a little too much free will.
Oh, no.
There's not a darn thing
to be afraid of, pal.
How can anything
get in your window?
It's closed, okay?
Whoa!
Hey! Huh?
Oh! Huh!
- Whoa-oh!
- Yeah!
Ha!
Mmm! Whoa, Weebo! I got it!
Great. Now what are you
gonna do with it?
Oh! It has incredible inertia.
Mm, maybe it's
just glad to see you.
- Weebo?
- Yes?
- Do you know what this is?
- Flying rubber?
Yes. That's what it is.
It's flying rubber.
It's flubber!
Ouch.
- Thank you for waiting so long.
- Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry, Sara.
Are you going to tell me,
"l told you so"?
No, no.
- I'm going to give you a ride home.
- Thank you.
There you are.
Careful. Watch your gown.
I've got it. Thank you.
It's perfectly safe, Weebo. It's just
an ordinary radioactive isotope...
that Weber is now removing
from the lead containment unit.
Very good, Weber.
Then you place
the radioactive isotope...
carefully behind
the sliding shutter.
You see, the sliding shutter
works just like a camera.
It regulates the flow
of gamma radiation.
Instead of billions of random particles,
you have a precise stream of energy.
Now we carefully place
the sliding shutter mechanism...
underneath the flubber.
And l'm burning up in here!
Weebo!
Over here.
The gamma radiation triggers a
metastable decay in the flubber itself.
- Right.
- Which releases enormous
quantities of energy,
- and that's what propels the flubber.
- Of course.
Now doing it this way,
I believe, is a lot more scientific...
than dropping it
or kicking it...
or bombarding it
with light bulb photon flashes.
- Absolutely.
- I believe...
by controlling
the gamma radiation flux,
we can control the movement
of the flubber itself.
- Cross your fingers, Weebo.
- Here's hoping!
- Good luck.
Oh, yes!
It works!
Descent, gradually.
Back up again. Yeah!
My wedding. Oh!
- I've gotta go, Weebo.
- But you haven't finished
the experiment yet.
You're just getting started.
You can't just stop in the middle.
The wedding. Oh, I can't
miss this one, Weebo.
I'm aware of the time.
Thank you.
But your days are wrong.
I'm getting married Friday, 6:30 p.m.
- No. No, you're not.
- Why not?
Because you're not
getting married, Phillip.
- Yes, I am.
- You missed the wedding.
It's 6:30 in the morning.
No. No.
Yes. I'm sorry.
- It is?
- Yeah.
Sara.
Sara?
You have a lot of nerve
to show your face around here...
after what you did to me
last night.
Will you please let me explain?
No. There's nothing to explain.
You weren't there.
For the third time you left me
standing at the altar.
I'm sorry with all my heart.
But please listen to me, Sara.
Please. You know me.
You know how sometimes I can get
really fixated on an idea?
- I don't want to hear it.
- Sara, you've got to hear it.
Sara, this is the reason
I didn't make it last night.
It's flubber.
Flubber! lt's a metastable
compound, Sara.
In layman's terms, if you apply
a small amount of energy,
it liberates an enormous
quantity of energy.
But the total effect
is transient, Sara.
The moment you stop applying energy,
it returns to a quasi-plasmoid state.
- Isn't it remarkable, Sara?
- What's remarkable, Phillip,
is that I ever fell
in love with you.
You broke my heart...
so that you could stay home
and make some green goo.
Sara, it's much more than that.
Flubber could save this college.
Let me demonstrate.
- No, no, no.
- Just give me one minute, okay?
The flubber is placed
in my back pocket.
When I exit this window,
I will fall to the ground.
When I hit the ground, the flubber will
send me right back up unharmed. Watch.
- Ta-ta, my love.
- Are you nuts?
- I'll be right back.
- Phillip!
Ah!
- Ouch.
- Phillip, are you hurt?
Just my pride.
Well, if you think that
you are going to get my sympathy,
you are wasting your time.
Ooh! We are finished!
Sara.
Oh!
Junior's home.
Dad? Dad!
Dad?
Somebody in your organization
screwed up big time.
I