The Absent Minded Professor Page #6

That I'm a fraud. That l'm

really losing my marbles.

Are you sure you're all right?

I solemnly swear to you,

I have flown this car.

Oh, don't, darling.

I'll take you home.

-You get a good night's rest.

-Betsy...

Wait a minute.

Why didn't I think

to show this to them?

I got so upset when the car

wouldn't fly. Here.

Take this.

Now hold it out.

Now drop it.

Flubber!

That's how I was able

to bounce around.

That's how we won the game.

This is what makes the car fly.

Are you sure you actually

made that car fly?

This very car.

No.

No. I take that back.

Well, did you or didn't you?

This isn't my car, Betsy.

My car had a radio in it.

Somebody switched cars on me.

-Hawk.

-Hawk?

Alonzo Hawk.

He saw me flying the car.

He came to make a deal.

I turned him down.

He stole my car.

Are you sure?

Will you stop saying that?

I'm sure.

Please believe me.

We've got to get that car.

In the hands of Hawk...

I believe you.

If we could figure out

some way to...

You what?

I believe you.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Betsy.

I'm glad to see you came

around to my way of thinking.

I'm with you 1 00%, Mr. Hawk.

I know. But we were discussing

the Model T.

What's with these shoes?

Flubber, Mr. Hawk.

When you wear these shoes,

you'll have a spring

in your step.

You live life to the fullest.

When the time comes to

shuffle off this mortal coil,

you won't shuffle.

You'll go out with a hop, a

skip, and a song in your heart.

I still don't get it.

What about the Model T?

BETSY:
Well, Mr. Hawk,

surely you can see the point.

Why, shoes are 1 0 times

more valuable than a flying car.

-How come?

-Well, figure it out.

Only 8% of the world's

population buy cars.

Practically everybody

buys shoes.

She's right.

Sure, she's right.

Now, take it easy, Mr. Hawk.

I'll show you how

the Flubber works.

Just tap your heel on the floor.

You see?

-Yeah.

-All right.

I don't know if

I can hold my balance.

It just takes a little

getting used to.

Why, Ned's crazy about his.

Aren't you, dear?

Yes, I certainly am.

I can't tell you

the lift I've gotten.

Now, just jump up

and down, Mr. Hawk.

-Up and down?

-Uh-huh.

There we go!

There we go!

Mr. Hawk, I think that's

high enough for right now.

Oh, Betsy.

Hold him down!

ALONZO:

That's fantastic!

Hold him down, Betsy.

There we are.

Wasn't that wonderful?

-Wonderful. Why did you stop?

-To talk.

We know you're interested

in more than money.

-Surely you are.

-I am? What?

Humanity, Mr. Hawk.

You can save lives

with these shoes.

Of course you can.

Now, suppose.

Just suppose.

There's a fire.

A raging fire.

The stairs are an inferno.

The smoke is billowing.

We're trapped!

Help! Help! Help!

The flames are creeping

closer and closer.

Oh, no, no, no!

I can't stand it any longer!

Geronimo!

My boy!

Nothing to it, Mr. Hawk.

Why, that's amazing!

Your turn, Mr. Hawk.

Oh, now, just a minute.

Oh, it's fun, Mr. Hawk.

Go ahead!

You'll land light as a thistle.

I promise you.

Well, I don't know.

Let me put it this way.

I wouldn't want a partner

who doesn't have faith

in his product.

You better do it.

He's very fussy

about things like that.

Nobody's been able

to call me a coward.

I should say not, Mr. Hawk.

Come on down, Mr. Hawk!

One, two...

-I changed my mind.

-Three!

Help!

Whee!

Hey, look!

Look!

I'm doing it!

Sure you are, Mr. Hawk.

Put a little more spring

into it.

See how simple it is?

Flex your knees.

That's right.

Look at Mr. Hawk, dear.

Isn't he doing well?

ALONZO:

This is marvelous!

Brainard,

we've got something here.

Sure we have, Mr. Hawk.

Okay, I'm sold!

Now, how do I stop?

What did he say?

-I can't quite catch it.

-I can't either!

I said, tell me how to stop!

You can tell me something.

What have you done with my car?

You tricked me!

That's right, Mr. Hawk.

Now, where is it?

Where did you hide it?

In my warehouse!

-In his warehouse!

-Thanks, Mr. Hawk!

Hey, how do I stop?

Happy landing, Mr. Hawk!

Wait! Don't go!

Professor Brainard!

Come back!

Don't leave me! Wait!

Don't go! Biff!

Biff, where are you?

It's your father calling!

Huh?

Biff! Son!

Wake up! Get out of bed!

Help your father!

Hey, that's pretty neat, Pop.

How do you do that?

Well, don't just lie there,

you nitwit!

Get some somebody!

Get the fire department!

Don't blow a gasket.

Stop me!

Help!

I don't get it.

Why we got to sit around

watching that crummy car?

'Cause Hawk says so, that's why.

You figure he knows

what he's doing?

Fisheye didn't pile up

that loot by being stupid,

you know what I mean?

Here I go.

Up we go.

No. I got to go up higher.

No.

There we are.

Looks like people

got behind in their payments.

Dear sweet Mr. Hawk.

Shh.

Lenny?

Yeah, what?

Do you hear noises?

Like what kind of noises?

Sort of like a...

...a harp.

Now, let's see.

No, no, no, no!

Betsy, put it down.

Down.

Down?

Easy. Easy.

There.

No, no.

No.

You'd better take my shoe off.

I can't get the knot undone.

Oh! My nail!

Shh.

Maybe I can help you.

[ Note plays ]

There it goes again.

You remember Feisty McKenna?

Only with him,

it wasn't harp noises.

He kept hearing birdcalls.

Easy, easy, easy.

Now, easy.

Okay.

Well.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Mr. Hawk!

This is the

fire chief speaking!

We'll have everything under

control in just a moment.

Now, Mr. Hawk, try to relax.

Relax?

How can I relax, you fathead?

Mary Lou,

I wish you'd come over.

Pop's putting on a great show.

They're bringing in a net.

Make way. Come on.

Come down sitting.

Not feet first!

The net didn't work

so well, Mary Lou.

I told you we needed a new one.

You told me?

What do you think I've

been telling the council?

How am I supposed to buy a net

without an appropriation?

Don't get hot.

I only mentioned it.

You just keep the kinks

out of the fire hose.

That's all I want from you.

I'm the chief.

Sure! Come on over, Millie!

You should see it.

Don't worry, Mr. Hawk.

We'll take care of you.

No, don't do it!

No!

Ow!

Personally,

I'm a dry-fly man, myself.

Royal Coachman.

-Take it easy.

-Yeah, I got him.

Biff! Help me!

Do something

before they kill me!

Coach, I know you're

in spring practice.

But it's a matter

of life and death!

[ Squeaking ]

That ain't no birdcall.

Well, look who's here.

It's the professor.

It wasn't smart

breaking in like that.

Well, I didn't exactly break in.

Of course, as you can see,

I'm trying to break out.

Careful, boys.

Look!

What happened, boys?

You missed me?

Here I am!

Now, take it easy, boys.

Take it easy.

Don't crowd me!

Don't want to get tough

with you again.

Barrel-fresh hot doggies!

They're a foot long!

Get your hot doggies!

Right this way!

Here we are, folks.

Hot dogs.

And you called the police?

Certainly. I was getting

ready to take a bath.

I saw this face

flashing past the window.

How did I know

the poor man was in trouble?

Back!

Well, sir, I calculate he

gains about 1 8 inches to bounce.

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