told them all about you...
- Howard.
- You were obviously right.
- Show, show him the evidence.
- What evidence?
We tested them, and they're both
from the same fowl.
You, Howard.
- My feathers?
- Howard, Howard, don't go beserk!
- No!
- On my planet, we never say die...
- we say kill!
- Now, wait a minute.
Listen to me, Small Visitor.
I can explain
how you got here.
Dr Jenning is in charge of the
Astro-Physics Lab at Dyna-Technics.
- Now, on the night of September 18th.
- That's the night Howard landed.
Yes, now on that night we were
initiating our first full scale...
- test of the Laser Spectra scope.
- It was shot during the experiment.
It was just a routine procedure
meant to measure...
the density of the gases that
surround the Alpha Centauri.
However, part way through the
experiment, there was a...
a deviation and...
we lost control of the
laser spectra scope.
- What do you mean "lost control"?
- Some unknown force...
was re-directing the laser beam from
its original target so that it hit...
- your planet instead.
- Hit my planet?
How about hitting my living room?
Talk about an invasion of privacy?
When the beam hit, you must have
been caught up in a massive...
energy inversion, which literally
dragged you through space...
back to the power source
here on earth.
- Radical.
- In the lab that night...
we saw a single feather fall.
We weren't aware that the rest
of you, Howard...
had landed in that alley just
two miles away. Any questions?
Yeah.
Where are my pants?
- Howard, where you going?
- To this lab of theirs.
- What for?
- To hop back on board...
that laser thing. Then all you have
to do is hit the reverse lever...
to send me back home.
Right?
Well, we hadn't considered
reversing the process.
- I, I don't think it's feasible.
- Me, either.
Now, wait a minute.
If we could generate...
- a strong enough hyper-charge...
- You can't do that.
You mean the reflex mode might
provoke a total reversal?
- Itjust might be possible.
- It won't work.
- Yeah.
- Sir.
Don't, don't listen to them, Howard.
I have got you booked...
on A.M. Cleveland. We can get the
cover of Science Digest. We, we...
- Butt Out, four-eyes.
- Yeah.
Look, you guys, could you
really send him back?
If we did, we could establish a
continuing link between our planets.
But, he would have to leave tonight
while the alignment still exists.
- We can't afford to wait.
- You mean...
I'm finally gonna breeze
this fly trap?
Ducky, this is what you wanted.
You're going home.
- Yeah.
- Right.
Carter, call Larry have him set up
the initiation procedure.
Tell him I'll meet him at the lab
right away. You and Blumburtt...
can bring Howard. You are about to
make history a second time...
- my little friend.
- Thanks...
but once was plenty.
- Get to it.
- Right.
You know, Howard, we could
hold out for a PBS special.
Phil!
Bev, get dressed. Aren't
you gonna see me off?
Sure I am. I just hope they
let you take a carry-on bag.
Look, I'm gonna put on these
Polaroids that we took at the Club.
Thanks.
These'll help...
or the guys back home
are never gonna believe me.
- What's this in my bag?
- Souvenirs?
- I'm gonna miss you a lot, Ducky.
- Bev...
I don't belong here.
You know I've gotta go.
Yeah.
Lily had the dolphins.
Cousteau, the whales.
Goudall gorillas.
I had a duck.
I could have been
a contender.
Bev?
I'm not a real sentimental guy.
No, I bet you were born from
a very hard-boiled egg, Ducky.
Yeah. But, I do keep wondering...
of all the alleys in the world
I could have fallen into that night.
Why did it have to be yours?
Because, right now...
you're the one and only thing that's
making it very hard for me to leave.
- There's no guard.
- We should go back then?
Phil?
- What?
- Drive.
What are these alarms?
- Something's happened.
- What's happened?
I don't know.
- That is really cool.
- Right. Hold it!
Security!
My eyes! My