- No, Phil, it’s not like that at all.
- Yeah, right !
Come on, Muriel baby,
let’s blow this scene.
No, Phil, it’s over. I could never
be with a man who doesn’t love recess.
Soyou’re against me too.
Well, fine. I don’t need you.
I don’t need anyone !
- Aaah !
- Phil ! You okay, man ?
Don’t touch me !
You took my chick.
You took myjob.
Well, enjoy it whileyou can,
Petey boy,
’causeyou’re gonna pay.
Somehow, someway,
you’re gonna pay.
IneversawPhillium again.
He quit teaching,
went into politics,
eventually became
secretary ofeducation--
until the president fired him for
trying to get rid ofrecess again.
Only this time
it was nationwide.
So that guy’s some weirdo ex-teacher
who wants to get rid ofrecess ?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
Now it’s personal.
Let’s see-- weather maps,
some stuffin Norwegian,

a Farmer’sAlmanac.
Must be something in here that’ll
explain what that Dr. Benedict is doing.
I’ll tell you one thing
he’s not doing--
having lunch tomorrow at 1 2:22
with his little girlfriend.
Spinelli, that’s the man’s
personal date book.
Well, it’s mine now,
and I guess Miss Luna Pergum is gonna
be at the restaurant all by herself.
- Who did you say ?
- The girl whose name
is in here-- Luna Pergum.
Must be some Italian chick.
Lunaeperigeum.
Ofcourse !
- What areyou talking about ?
- Don’tyou understand ?
Lunaeperigeum is no lady.
It’s an event. Look.
Once a month, the moon reaches the point
where it’s closest to the Earth--
lunar perigee, which in this case
happens to be 1 2:22 tomorrow afternoon.
Maybe that’s when that doctor
guy is gonna shoot his laser
at the moon and blow it up.
Close guess,
but I have another theory.
When I was up at space camp,
I observed some abnormalities
in the moon’s position.
I couldn’t figure out what was
causing it, but now it all makes sense.
Dr. Benedict’s device is not a
laser beam at all. It’s a tractor beam !
You mean he’s gonna plow the moon’s
surface ? Whateverwill he plant ?