(Professor)
Now, let's continue our experiment on quantum polarity.
Carl, are the magnets powered and ready?
Yes, Professor.
Good, now all we need is dry ice.
There are a couple of boxes in the department supply room on the second floor.
Could you two fetch them?
Why do we need dry ice?
It will all make sense when you bring it here.
Hurry.
We might as well power the magnets.
The magneton beam needs to be strong enough to pierce the energy of the microwave oscillator.
You're the boss.
I am outraged!
Oh, great.
Yes, hello Tiffany and...friends.
Professor, I checked my final average online and you gave me a D in Physics.
A D!
Yes, I seem to remember your constant absences.
A D sounds about right.
Well, I need a C!
Well, since you asked so nicely, sure.
Don't listen to him, Tiffany. He's being sarcastic!
Yes, I happen to know what sarcasm is, Lisa. Thank you.
Professor, you gave Lisa a C when she took your class, and she's dumb.
Am not!
At least she came to class and had her lab partner do the work for her.
You didn't even do that much.
This is SO unfair.
If you don't give me a C, I can't be captain of the volleyball team anymore.
Yes, this is all very interesting, but I happen to be running an experiment right now.
Uh, Professor, about that experiment?
My God, the oscillator readings are off the charts!
It's going to overload!
Ugh...stupid boxes.
Who knew ice could be so heavy.
DRY ice. It weights twice as much as regular ice.
What just happened?
Where are we?
My phone's not working!
Please calm down.
There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.
Which is?
Essentially, we've been teleported to another location.
Like that stupid belt thing Robert had?
Yes, only less focused.
(Professor)
We could be anywhere on Earth.
Uh huh. Now send us home already!
I'm afraid I can't.
The equipment that brought us here is still in the lab.
I thought you were smart.
Just because I'm a professor, doesn't mean I have the power to change our--
Forget it. Let's just walk home.
(clears throat) As I just said, we could be anywhere on Earth.
I'm with you, Abby.
(sigh) No wonder I gave you a D.
Hey guys, wait up!
Professor, we can't just...
Oh, they'll be back.
Holy shit, a dinosaur?!
So we're in South America.
Professor, help us!
Everyone, take cover! Hide!
T-Tiffany...d-did you see that?
Abby...it...it ate Abby...Abby's dead!
S-stay calm, Lisa...at least you still have your designer purse.
Yeah, you're right...
(sniffing)
Did you say we're in South America?
Yes, what you see before you is the only dinosaur still in existence.
It is known to reside in a secluded section of the Amazon rainforest.
But I thought they're all extinct.
Not necessarily.
Most dinosaurs evolved into birds.
Those that didn't, well, see for yourself.
That makes no sense at all, Professor.
Don't worry, Carl. The more you think about it, the more it will make sense.
(roar)
I think we have more important things to deal with.
Yes, and I believe a possible solution is with them.
(Professor)
Lisa, please hand me your purse.
Tiffany gave it to me for my birthday.
It used to be mine until I decided I hated it.
Yes, yes, just give it to me or we'll all die.
(Lisa)
Okay, geez.
Good, just what I thought. It's full of make up.
Are we going to give the dinosaur a makeover?
No, but if I'm right, by mixing some of the more volatile chemical ingredients of these...uh...
Lip gloss?
Nail polish?
Mascara?
Perfume?
Yes. If I mix those together, plus the minerals in the soil, and the dinosaur's stomach acid, we will have an explosive reaction.
Stomach acid?
So it needs to EAT that junk for it to explode?
Naturally.
Once I am ready, Carl, I'll need you to get the dinosaur's attention.
Then you, Lisa.
While the dinosaur is distracted, I'll need you to drop your purse out in the open.
You and Carl go back into hiding
the dinosaur will see your purse, eat it, then explode.
Wait, it's going to EAT my purse?
But I love my purse!
Lose your purse, or your life.
It's your choice.
What do I do, Professor?
Nothing.
Since you got a D in my class, you'd just get in the way.
Hmph.
I'm ready. Go, Carl!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
Now, Lisa!
Uh. What was I supposed to do, again?
Drop the purse, Lisa!
Oh!
Crap!
(panting)
This is my favorite outfit!
Now what?
Now that we know where we are, we can go home.
(sobbing) My favorite outfit...
But home's a million miles away!
Then we better get started.
(sobbing)
