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So, class, we know that when
water occurs in a gaseous form,

we call it steam.

And in its frozen
form, we refer to it as...

- Oh, I know. I know.
- Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

Miss Schneider.

- Um... Ice.
- Yes,
very good.

And, of course, when that ice
melts and returns to its liquid form,

it is once again known as...

Charlene Sinclair.

What?

What was once ice,
when melted, is called...

Sorry. No idea.

I see.

Sorry to have
bothered you, Charlene.

It's OK.

- All right,
that's all for today.
- Ah!

Tonight's homework
assignment is, uh...

Ah... I'll tell you what.

Let's try something
fun and different.

Perhaps this will even prove
inspiring to Miss Sinclair.

Oh, great.

I want each of you to come
up with your own original idea.

Something new and interesting
about the world around you.

Something no one
ever thought of before.

- Uh, uh. Yoo-hoo.
- Ah, Miss Sinclair,

something to contribute already.

Yes. I don't get it.

I mean, we have to come
up with our own idea?

Wouldn't it be better if you just
told us exactly what to do as usual?

You know, build a corpuscle,
write a poem about raccoons?

Miss Sinclair, I don't think a little
original thinking will do you any harm.

- Well, yeah, but...
- So, unless
you want to repeat

this class in summer school, I
suggest you put your brain in gear

and come up with a
totally original idea.

Totally original idea.-

Miss Sinclair?

Somebody call the nurse!

Honey, I'm home.

Aaah!

- Ohh!
- Ow!

- Ow!
- Ooh!

Aah!

There. All done.

- You are?
- Yeah.

Well, isn't that beautiful.

Earl, look what your
talented son drew.

Isn't this the most beautiful
picture you ever saw?

Hmm? Yeah, that's great.

- It's important
to encourage a child.
- Yeah.

I do, Fran, when he
deserves it. But, come on.

That thing's just an ugly,
stupid, shapeless green blob.

I call it "Daddy."

We're going to put this picture of
Daddy right here on the refrigerator.

Daddy, I have a note
for you to sign for school.

- OK.
- Earl, did you read it?

Hmm? Hmm?

Um, well, now, let's take a
look at this so-called "note."

OK.

"Please excuse Charlene Sinclair
from her homework assignment,

insofar as she is not
smart enough to do it."

No problem here.

- Earl.
- Hmm?

Charlene is certainly
intelligent enough

- to do any
school assignment.
- Ma!

Come on, Fran. This
is me you're talking to.

What kind of assignment is it?

Oh, it's an unfair,
stupid hard one.

He wants us to come up with our
own original idea, all by ourselves.

Sounds to me like
you're in trouble.

- Yeah.
- An original idea?

- Yeah.
- That shouldn't be
too hard.

For most students.

But, let's face it, Fran, she's
not the brightest kid in the world.

- True.
- I'd have to agree
with you there.

Me too.

We've all learned to accept
it, Mom. Why can't you?

Charlene Sinclair,
you are not stupid

and there is no reason
you can't do this assignment.

Just look within yourself,

and I know you'll find
marvelous, innovative ideas

just ready to burst
in all directions

like a... beautiful fountain.

- Oh, brother.
- Oh, boy.

"Dear Mr. Pullman, please
accept the enclosed cash

in lieu of an original idea.

I know six dollars
isn't a lot of money..."

No, that'll never work.

I bet teachers make
a ton of money.

I just need one good idea.

I've got a very good idea.

How did you get in here?

I've come to help you
with your original idea.

- I'm a muse.
- A what?

A muse! Muses are
the spirits of inspiration.

We provide original ideas
to those who need them.

Original ideas, huh? Oh,
that's, uh, really interesting.

Hit the bricks, pal!

- You don't understand.
- Oh, I understand
pretty good.

I don't know how
you got into my room,

but those angel wings
aren't fooling anybody.

Don't worry, it'll
only take a minute.

And when I'm done, you
won't even remember me.

Yeah, I've heard
that line before.

I'm counting to five,
and then I'll scream.

One, two...

But I've got an original
idea I think you'll really like.

I've also heard
that one. Three...

OK, OK. Here it is.

- The world is round.
- What?

