Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor, who work at NASAL, begin to take an interest in creationism. Their superiors, worried, send them to the psychologist, Professor Faggioli, a questionable character determined to have them fired by making them look crazy.
We are in Professor Faggioli’s office, where Ravioli is talking about his childhood, when he used to hide his after-school fish in his backpack so he wouldn’t be forced to eat it.
Raviolino hides his backpack on top of the bookshelf, but his dad, just then, comes in and starts reading a book. The cat, meanwhile, has found the backpack and starts to open it, making pieces of fish fall everywhere. Raviolino’s parents have become suspicious, and he needs to create a diversion to get them out of there.
Raviolino: Dad?
Dad: What is it?
Raviolino: Nothing, it’s just an impression.
Dad: What impression?
Raviolino: It must be nothing. But when I went into the kitchen, I smelled gas.
Dad: Gas? Really?
Dad sniffs the air.
Dad: I don’t smell anything!
Dad gets up, continuing to sniff the air.
Dad: It’s the usual fish smell coming from outside, that must be what you smelled.
Raviolino’s mom, who has entered the living room, intervenes.
Mom: Look, last month a building in a condominium blew up because of a gas leak.
On the TV, the news anchor announces the latest news.
News Anchor: … Gas leaks… New explosion in a residential neighborhood of the city…
Mom: Did you hear that?
Raviolino’s parents run to the kitchen. It’s the perfect time to take the backpack off the top of the bookshelf.
Raviolino: Kitty… kitty… come here…
The cat doesn’t want to know anything about it. And it continues to dig through the rotten fish, pulling it out of the backpack and literally making pieces rain down on the carpet.
Raviolino: Look, I’m coming up there!
Raviolino climbs onto the bookshelf, but the cat won’t let him take the backpack.
Raviolino: Ouch! It scratched me!
Raviolino looks for another solution.
Raviolino: I have to hurry, Mom and Dad are about to come back!
Raviolino sees the shoe rack near the door and gets an idea.
Raviolino: Sorry, Anchovino!
Raviolino grabs one of the shoes, takes aim, and throws it at the backpack.
Raviolino: Hooray! Bullseye!
The backpack, hit by the shoe, falls from the bookshelf, but the cat remains entangled in it with its claws and falls to the floor along with it.
Raviolino: Ah! Poor Anchovino! I’m sorry…
The frightened cat runs into the other room.
Igor then commented: One way or another, Raviolino had managed to get the cat out of the backpack. It would seem he had found the recipe to solve his troubles. Too bad that, speaking of recipes, instead of “scrambled cat,” he had now made a nice “omelette”… made of gone-off fish!
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