when you said
we could smoke banana peel?
Oh, ye of little faith!
- What is it, Bob?
- l'll tell you what it is.
lt's a time-space warp
that's created by this gizmo
and we can travel through time and space.
Yeah? Let's call ''People'' magazine.
No. l vote we tell the police.
The pigs? No pigs! No. No!
- Unhook it, Vince.
- No!
Don't you touch that, Vince.
lt's an implosion meltdown.
Whoa. lt slimed out the battery.
- What shall we do, Bob?
- l'll show you what we'll do.
Who hit the lights? What's going on?
Forget it. Let's do it anyway. Come on.
All right! Let's do it! Let's go!
- Mr Roberts!
- What's going on?
The dimension barriers.
They're breaking away. lt is! lt is a gateway.
- Disconnect it, Vinnie.
- No, Mike. You disconnect it!
You don't know what you're looking at.
You don't know what you see. lt's pure time.
Pure space...
- Michael, don't listen. Stop this!
- Stop it!
l'm at the headquarters of creation.
l feel the whole universe in my fingertips.
- Mr Roberts!
- No! Bobby!
l feel... l feel...
the Earth, infinity, what a rush!
- No!
- What a ride!
Oh, God!
What happened to him?
A souvenir!
lt's Christmas time!
Look at that!
lt's like ''The Blob''. The more power,
the stronger it gets. What's goin' on?
All right! Do it!
- Hey!
- lt's Harlan. Let's run!
Mikey, the warp. We gotta stop the warp.
Yeah.
Michael, is Bob dead?
- l don't know.
- Great! There goes my D.
What are we gonna do?
- We'll stop it ourselves.
- What?
lf we break the connection,
the gizmo can't reach the power station.
- Nobody'll know anything.
- So what's the plan?
We black out town.
Black out town!
- But how?
- Blow up the power lines.
De-mo-lition!
Keep it down. The old man's upstairs.
- Michael, isn't this a bit dangerous?
- Think of the fun!
- Come on, Vinnie.
- Vinnie!
Vinnie! Come on! Come on!
- Mikey, dust it off!
- l'm movin'.
Michael, it's coming! Hurry!
Come on! Dynamite!
- Dynamite!
- You know what you're doin'?
Sure! We do it all the time
in Brooklyn!
Mikey, l thought you had
more under the hood than this!
Go, baby! Go! Go!
Come on, baby. Come on!
- Hit the blower.
- OK. Hold on!
Whoa! Now we are talking hyperspace!
Michael, this is too fast for me.
Don't worry. lt's like a ride in Disneyland.
Hold on!
- Mikey, we've done it!
- We did it!
Brake!
Now, that was a ride!
OK. This is it. Let's go.
l kinda feel like Gregory Peck
in ''The Guns Of Navarone''.
- Latello!
- All right! Hold your horses here!
Caps to the dynamite. Dynamite to the legs.
Caps to the dynamite. Dynamite to the legs.
- Vince?
- Caps to the legs. Legs to the dynamite.
- Come on!
- Good thing l watch TV, huh?
- Come on! Ellie, hurry up.
- OK.
l'm gettin' outta here!
Here!
- Hook it up.
- You hook it up.
- Latello, come on!
- OK. Chill out!
Legs! Legs!
- Please, Michael! Do it!
- OK. Get down. Come on! Ready?
- My car battery.
- Car battery!
Open! Come on! Open!
- Get back!
- Get down!
We did it!
Come on. Let's go.
How do we get the gizmo
outta school past the fuzzballs?
Damn!
Police!
Those maggots!
Come on!
- Don't you think we should tell the police?
-Tell them what?
- We sent our science teacher into a warp.
- What are we gonna do?
- One to five with good behaviour.
- Vinnie!
- This is me!
- Yeah, OK.
So! You're cool! l'm cool! We're cool!
Thank you. Good night.
Good night.
Do you copy?
,,across the county tonight,
and the deIiberate dynamiting
of power Iines by unknown individuaIs,
PoIice hope to have more to report soon,
This concIudes our speciaI buIIetin,
You know, l...
..l can't stop thinking about Bob.
Neither can l.
l'm really scared, Michael.
l mean, what is this thing?
l don't know.
Whatever it is, wherever it's from,
it's over with now, OK?
- We stopped it, so don't worry about it.
- OK.
My parents are gonna have
a hormonal disturbance!
l've gotta go.
Good night.
Ellie?
Ellie?
l was...
l was just