PROFESSOR STUPIDO, THE WORLD-FAMOUS UN-INVENTOR, FIRST DISCOVERED HIS POWERS OF UN-INVENTION AS A YOUNG BOY WHEN HIS WINDUP TOY ROBOT REFUSED TO PLAY WITH HIM ONE DAY.
IN A RAGE, HE GRABBED A HAMMER, RAISED IT HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD AND WITH ONE MIGHTY BLOW UN-INVENTED HIS TOY ROBOT FOREVER!
NOT LONG AFTER UN-INVENTING HIS TOY ROBOT, HE DISCOVERED HE COULD ALSO UN-INVENT BORING BOOKS.
AS PROFESSOR STUPIDO GREW OLDER, HE BECAME CAPABLE OF EVER MORE DAZZLING FEATS OF UN-INVENTION.
ONE DAY, WHILE OUT WALKING IN THE PARK, HE SAW A HOT ICE-CREAM SELLER AND THOUGHT A HOT ICE CREAM WOULD BE JUST THE THING TO WARM HIM UP.
UNFORTUNATELY, THE HOT ICE CREAM WAS SO HOT THAT IT BURNED THE PROFESSOR’S TONGUE AND, IN A FIT OF RAGE, HE UN-INVENTED HOT ICE CREAM ON THE SPOT.
WHILE THE PROFESSOR WAS HAPPY WITH HIS LATEST UN-INVENTION, HOWEVER, MANY HOT ICE CREAM LOVERS WERE NOT.
NOT LONG AFTER UN-INVENTING HOT ICE CREAM, PROFESSOR STUPIDO’S INCREASINGLY AMAZING POWERS OF UN-INVENTION WERE PUT TO THE TEST WHEN HE WAS BUZZED BY A GANG OF FLYING-BEETROOT RIDERS.
“BLAST AND CONFOUND THESE FLYING BEETROOTS,” SAID PROFESSOR STUPIDO. “I’VE A GOOD MIND TO UN-INVENT THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL!”
“YOU CAN’T UN-INVENT FLYING BEETROOTS, OLD MAN!” SAID ONE OF THE BEETROOT RIDERS. “FLYING BEETROOTS ARE HERE TO STAY!”
“OH YEAH?” SAID PROFESSOR STUPIDO. “WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!”
SUDDENLY THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS FLYING BEETROOTS ANY MORE AND THE SURPRISED EX-FLYING-BEETROOT RIDERS FELL FROM THE SKY AND CRASHED TO THE GROUND.
PROFESSOR STUPIDO HAD SUCCESSFULLY UN-INVENTED FLYING BEETROOTS, BUT, UNFORTUNATELY, THE WORLD WAS NOW FULL OF BRUISED AND ANGRY EX-FLYING-BEETROOT RIDERS.
ONE AFTERNOON, PROFESSOR STUPIDO WAS OUT TAKING HIS DAILY STROLL, THINKING OF NEW THINGS TO UN-INVENT …
WHEN A 10-TON FROGPOTAMUS JUMPED OUT OF A TREE …
AND ATTACHED ITSELF TO HIS HEAD!
“BLAST AND CONFOUND THESE STUPID FROGPOTAMUSES ALWAYS JUMPING OUT OF TREES AND ATTACHING THEMSELVES TO MY HEAD!” YELLED PROFESSOR STUPIDO. “I’M GOING TO UN-INVENT THE LOT OF THEM!”
AND SO HE DID.
NOT EVERYBODY, HOWEVER, WAS HAPPY WITH THE PROFESSOR’S LATEST UN-INVENTION … ESPECIALLY NOT THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF FROGPOTAMUS SPOTTERS.
“OH NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” YELLED THE PRESIDENT OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF FROGPOTAMUS SPOTTERS.
“I’VE UN-INVENTED FROGPOTAMUSES, THAT’S WHAT!” SAID PROFESSOR STUPIDO. “THANKS TO ME, NOBODY WILL HAVE THEIR HEAD SWALLOWED BY A FROGPOTAMUS EVER AGAIN!”
“BUT YOU’VE MADE THEM EXTINCT!” SAID THE PRESIDENT.
“WHAT WILL WE FROGPOTAMUS SPOTTERS SPOT NOW?!”
UNFORTUNATELY FOR PROFESSOR STUPIDO, IT WASN’T ONLY FROGPOTAMUS SPOTTERS, FLYING-BEETROOT RIDERS AND HOT ICE CREAM FANS WHO FAILED TO APPRECIATE HIS GENIUS. SOON THE WHOLE WORLD WAS UNITED AGAINST HIM AND HIS UN-INVENTIONS.
FINALLY THE PEOPLE OF EARTH HAD A BIG MEETING AND VOTED TO UN-INVENT PROFESSOR STUPIDO.
THEY PICKED HIM UP …
TIED HIM TO A ROCKET …
AND BLASTED HIM TO THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON, WHERE HE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO ANNOY THEM WITH HIS STUPID UN-INVENTIONS EVER AGAIN.
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