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Tell me a story Uncle Clark.
A story huh? Alright.
Well, let me tell you a story about
an inventor
named Bernard Larus.
[music]
He created wondrous things
robots designed to look like animals.
He had constructed robot dogs with robot tales.
Robot fish that could swim in water.
And he had even built a robot turtle that didn't do anything,
just like a real turtle.
And although Larus was competent and had his head in the right place,
many of his inventions shared a common… complication.
Uh, Mr. Larus —your dog is smoking.
Smoking is bad.
It sure is.
Some of the robots even blew up.
What was the problem uncle Clark?
Were they too cute?
No, they had a circuitry issue that led to an over-heating problem.
And they were just too cute.
Mr. Larus, perhaps if the intention of your Robot Dog was to explode, we'd have a fine
invention.
However, seeing that it wasn't, we have no other option but to label it a…
Complete and utter disaster!
[stamp]
But we'll give you one more chance. Perhaps, this time the fire will have a purpose.
Larus wandered about ruminating on what the board members had said,
'til he found himself at a peer
where he found notice of a striking, dark-haired woman.
As pretty as me?
What?
No such creature exists.
[seagull sounds]
Thank you.
Why those seagulls are useless.
No purpose at all.
Why, someone should invent a purpose for them.
With that, Larus knew what he had to do.
So he rushed back to his lab
And began to create something.
Something important.
Something with purpose.
And he did it Carolina!
He invented something that would change the world.
What is it?
A robotic seagull that could light a cigarette
—or so he thought.
Now that is a product
THAT is an invention!
Who is it?
Is that legal?
No, it's Sue from accounting.
Go away Sue!
Yeah, I want to see this bird light my cigarette.
Yeah.
[seagull squawk]
No one will want a bird that EATS cigarettes.
That's for side-show freakazoids.
Yeah, I'm sorry Mr. Larus, but—
You're terminated!
They killed him?
No, no. They fired him sweetheart.
That's a sad story Uncle Clark.
I would have to agree, IF that were the end of the story.
You see, the very next day, Larus received a phone call.
Quite possibly the most important phone call he would ever receive.
It was the mayor.
And he caught wind of the cigarette eating bird.
He commissioned Larus to build more.
FIVE THOUSAND more!
The birds ate all the discarded cigarette butts that were littered about the city.
And because of this, Bernard Larus was given the key to the city.
Wow.
Alright sweety.
See you later alligator.
Not if I see you soon raccoon.
[music]