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ceiling. He stopped by clicking them together again.
“I call them the Red Rocket tennis shoes,” said Freddy.
“Powered by solar amplification with reverse modulating gravitational dynamics?” asked Harold.
“That’s right,” replied Freddy. “With just a smidgen of diesel fuel thrown in. For catalytic purposes only,” he quickly added.
Harold pointed to what looked like a Frisbee lying on Freddy’s work-table.“That doesn’t look like an ordinary Frisbee.”
“It’s not,” boomed Wally. He picked it up and flung it. The Frisbee soared around the room, and everyone put their hands over their noses.
“PHEW!” said Harold, “that smells awful.”
Freddy caught the Frisbee. “It should, it’s the stink Frisbee. So long as it’s moving through the air it puts out a smell like month-old sweaty socks mixed with rotten eggs. When I’m really mad at my sister, I toss it in her window.”
“Cool,” Harold said again. Then he looked around the lab with a rueful expression. “Boy, it’d be nice to have a place like this to invent things.”
“Well, you can come over any time you want,” offered Freddy. “So what was it you wanted to tell me, Harold?”
“I wanted to thank you again for helping me on the volcano.”
“That’s okay, Harold, we were glad to do it,” said Freddy. “By the way, what propulsion device are you using for the volcano’s eruption?”
“The ACME Turbo Booster 3000 with maximum velocity thruster and optional afterburner. It cost a lot of money, but Adam wanted the best.”
“I’m sure he did.”
“And I also wanted to thank you for having your dad hire my mom to work as a part-time cook at the Burger Castle.”
Freddy’s eyes bugged out. “I didn’t know he’d hired your mother.”
“I thought it was your idea.”
“I wish it had been. She’s a great cook.”
“Thanks,” said Harold, smiling. He looked at what they were working on. “Is this
your
science project?”
“Yes, but we’ve run into a snag. We can’t find the materials we need to build it,” said Freddy.
“What sort of stuff do you need?”
Freddy showed him the list. “We tried at the hardware store and Dubowski’s Junkyard, but they didn’t have what we needed.”
“Well, I don’t think we have a nuclear reactor turbine, but we have the other stuff,” said Harold.
“What do you mean?”
“My dad has a junkyard too, over near our house. You wouldn’t believe what people throw in the trash. My dad sorts through the stuff every week and keeps the things that he can sell or use. You can come over and take what you need.”
“We’ll pay for it,” said Freddy.
“Yeah,” exclaimed Si. “We’ve got twelve dollars.”
Meese poked him. “No, we don’t. We paid that for the Elvis seat.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Si. “Okay, we’ve got zip as far as cash goes.”
“You don’t have to pay us, Freddy. You already helped me on my project. So now it’s my turn to help you. So come on over and get the stuff you need.”
Freddy looked at the Fries and Howie. “Let’s go, gang. We don’t have much time left.”
CHAPTER 15
ASK A LIBRARIAN
Freddy and the gang got just about everything they needed from Mr. Pumpernickel’s junkyard, including thousands of rivets, metal sheeting for the exterior of the time travel machine, super strong windows that had come off a demolished bank building, and engine parts from a junked race car. Over the next three days they banged, molded, screwed, hammered, and bent the time machine into shape.
“That magnetic transformer needs to be polarized in the opposite circuitry where it is presently in order to provide adequate navigational capability,” Theodore said to Wally.
The purple Fry stared at him blankly. “HUH?”
Theodore sighed and said, “Switch the blue and red wires so we can steer.”
“Gotcha, Teddio.”
Si, Meese, and Curly put the blue suede Elvis seat in and bolted it down, and then Howie put in the steering
“I call them the Red Rocket tennis shoes,” said Freddy.
“Powered by solar amplification with reverse modulating gravitational dynamics?” asked Harold.
“That’s right,” replied Freddy. “With just a smidgen of diesel fuel thrown in. For catalytic purposes only,” he quickly added.
Harold pointed to what looked like a Frisbee lying on Freddy’s work-table.“That doesn’t look like an ordinary Frisbee.”
“It’s not,” boomed Wally. He picked it up and flung it. The Frisbee soared around the room, and everyone put their hands over their noses.
“PHEW!” said Harold, “that smells awful.”
Freddy caught the Frisbee. “It should, it’s the stink Frisbee. So long as it’s moving through the air it puts out a smell like month-old sweaty socks mixed with rotten eggs. When I’m really mad at my sister, I toss it in her window.”
“Cool,” Harold said again. Then he looked around the lab with a rueful expression. “Boy, it’d be nice to have a place like this to invent things.”
“Well, you can come over any time you want,” offered Freddy. “So what was it you wanted to tell me, Harold?”
“I wanted to thank you again for helping me on the volcano.”
“That’s okay, Harold, we were glad to do it,” said Freddy. “By the way, what propulsion device are you using for the volcano’s eruption?”
“The ACME Turbo Booster 3000 with maximum velocity thruster and optional afterburner. It cost a lot of money, but Adam wanted the best.”
“I’m sure he did.”
“And I also wanted to thank you for having your dad hire my mom to work as a part-time cook at the Burger Castle.”
Freddy’s eyes bugged out. “I didn’t know he’d hired your mother.”
“I thought it was your idea.”
“I wish it had been. She’s a great cook.”
“Thanks,” said Harold, smiling. He looked at what they were working on. “Is this
your
science project?”
“Yes, but we’ve run into a snag. We can’t find the materials we need to build it,” said Freddy.
“What sort of stuff do you need?”
Freddy showed him the list. “We tried at the hardware store and Dubowski’s Junkyard, but they didn’t have what we needed.”
“Well, I don’t think we have a nuclear reactor turbine, but we have the other stuff,” said Harold.
“What do you mean?”
“My dad has a junkyard too, over near our house. You wouldn’t believe what people throw in the trash. My dad sorts through the stuff every week and keeps the things that he can sell or use. You can come over and take what you need.”
“We’ll pay for it,” said Freddy.
“Yeah,” exclaimed Si. “We’ve got twelve dollars.”
Meese poked him. “No, we don’t. We paid that for the Elvis seat.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Si. “Okay, we’ve got zip as far as cash goes.”
“You don’t have to pay us, Freddy. You already helped me on my project. So now it’s my turn to help you. So come on over and get the stuff you need.”
Freddy looked at the Fries and Howie. “Let’s go, gang. We don’t have much time left.”
CHAPTER 15
ASK A LIBRARIAN
Freddy and the gang got just about everything they needed from Mr. Pumpernickel’s junkyard, including thousands of rivets, metal sheeting for the exterior of the time travel machine, super strong windows that had come off a demolished bank building, and engine parts from a junked race car. Over the next three days they banged, molded, screwed, hammered, and bent the time machine into shape.
“That magnetic transformer needs to be polarized in the opposite circuitry where it is presently in order to provide adequate navigational capability,” Theodore said to Wally.
The purple Fry stared at him blankly. “HUH?”
Theodore sighed and said, “Switch the blue and red wires so we can steer.”
“Gotcha, Teddio.”
Si, Meese, and Curly put the blue suede Elvis seat in and bolted it down, and then Howie put in the steering
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