Son of Flubber

Gosh. It kinda gets ya, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Well, we'd better hurry. We don't wanna be late for our appointment.

Hope they're expecting us.

Oh, they are... This time.

All right, gentlemen, we've all had our say,

and we all agree on this one vital point,

we are clamping a tight security lid

on Professor Brainard's tremendous contribution.

- There's just one little thought, sir. - It's not that we're edgy,

but we've all been through the missile lag and the space gap.

We just don't want a "Flubber foul-up" on our hands.

The country's needs come first, sir,

but if I could have just a little money right now...

Oh, you'll be recompensed.

Goodness knows, the Armed Services are never chintzy.

Now what we do, we beard the appropriations boys in Congress.

Matter of fact, I'm putting two of my bravest financial officers on the mission.

You understand, sir, the money isn't for me.

Our college is in financial trouble, and...

And you're turning everything over to them.

Professor, you are a fine, unselfish man.

It's a privilege to know you.

But just relax. No sweat. The money is as good as in your hands.

Rendezvous, 14:00 hours, at Area 12, sir. The car is waiting.

Gentlemen, we've had a change of signals.

Schedule four is going in. Time and area as briefed.

Well, Professor, I don't think we need to take up any more of your time.

We'll explore the entire situation, pro and con,

set a figure and then lay out our grand strategy.

And then, one fine morning, we'll hit the beach on Capitol Hill.

Those money watchers'll go down like nine pins.

But isn't that all going to take time?

Certainly. We have to stockpile statistics, build up pressure,

deploy our firepower so we hit them from all directions.

After all, we don't fight Congress with cap pistols, do we?

Well, no, I don't suppose we do.

Don't let those double-breasted suits fool you.

Those boys are tough.

Well, the thing is, we don't need all the money now.

Professor, I don't think you realize how important this discovery of yours is.

It's big. We've gotta handle it big. Everything about it.

If you settle for chicken feed now, it's going to be a chicken-feed operation.

Everyone is going to lose face.

Everything is going to fall apart all the way down the line,

and the free world loses another battle. Is that what you want?

No, I wouldn't want that, sir.

Remember, you're in Washington. Stop trying to be reasonable about money

or you're going to bollix up the whole thing.

- Well, I wouldn't wanna do that. - Good.

Gentlemen, it is now 13:40 hours. Let's move out.

You'd think those people at the Pentagon

could at least have given us a couple of $100,000 out of petty cash.

What's gonna happen, Professor?

Everybody expects us to come home loaded with loot.

Yeah.

- Ducks at 12:00, sir. - Oh, roger.

I can just see Alonzo Hawk licking his chops right now.

He's been dying for a chance to move in and tear the school down.

I'm sorry, Biff. Sometimes I forget he's your father.

Oh, that's okay. I gotta face it.

Pop's the biggest loan shark in the state, and he's proud of it.

Let's just say your father is a very shrewd businessman.

Shrewd?

The only time my pop ever got the worst of a bargain was when he got me.

I just didn't turn out the way he wanted me to at all.

I don't know what we're gonna tell the Board of Regents

and President Daggett.

This is going to break his heart.

Our new hall of science. Isn't it magnificent, gentlemen?

And all this is possible thanks to Professor Brainard.

Medfield College has, I believe the saying goes,

finally come into the chips.

Why don't you just change the name of the place

to Brainard College and have done with it?

A splendid idea, Mr. Hawk,

though I realize it was offered in a spirit of irony.

I discussed the matter with Professor Brainard.

With characteristic modesty, he wouldn't hear of it.

However, he did consent to let us call our new science building Flubber Hall.

Now, to implement our physical acquisitions,

we must search for gifted young instructors.

You mean more Ned Brainards?

We'll be up to our hips in crackpots. This town won't be safe to live in.

I'm afraid we don't agree with you, Mr. Hawk. Do we, gentlemen?

No.

Aren't you all getting a little high and mighty?

When you couldn't meet my loan, you danced pretty lively when I talked.

Fortunately, a form of Terpsichore we no longer have to endure, Mr. Hawk.

Professor Brainard is here.

Oh, splendid. Ask him to come in, please.

Gentlemen, would you be good enough to rise?

