The Glass Bottom Boat Page #4

We're developing RlMCOP for the Navy.

-What does that mean?

-RlMCOP?

Robot lnshore-Manned Observation Post.

How do you like that?

Sure. This craft can be operated

from great distances by remote control.

Pick your target, press that button and--

-Really? This is like l have on my TV.

-Same idea.

Except l can't get The Late Late Show.

-Here, you steer.

-No, l'd rather not do that.

Come on. Are you or are you not

the girl in the glass-bottom boat?

l are.

There you go, sailor. Press the

middle lever for more speed.

Okay, you asked for it.

-The thing.

-Wait, Wait! What?

-The remote gadget!

-What?

The remote gadget.

How do l stop this thing?

lt's under the cowling!

There's a switch under the cowling!

What?

Jenny, don't worry!

l'll steer you between them!

Hey!

Hey!

Over! Get over, you! Over!

Hey! Out of the way!

-Out of the way!

-Look out! Turn!

l'm sorry!

Give me that.

-Pop!

-Great balls of fire.

-Look out! Boat's coming this way!

-Jump! Jump! Watch it!

Pop, look out. l'm--!

Look out, Jenny.

Look out. You're headed for shore.

Hard to port.

Jump!

Fat chance you'd sell that to the Navy.

Jump!

Hey! Look out, everybody! l'm coming!

Hard to port!

Come on. Sit down.

Jenny! You'll stay like that.

Speak for yourself, little Jenny girl.

Condo-- What?

lt's beautiful. lt's just beautiful.

-Too fast for me.

-You asked for it.

-You win.

-You wanted to do it.

More.

Give us a little thing on the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

Sorry to break this up, but Zack seems

to ferret me out just wherever l am.

-l'm sorry too.

-Are you really?

Well, yes, l am. Really.

Jenny, you see that moon up there?

You mean that moon up there?

-Yeah, that's the one.

-Yeah.

Well, right next to that moon up there

is a planet called Venus.

And l just hate to leave a girl alone

looking at a planet like Venus.

What l'm trying to say is that. . .

. . .Venus is shining just as beautifully

for us over at my house.

Doesn't that make sense?

l'm also trying to say

l wouldn't be all alone. . .

. . .with my musty old equations.

Doesn't that make sense too?

Jenny, l think you're trying

to tell me something.

Good night. Thanks.

Let's go, Jim.

lmpossible!

lt's ridiculous!

You're off your rockers!

Mr. Templeton, classified information

has been leaking from space plants.

A spy ring is operating

and an innocent-appearing woman. . .

. . .like Jennifer Nelson,

could well be a part of it.

Yeah? And l'm partial to blond

foreign agents, is that it?

-You don't agree?

-What do you think?

Brief him, Homer.

As chief security officer of this plant. . .

. . .that is, until Mr. Johnson

returns from vacation. . .

-. . .it is my sworn duty--

-You're not running for election.

Get to the point.

Point one, she's a pretty

strange-acting female.

-l'll buy that, Homer. What's point two?

-l don't see you picking up the phone. . .

. . .three and four times a day.

And talking in code, like she does

three or four times a day.

How does someone talk to someone

in code, Homer?

She dials.

And she says into the receiver:

''One. . .

. . .two. . .

. . .three. . .

. . .four. . .

. . .five. . .

. . .six.

That's all for now, Vladimir. ''

Vladimir?

Vladimir. An old lndian name.

From a tribe on the outskirts of Moscow.

-Go ahead, Homer.

-And l don't see you, sir. . .

. . .making fires in your wastebasket. . .

. . .and burning secret papers

at night like she does.

-What?

-She's clever, sir. Clever.

Mr. Templeton, does this mean

anything to you?

''Cash on delivery plus X Y-squared. . . . ''

Yeah, l guess so.

-lt's the work of a crackpot.

-Go on, Homer.

Well, you wrote it on a pad, sir,

when l was over there. Remember?

The day she returned

your tiger-striped bikini.

-Well, that's nothing. Forget it--

-lt must be something.

Or you wouldn't have written it.

lt's a formula for putting

Mars and Venus together. . .

-. . .in the same orbit.

-You need a rest. As soon as this is over--

Look. Shut up, Zack. This is junk.

Then why was it transmitted

by shortwave radio?

-We intercepted it last night.

-Brief him on that, Homer.

She's got a 20-foot aerial

rigged at her house.

-Shortwave.

-You know she operates it?

We'll check that out.

lt looks like. . .

. . .somebody wants Gismo pretty bad.

lf they don't already have it.

Now, wait a minute.

This vault of 1 0-inch steel plate. . .

. . .will open only to the frequency

of my own voice repeating this equation.

G for gamma, B for beta, A for alpha,

omega for open sesame.

-Any questions?

-l never doubted. . .

. . .that the plans were safe.

But they are a prime target.

Just as you are.

Why don't you stick to your math.

That's right, sir.

And let us handle Mata Hari.

Well, all l'm saying is lay off!

There's an explanation and l'll find it.

Let's keep the whole mess quiet.

lf the general ever gets wind of this--

Oh, boy. . .

-. . .l'm picking him up. Coming?

-l'm going to bed.

Alone. By the way,

not to talk out of school.

l invited the spy home tonight

for fun and games.

You know something?

She turned me down flat.

Which proves she's a nice girl

and no Mata Hari.

Hello.

Well, hello.

You changed your mind.

Yes, l guess l did.

Well, fine. l'm glad.

Are you glad?

Well, of course.

Bruce, is something wrong?

Why do you say that?

You've got Gismo.

And l want it.

l feel something. l--

Well, l hope you do--

Mata Hari stops at nothing.

Nothing comes between Mata Hari

and what she wants.

What did you say?

Bruce, are you all right?

You look strange.

l will gladly give my life. . .

. . .because l have stolen

the secret formula. . .

. . .of the thing you call Gismo.

l think l'd better go.

-lt is late. l made a mistake.

-No, no. l made the mistake.

lt's just for one crazy second--

Well, it's all pretty silly, sort of.

-No, l should go.

-No, No. l love the music you put on.

-l love everything about you.

-But you looked at me. . .

. . .as if you'd never seen me.

-You were.

-Maybe l never had, really, until now.

Bruce, are you sure

that you feel all right?

l'm positive.

l'm sorry. l'm so clumsy.

-That's okay.

-l'm sorry, Bruce.

-l need a shower anyway.

-l'll clean up.

You just get dry. Wait here.

l'll slip into something more comfortable.

-We'll get your room set up soon, sir.

-On the double. l'm beat.

Excuse me, general.

How would you like to kiss me

without soda water?

Who are you? Who is he?

Zack Molloy, my partner.

He drops in every now and then

to molest women.

You wanna tell me who l've molested?

-l don't mind. That's Jennifer Nelson.

-Very glad to-- That's Jennifer Nelson?

-l'm in Public Relations.

-You're doing a fine job.

-l guess l'd better say good night--

-Wait. l'll drive you home.

-No. l have my car--

-Hi, general.

-That's General Bleecker.

-How do you do, general?

-And good night.

-Have a nice trip, general?

Uneventful, until now.

-l am so sorry.

-l know.

-l've never been so embarrassed.

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