Ten... Nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

Uh-oh. Holy shit, it's headed for the mine!

- I told you we didn't know what we were doin'!

I told you! Oh, no. Oh, no.

I don't believe this. Go ahead.

God in heaven, I thought it was a guided missile!

I thought the damn Russians were attackin'us.

The boy's in trouble now.

So this is what you been up to in the basement, huh?

Yes, sir. Damn, Homer.

You could've killed somebody with this idiot thing.

I know, sir. I'm sorry. I was...

Well, Homer here wants to be a rocket scientist. Is that it, John?

He has no idea what he wants to be.

But I know what he is. He's a menace,

and he's a damn thief.

Dad... And so is whoever helped you.

Ike Bykovsky did this, didn't he?

Don't you ever let me catch you...

with these fool things on company property again, you understand me?

Yes, sir. Then go home.