You know how everybody believes
the world is flat, like a pancake?

Well, they're all wrong.

The world is actually
round, like an orange.

- The world is
an orange. Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- And...?
- "And?"

Well, that's it.
It's a great idea.

- It's one of my best ones.
- Yeah, but, but...

What kind of orange? Is it
a navel, or a juicer, what?

Look, just sleep on it, hmm?

In the morning, the idea
will come to you again

and you won't remember
where you got it. Get it?

- Got it.
- Good.

I must say, I really thought
you'd catch on to this

a little quicker, Copernicus.

What? My name's not Copernicus.

I'm Charlene Sinclair.

You're not Copernicus?

This isn't 16th century Poland?

Oh, boy, I screwed up.

Charlene Sinclair was supposed
to get a brownie recipe, and...

I gotta go.

Behold, my greatest discovery.

Fudge-nut brownies.

I get to lick the bowl!

All done. Here.

And it's beautiful.

So, where you gonna hang it?

Oh, um, I don't know.

The refrigerator is all full.

Oh. Buy another refrigerator.
Problem solved, back to work.

OK, son, I fixed it. Go
ahead and turn on the fuse.

OK, Dad.

- Good morning, everybody.
- Good morning, Charlene.

How'd we do on
that original idea?

The only idea I've got
is to fail high school,

ruin my life, and end
up a complete loser.

Uh, honey, I think others
have thought of that before you.

You still have
time before class.

Maybe a good
breakfast will inspire you.

I made pancakes.

Oh, no thanks, Mom. I
think I'll just grab an orange.

Uh... Aha.

Hmm...

That's it. That's
it! It's round.

- Well, it's an orange.
- No, the world. It's round.

That's why ships at sea
disappear over the horizon.

And why the earth's shadow
on the moon is round...

round during an
eclipse. And so...

Our traditional view of
the earth as flat is wrong.

And if that is wrong, then
all our accepted views

of our place in the solar system
should also be questioned.

Thank you. The end.

500 words exactly.

Miss Sinclair, I
congratulate you.

The world is round.

This does my heart good.

It's the kind of bold,
original thinking

a teacher seldom
sees in the classroom.

Huh?

Charlene Sinclair, you're
under arrest for heresy.

Of course, there's probably
a good reason for that.

Order in the court. Order!

All right, present the
next filthy evildoer, please.

"Evildoer," Your Honor?

Oh, I did it again, didn't I?

I mean the next, uh, defendant.

The state versus
Charlene Sinclair.

The charge is heresy.

- Heresy?
- Why, yes, Your Honor.

This is the little girl who
believes that the world is round,

flying in the face of everything
our society holds as sacred truth.

A round world? How
appalling! It's so unconventional.

Guilty.

But, sir, we haven't
had the trial yet.

Well, get on with it, then.
I'm way ahead of you.

She's just a child, Earl.

How could this happen?

Oh, geez, Fran,
now let me think.

One of us was against
this original idea thing

and one of us was for it.

Now, if memory serves me...

Earl, your daughter
is rotting in a jail cell.

This is no time for petty
bickering over who was right!

Oh, absolutely,
Fran. Absolutely.

It was me.

There she is.

- Oh, oh, Mom.
- Oh, Charlene.

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, Mommy, it was horrible.

And look how thin.
You're emaciated.

You really think so? Hmm.

Hey, hey. Now pay attention.

I've worked out a clever plan
for getting you off, Charlene.

- Oh.
- Now...

- Repeat after me.
- Yeah.

I'm very, very sorry.

I'm very, very sorry?

H-hey! You got it.

Now, just take everything back,

tell the judge
you didn't mean it,

you don't care what
shape the world is,

and then just compliment
him on his robes.

Earl, you can't just ask
her to take it all back.

Just tell him it was a joke.

Not a particularly funny joke,

but you're not a
professional entertainer.

This is the first
time in my life

I ever came up with
a truly original idea.

And I'm not just gonna
pretend it never happened.

You just keep quiet.

These legal sharks
will eat you alive.

You just thank your lucky stars
that your old dad's got the grit

to go toe-to-toe
with these guys.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Hey, Your Honor...

- Quiet!
- Okeydoke.

