hut! Hut two! Hike!

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ 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

a bunch of hungry tigers.

[ 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!

[ Announcer ] Medfield ball,

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...

slam-Bang football games ever

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.

[ Crowd cheering ]

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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