failed!
Well, then I'm happy and sad for you.
Gotta find Mitch.
Mitch!
He's not in the toilet.
I'll f reeze it and get
at least an order of magnitude.
Because it's gonna be f rozen.
I think I can do it.
Bye!
Hey, man!
You're not Mitch.
Hey, Lazlo!
Wanna see a demonstration of gravity?
It can be done!
That's a window! That's a door!
Mitch!
Where's your math!?
Hey, you jerk!
I'm very sorry.
I'll buy you a car.
I don't have one.
It's my dad's.
How's it going, Jerry?
What do you want?
World peace,
but this isn't the time.
- Get out!
- This might interest you.
- I'm not interested.
- Dr. Hathaway...
Susan.
I solved the power problem, Jerry.
- Jerry?
- Take a cab.
So you'll hammer later.
We were working
on the cyanide system.
Well, earlier today,
it ate itself.
But that's just what we needed
to take a giant step forward.
Right, Kent?
Needless to say,
I was despondent about the meltdown.
In the midst of my preparations
for hari-kari...
...it came to me.
It's possible to synthesize
bromide in an argon matrix.
- Ex cimers, f rozen in an ex cited state.
- That's impossible.
It's a chemical laser,
but solid, not gaseous.
Put simply, in deference to Kent,
it's like lasing dynamite.
We couple it to a state that is
radiatively coupled to the ground.
Extracting 10-to-the-21st
protons per cubic centimetre...
...will give 1 kilojoule per cubic
centimetre, or a megajoule per litre.
Hotter than the sun.
- It's small.
- It's meant to be.
We only have the one sample...
...and it's going to destroy itself
as it lases.
But everything will be fine.
- Right, Mitch?
- Yeah.
This is a complete waste of time.
Kent, put the target
in f ront of the cinder blocks.
Okay, come behind the shield.
Okay, Mr. Taylor.
Any time you're ready.
Ready? Laser on!
All right!
Look at this!
Wow!
- Sorry about the window.
- And the trees across the quad!
You did it.
I did my part too.
You graduate.
You get the job.
What? You can't!
That's my job.
I've done everything
you've ever asked me to.
I teach your classes for you!
- I get your laundry!
- What is he doing?
I mounted the optics
for the target-tracking system.
Look!
Wait. Wait.
- Let's celebrate!
- Absolutely.
You see anything unusual
on the campus?
- My glasses!
- Well, try not to wobble.
- There is a complete hole.
- That's great.
Look.
Let's get a burger.
- Let's go!
- In there?
This place is wild.
- Do you see that?
- Like her? She's f rom Playa del Rey.
- Am I gonna meet your parents?
- No.
- Why? Are you ashamed of me?
- No, them.
Remember the right people
to thank on this.
- I'd like to thank my fish.
- What?!
- And Mr. Ikagami!
- I love it.
What are you saying?
Lazlo!
I'm glad you came out.
Want a hamburger?
I've been thinking about
your laser solution.
- You've increased it to 6 megawatts.
- Yeah, about that.
- What would you use it for?
- Enormous Swiss cheese?
It can do anything.
No. The beam would last for what,
15 seconds?
- What good is that?
- I respect you, but I graduated.
Let the engineers figure that out.
Maybe it already has a use...
...for which it's designed.
Hathaway has something in mind?
Look at the facts.
Very high power, portable...
...limited firing time,
unlimited range.
With a tracking system
and a mirror...
...you could vaporize
a human f rom space.
This is not good.
No!
What happened?
Oh, no.
- Chris.
- I'm all right.
- They took everything.
- Kent's tracking system is gone!
How could you build that mirror?!
He lied to us.
It's easy to lie to you, Mitch.
You trust people.
I'm a cynic.
I'm such an asshole.
I understand how you feel.
You're right.
But we need to find out
what he's doing.
Kent.
Shh, you guys!
- We'll have two minutes.
- Pardon?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Okay, open his mouth.
Bulldogs.
And transceiver.
And tweezers.
The braces gave me the idea.
Perfect antennae.
His head becomes a speaker.
It's about time someone