Are we ready with the
first witness, please?

The prosecution
calls Lieutenant Riley

from the police classroom squad.

I was workin' the day
watch for the P.C. squad.

- P.C. squad?
- Uh, police classroom
squad.

- Oh.
- We monitor schoolrooms

to guard against ideas of a
dangerous or provocative nature,

anything that might
undermine our sacred freedom.

And you accomplished
this with...?

Oh, microphones, hidden
camera, paid informants.

It was then that I clearly
overheard Miss Sinclair,

the enemy of the state...

Hey!

Shh.

Sorry. The alleged
enemy of the state...

Yeah.

I heard her let loose
with her repellant opinions

regarding the citrus-like
shape of our planet.

Dad, say something.

Uh, Your Honor, if I
may address the court...

- No.
- Nothing further.

What?

I could clearly see from
the surveillance video

that she was expressing theories

which contradict the
widely-held beliefs of the majority.

Disagreeing with the majority...

in a democracy?

Well, that settles it for me.

Let's get straight to the
sentencing and catch an early lunch.

What about my defense?

Charlene, don't get him angry.

I'd like to say something
in my own defense, please.

Haven't you said enough already,

Miss round earth,
heretical troublemaker?

- Those are
lovely robes, sir.
- And who are you?

Oh, I'm Earl Sinclair, acting defense
counsel and father of the guilty party.

- Dad.
- And we'd like to plead...

temporary intelligence,
Your Honor.

- Earl, what are you doing?
- Shh.

Charlene has never had
an intelligent thought before.

- But...
- And if you let her off,

- I promise it'll
never happen again.
- Daddy!

Shut up. Daddy's tryin'
to save your bacon.

- No!
- Huh?

No, I'm tired of
being told to shut up

like I'm stupid or something.

I have good ideas.

And I'm not gonna
change my ideas,

just because everybody
says I'm wrong.

How do you know the
world isn't round anyway?

Order! Order!

Order! Order!

No. Everybody, cover your ears.

Anybody who listens
to her is an accomplice.

Mom, this isn't
going well, is it?

Just you hang on, sweetheart.

Your brother is working on
something that will really help your case.

- What is it?
- A surprise witness.

Well, this is
certainly a surprise.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important, Mr. Pullman.

You've gotta
testify for Charlene.

Charlene? You mean that
notorious enemy of the state?

I think we've all learned
a valuable lesson

from her misguided foray
into independent thought.

What are you talking
about? You said yourself

that her report was really good.

Whoa.

You know I never
said anything like that.

You're just making a
very funny joke, aren't you?

But...

Excuse me, Mr. Pullman.

Ah, Miss Schneider,

you're here perhaps to hand
in a homework assignment

or something else
equally benign.

Well, actually I have a question

about our new
government-sanctioned textbook.

Oh, dear, this can't be good.

I'm just confused by the chapter

on the origin of species.

It says that dinosaurs did not
actually evolve from lower life forms,

but just suddenly appeared
on Earth as if by magic.

That's right.

Well, then, how do you
explain the fossil bones

my daddy dug up in our backyard?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my dear,

we don't try to explain them,
we don't think about them.

We just politely change the subject
and hope it doesn't come up again.

- Oh.
- This is wrong.

You can't tell
students not to think.

How do you expect
anybody to learn anything?

Robert Sinclair, you are under
arrest for malicious thinking

and assault on
conventional wisdom.

Wow. Great work, Rob.

- At least I tried.
- Yeah.

Your Honor, the
flatness of the earth

is one of the most hallowed
precepts of dinosaur tradition.

Yet there are those among us

who would require some
proof that the world is flat.

Fair enough.

Let the record show
that I now offer absolute

and unimpeachable evidence...

A guy... in a lab coat.

- Yes, yes.
- I'm impressed.

You are an engineer with
lots of impressive degrees?

That is correct.

And you work at the
Wesayso Corporation?

That is also correct.

The classroom globe division.

And just what have you
brought here to show us today?

Only... this!

- Oh, nice.
- Scared me for a minute.

And we have a warehouse
full of these things.

Proof enough for
you, missy? Huh?

Very impressive.

That's it, Fran.
We're in trouble now.