When Professor Brainard comes in that door,

Medfield College will embark upon its golden age.

Thank you, gentlemen, but I wish you wouldn't do that.

I mean you really shouldn't.

Nonsense, Professor Brainard.

Just a spontaneous little of our personal esteem.

I mean you, uh... Well, you really shouldn't.

- Nothing wrong, I trust? - Well, not exactly. It's just...

Well, things aren't quite as simple as I hoped they'd be.

So, they gave you the ole dipsy-doodle, huh?

They really sandbagged you.

They hung your hide up on the barn door to dry.

Professor Brainard, am I to assume that something has gone amiss?

Well...

But I thought they were delighted with your discovery.

Oh, they are. It's just that...

Well, it's a little hard to explain.

May I?

Allow me to boil it down for you gentlemen,

and you be sure to tell me if I get it straight?

Number one, the boys in Washington latched on to your little discovery,

so you can't sell it anywhere else.

Number two, they're not about to give you any money until they think it over.

Number three,

meantime, you've got no money.

How am I doin'?

Number four,

somebody better lay 350,000 clams on the barrel head,

first of the month by 9:00 a.m.

to pay off the short-term loan made to this college

by the Auld Lang Syne Insurance and Loan Company,

or else exactly at 9:03 a fleet of bulldozers

owned by the Auld Lang Syne Demolition and Wrecking Company

will start rolling through those hallowed gates

and start flattening these ivy-covered walls in all directions.

Period.

End of story.

Very sad.

But, uh,

personally, I'm crazy about it.

I can't believe you'd do a thing like that, Mr. Hawk.

Oh, you can't?

Well, boys, it looks like I'm calling the tune again.

Anybody care to dance?

I know how badly you must feel, President Daggett,

but things aren't as bad as they seem.

I have this exciting new project I'm working on...

Excuse me.

Mr. Hawk, I know we all want to give full attention to your point of view.

I'm sure we can resolve

any minor differences that happen to exist at the moment.

Wanna bet?

Mr. Hawk, we know the welfare of Medfield College

is very close to your heart.

As a civic leader...

Pearls!

Oh, I just love pearls. How did you know?

I make it my business to know, Mrs. Brainard.

And now, little something to keep the chill off.

Oh!

Oh, you mustn't. You really mustn't.

Oh!

Well, you don't think it's a little bit too fussy, do you?

Like you've been wearing it all your life, Mrs. Brainard.

To the manor born.

And here, the finishing touch.

How chic!

I knew you'd like them, Mrs. Brainard. You look like a queen,

a regular queen.

- An empress. - A goddess.

I do, don't I?

This, as you can see, is a check for one million dollars

made out to the Professor and yourself.

One million dollars! Oh, but, Mr. Hurley, whatever for?

For a kind word, Mrs. Brainard. Only a kind word.

You know, in a business deal, the right word from the little woman...

I'm a great believer in the power of a woman.

- How true. - You really got something, Mr. Hurley.

Well, I don't know what Ned's going to say about all this.

For a space-age scientist, he's a little bit old-fa...

Yoo-hoo, Ned. Guess who?

Betsy!

Professor Brainard, my name is Hurley.

I've spoken to you on the phone, from New York.

- What I'd like to do... - Betsy, what is all this

the dogs and that coat? Please take it off.

We can't afford that.

Now why don't we let the little lady enjoy herself?

Professor, I'd like to talk some business with you.

I hope you won't think I'm presumptuous going ahead like this.

Mr. Hurley is a live wire.

He likes to act while other people are still talking.

Just a minute. Who are all these people around here?

All part of your company, Flubber Enterprises.

"Flubber Enterprises?"

Just a cozy little company we're putting together,

you and I, to make things out of Flubber.

Professor, when you invented this stuff, I don't think you dreamed what you had.

It'll touch the lives of every man, woman and child in the world.

Just like Edison and the electric light.

Now wait, I hardly consider myself in the same class with Mr. Edison.

Don't be so modest, Professor.

That's your trouble. That's where I come in.

Now, I've worked up a few product sells here just to give you an idea.

"Flubbermint gum, it chews while you snooze."

"Flubberin, bounces away pain again and again."

"Flub away the flab with the scientific Flubbercycle."

"You'll wonder where your dentist went"