Boom! I win!
Made an explosion first!
I wasn't trying to make an explosion!
Dang it.
[panting] OK.
Lisa! What did you do?
[coughs]
Apologies.
Turns out my flea powder is more potent than I realized.
We have fleas? Oh, great!
[loud bang]
Ah!
- What was that? - It's science, you wouldn't understand.
[screams]
Just keep it on a leash.
Commence.
One plus one is six.
[alarm] That is a lie.
The moon is made of blue cheese.
[alarm] Falsehood.
The Earth is literally flat.
[alarm] Fabrication.
[indistinct talking]
[camera] Lie, fib, whopper, doozy!
Fiction, fable, disinformation, prevarication!
System overload!
And that's how you do it.
OK, let's get you downstairs.
- She's gonna blow! - Or not.
Wait, wait, wait.
Phew!
Lisa, you're always forgetting the dinitrotoluene.
Silly me. Much appreciated.
[explosion]
[Lisa] I'm still alive!
Please, secure this to your back.
Behold, robotic waitress arms!
They balance plates, feature a built-in pepper mill
and condiment dispenser,
and the best part is, they're voice activated,
much like your smartphone.
Wow, Lisa! Thank you so much.
I hope they serve you well.
In the meantime, may I request a booster seat?
Coming right up.
Can we get our bill?
[robotic voice] Pepper mill coming up.
Wait, pepper makes me--
Robot arms, stop! Stop!
[robotic voice] Two chopped salads? You got it.
No, that's not what I meant!
Condiments, coming right up.
Lisa, help!
Open the back panel and--
[screams]
Or... that works, too.
I'll just remove the evidence and they'll be none the wiser.
[explosion]
I don't understand what went wrong.
Science is a fickle mistress.
[laughs]
Instead of powering your lab with megawatts of electricity,
why not use a renewable resource?
Lincoln, this is genius!
Fresh energy coming at you!
This one's got to be good for at least 75 watts.
Lincoln! Lincoln!
You were supposed to help me with my lab experiment!
OK, Lisa, you can give it a rest.
I know all about your little joke.
What joke? I'm gonna need those.
[explosion]
Now I can't hear anything!
Perhaps if you valued your education
you could build something with more pizzazz.
Say hello to Mr. Reinforced Titanium Alloy Arms.
Sorry, I forgot he has jolly-seeking lasers.
In conclusion, I have identified the necessary isotope for the--
Oh, you're talking to your little science friends?
Hi, I'm Lisa's Gran Gran.
Yes. We're in the middle of something important right now.
Perhaps you could excuse us.
Oh, you know what? You just do your thing like I'm not even here.
And I'll just be tidying up.
I'd prefer you don't!
Oh! These beakers are full of gunk!
No, wait!
[explosion]
Thanks, Mr. Grouse. You're a lifesaver.
[screams]
- What happened? - Apologies, sibling.
I created a new fruit punch that won't leave stains.
Apparently, it is also quite combustible.
But see? No stains!
Please, don't let the house burn down.
Do you think I could pull off a pinky ring, too?
No, no, no, no!
Mr. Grouse, help!
[Mr. Grouse] Sorry, it's time for my nap!
This is an emergency!
You can't just go home and take a nap!
Who said anything about going home?
[starts snoring]
Leni! Luna turned my comedy club into a rock club.
Do something!
Leni, do you know how to get blood...
I mean ketchup, off the ceiling?
Leni, turn the movie off!
What do you mean, you're empty?
Wait! Wait, don't go!
Whoa!
Ugh, fiddlesticks.