Obviously, if a company
the size of Wesayso

throws the full weight
of its corporate clout

behind the concept
of a flat earth...

who are we to question?

Well, I'm sold. Guilty.

Guilty, guilty,
guilty, guilty, guilty.

God, I love saying that!
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty.

What's next?

You got to sentence them.

Oh, that's a fun part too.

This job just gets
better and better.

Where's my hammer thing?

Excuse me, judge,
can I say something?

Oh. Ah. Ooh.

Oh, all right, what is it?

This is it, honey.
One last chance.

I'm very, very sorry.

Yeah.

I just want to say that
I'm very, very sorry

if I upset a lot of people
with my radical new theory.

Maybe I am wrong about
the earth being round.

Fran, look at the judge. I
think she's winning him over.

But, what if I'm right?

And... she lost him again.

Shouldn't I be able
to say what I believe?

If someone with a new
idea isn't permitted to speak,

a great truth could
be lost forever.

- Hmm...
- I believe there
should be a...

a law that guarantees everybody
the right to say what they think,

no matter how unpopular
their ideas might be.

- Free speech.
- Yeah.

That sounds like an
original idea to me.

Not you too, Fran.

- I got a family
full of fanatics.
- I'm with Charlene.

From now on, no matter
what the consequences,

nothing is going to stop me from
exercising my right of free speech.

I condemn you to 40
years in a salt mine.

Suddenly, I'm all talked out.

This would be a very opportune time
for one of your famous original ideas.

Yeah. Your Honor?

Hmm?

Instead of sending
us to the salt mines,

why don't you just
sentence us both to death?

Well, they can't all be gems.

Death? I like the sound of that.

You are hereby
condemned to death.

You've got a lot to learn about
plea-bargaining, young lady.

- Charlene, what are you doing?
- Mom, you gotta trust me.

Robbie and I are gonna be OK.

I have an idea.

Oh, here we go again!

Do you trust me, Mom?

I want to, sweetheart.

Uh, Your Honor, may I be allowed
to choose the method of execution?

Of course. Never forget,
this is your legal system.

Thank you, Your Honor.

- Going on a trip?
- Yeah, kind of.

I made you a present.

Thanks, pal.

When you coming back?

Uh... uh...

They'll be back real
soon, sweetheart.

Yeah, that's right, little guy.

They'll be back
before you know it.

Oh, Earl, Charlene has a
plan, and I believe in her.

Oh, Charlene has a plan?

Our children's lives hang in the
balance, but Charlene has a plan.

Well, I'm gonna go
stretch out in the hammock

because everything
is hunky-dory here.

Are you nuts?!

Dad, we are gonna be all right.

- Don't you have faith in me?
- It is now time to carry out

the sentence of the court.

Charlene and Robert Sinclair,
you are hereby condemned,

as was requested,
to be put to death

by being thrown off the edge of our
flat world into the great void beyond.

We're ready.

Oh, honey.

- Oh, Daddy.
- Eh...

- Let's go.
- Yeah, bye.

Bye.

Surprise! We're back!

We're back!

Robbie, it's a
miracle! You're back!

Mom!

Welcome back. Who are you?

Hey, Dad, what do you
know? Charlene was right.

They couldn't throw us off the edge
of the world because there isn't one.

We walked all the way around.

It's like an orange,
only bigger, right?

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, I should have had
faith in you, little girl.

- Aw...
- I didn't think
you were so smart.

But you proved you are.

You proved all those
other guys wrong,

- including your old dad.
- Yeah, yeah, she's right.

The world is an orange.
All our beliefs are wrong.

Look, you don't say anything
about it, I won't say anything about it.

Yes, but, now I know I'm right.

Now I know that if you believe in
your heart that something is true,

that belief is more
important than anything,

and you must never
let anyone destroy it.

Eighty days chained to that.

If we had found the
edge of the world,

I would have jumped off.

Good luck to you.

- Bye, Riley.
- Bye.

I've been expecting you. I
made your favorite dinner.

You knew we were
coming home tonight?

- I made it every night.
- Yep.

Eighty consecutive
nights of meatloaf.

No one was praying for
your return more than me.

Let's eat. I'm starved.